Yan Eryu transmigrates into a book as the dog emperor's consort. On the surface, she enjoys endless favor, but her powerful family has made the emperor wary. One day, he will wipe out her family and personally drive her to her death.
Yan Eryu: "Well, that's cold!"
If that's the case, she'd better avoid winning the emperor's favor if she wants to stay alive. And so Yan Eryu begins all sorts of schemes to lose his favor.
She tears up the emperor's favorite painting, only to find it's a fake. And she also resolves a troublesome corruption case for him?
She smashes a porcelain vase he personally commissioned, only to discover poison hidden inside. And she ends up protecting the emperor?
She acts arrogant and bullies the palace consorts, only to find out one of them is a spy? And she stops a coup that has been in the works for ages?
Yan Eryu: You might not believe me, but I'm serious about trying to lose his favor.
Everyone in the harem: Pah!
As Yan Eryu sits in the main hall of Qianzheng Palace, wearing a nine-phoenix crown of filigree set with eastern pearls and receiving the court's homage, she still wonders: Wasn't I trying to lose his favor? Is this what they mean by the harder you try to lose favor, the luckier you get?
Wei Yi had a miserable childhood and walked on thin ice throughout his youth. Even after taking the throne, surrounded by crises on all sides, he diligently served the people of the realm, wanting nothing and seeming almost like an immortal.
Until he met her. She was like the morning sun, crashing into his life and turning him from an immortal into a man.
"The water is gentle, the green hills are lovely. I love this world because you're in it."
1v1, sc.
Disclaimer: None of the food featured in this story was invented by the author.
Coming soon: Dog Emperor, Get Lost!
On his deathbed, Emperor Zhenghe Xiao Mingyu had a sudden whim and asked his dull, humorless empress, "Zitong, how much do you love me?"
His empress smiled, as gentle and warm as ever, parted her vermilion lips, and said, "I don't love you worth a damn."
Those words brought Emperor Zhenghe back to life with rage.
Given another chance, he vowed never to make the same mistake with his marriage.
Later, after seeing her gallant horsemanship, he thought: Yan Erya would do, too. She managed the household and the harem without ever putting a foot wrong. Someone else might not be as capable.
Later still, he discovered that Yan Erya had also been reborn, but she no longer wanted him.
When he received word that Yan Erya had accepted a betrothal, Xiao Mingyu rode back from the Jiangbei military camp overnight. He faced bitter winds and rain along the way, and eight fine horses died beneath him. But even though he was close to home, he was too nervous to know what to say when they met again.
At last, he found the courage to ask her, eyes red, "Did you ever love me?"
How could she not have loved him? But the precious love of their youth had been worn away by trivial matters. With their fathers dead and their children gone, they could never go back.
She turned away and said, "Never."
She paid no mind to his torn clothes, his injuries, or his lame leg.
On her wedding day, he had intended to see her off. But when he saw the blazing red of her wedding dress, he finally couldn't hold back. Defying all convention, he abducted a minister's wife.
Coming soon: The Tyrant and I: A Mealtime Companion Romance
Everyone knew that the current emperor was cruel and had killed countless people.
When Consort Zhao accidentally came upon the tyrant killing someone, she had already written her will in her heart.
But the tyrant asked, "What's that smell on you?"
Trembling, Consort Zhao offered him the roujiamo she'd made that morning, hoping he wouldn't despise her ugly hands and have them chopped off, since she was so good at cooking.
Instead of being killed to keep her quiet, she was promoted. From then on, she was favored every single day.
Everyone saw Consort Zhao in a new light. She was ruthless, willing to risk her life just to win favor.
Consort Zhao: You might not believe me, but we're just mealtime companions.
At first, the tyrant kept her around because she was an untroublesome cook whose food eased his headaches.
Later, the little chef made her way into his heart. He worried she might be cold, or hot, or caught in the rain, or exposed to the frost. If she so much as coughed, he'd tremble all over.
Theme: A good life is something you work hard to achieve.
I originally planned to be busy for two days during the Chinese New Year... I didn't expect to find myself lonely... Madam, where are you? Come back and update!!!!
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The emperor's strategy level is 100, and the imperial concubine's strategy level is 0
There is the lower part, there is modernity! Author, hurry up and write, it's so beautiful!!!!!!
The cream is not made from egg whites, and the meringue is unpalatable and smells fishy when eaten directly.
Don't miss it if you pass by. The recipes of "The Dog Emperor Climbs" and "My Love with a Tyrant" are the same as this article. Please save them. The text of "Dog Emperor, Climb!" Is as follows: Before his death, Emperor Zhenghe Xiao Mingyu suddenly had a whim to ask his dull and boring queen: "How much does Zitong love me?" His queen's smile was as gentle and warm as before, her red lips parted lightly, and she said, "I love you so much." After twenty-five years of ups and downs in the palace, Yan Erya is no longer an innocent girl with a heart full of love. If there is an afterlife, she will never enter the prince's palace. Emperor Zhenghe was angered by these words. Seeing her arrogance in beating people in the street, Xiao Mingyu secretly made up his mind, "I will never make the same mistake again in this life." Later, when he saw her orderly resettling the refugees, Xiao Mingyu thought again: She is also good at speaking elegantly, presiding over the middle class, and taking care of the harem. She never makes a wrong step, and others may not be able to catch up with her. After several life and death experiences, Xiao Mingyu had to admit that he fell in love with Yan Erya, but Yan Erya didn't want him anymore. After receiving the news that Yan Erya had passed her sentence, Xiao Mingyu rushed back from the Jiangbei camp overnight. It was windy and rainy all the way, and eight fast horses were killed. The so-called cowardice of being close to home, I don't know where to start when we meet again. He finally plucked up the courage and asked her with red eyes, "Have you ever loved me?" Why haven't you fallen in love? It's just that young love was wasted by trivial matters. After the death of father and son, they can never go back. She turned away and said, "No." Ignoring his torn clothes, injuries on his body, and lame legs. On the wedding day, he wanted to get married, but looking at the wedding dress that was burning like fire, he couldn't hold it back and took away his wife despite the disdain of the world. The text of "My Love Affair with a Tyrant" is as follows: The emperor was a murderous tyrant. When Concubine Zhao accidentally saw the tyrant murdering someone, she had already written a suicide note in her heart. As a result, the tyrant asked: "What do you smell like?" With trembling hands, Concubine Zhao offered the meat buns she had just made this morning, hoping that the tyrant would not chop off her hands that were good at cooking because they were too ugly. Unexpectedly, he did not wait until he was killed and silenced, but he waited until he was granted the title of Jin Feng. And from then on, he was favored every day. Everyone looked at Concubine Zhao with admiration, she was a wolf destroyer who even risked her life in order to win favor. Concubine Zhao: You may not believe it, but we are just having sex. At first, the tyrant kept her because she was a trouble-free cook and her delicious food could relieve his headache. Later, the little cook came into his heart. He was afraid that she would be cold, afraid that she would be hot, afraid that she would be exposed to wind and rain, and afraid that she would experience frost. He would tremble three times when she coughed.
What about reality? What's next???
"The group leader always likes figures" is a big bug for the author~ From here onwards it's all the group leaders (laughing and crying. Jpg)
Even the name is fake, and you said you like the undefeated hahahahahahahahahahaha
Chapter 87 was written very hastily, so I suggest you don't read it until I finish it.