Return in Full Moon

Pre-collection of the article "My archenemy became my face after losing his memory". I hope you will save it if you like it. Advance copywriting The moment Wu Yan woke up, a woman in red sat next to him and told him, "Your name is Wu Yan, and you are my personal bodyguard..." The smile on the woman's lips suddenly deepened, and she lightly tapped his lips with her fingers coated with kodan. She leaned down and, with the fragrant fragrance, she came close to his lips, "You are also my pillow." "You were injured because you were trying to save me. It doesn't matter. I will slowly help you get your lost memories back." "My name is Zhiyi, so you chose the name Wuyan for yourself. Wuyanzhiyi is my name. You see, our names even match each other." Wu Yan didn't believe that his name was really Wu Yan, but from the moment he opened his eyes, he lost all memory, including his name. He watched calmly as the woman took off her red hairpin, her black hair falling like a waterfall... Having known each other since childhood, what Yan Hui dislikes the most is Xie Yungui's arrogant and arrogant attitude as the emperor's arrogant son. It's a pity that even if this person loses his memory, his words and deeds are still the same as before. Even the way he looks at her is the same as before, full of contempt, and it's really annoying to look at her. She had a kind heart to save him once, but why was she so kind that she didn't get anything in return? In this case, he should be stained with white clothes and fall into the mire. Since she hates her so much, why not ask him to be her face, let him serve her with sex, wait until his memory recovers and he knows everything, how interesting will his expression be at that time? ---------------------------------- Copywriting of this article The day Yue Wan woke up was her fifteenth birthday. Her relatives are still there, with power in both the government and the public. The emperor comes to celebrate the new year, and the whole city of Chang'an is celebrating her birthday. If her soul hadn't experienced the next few decades, she thought, she would be the happiest girl in Chang'an City. On the day of Miss Wan's birthday in Taishifu, the emperor wanted to marry her to the current crown prince Yan Lin. This was supposed to be a great joy, but he didn't want Miss Wan to cry and faint in public. After his granddaughter had been ill for more than half a month, Grand Master Lu went to the palace and took out the token exchanged between the royal family and the Grand Master's Mansion many years ago, saying that he would marry his granddaughter to the former crown prince, now Prince Yanchen of Yong'an, as agreed. The people of Chang'an opened their mouths. The grand master must have gone crazy. Although Yan Chen was beautiful, graceful and high-spirited back then, when he often walked on Zhuque Street, the girls on the street would blush and peek at him. It was just an accident. He could no longer stand up. From then on, he had no connection with the throne. He became increasingly gloomy and was undoubtedly a useless person. Yan Chen didn't like to be with others for a long time, but he couldn't resist the delusion in his heart. The day of Miss Wan's birthday in Taishi Mansion finally passed. Unexpectedly, the little girl shed tears when she saw him for the first time. Yan Chen laughed at himself and looked down at his legs. He is a useless person, why bother to bother others. But he never thought that the little girl he thought he would never see again in this life would appear in front of him again half a month later, with moonlight pouring in her eyes: Brother Zilan, I don't want to break off the engagement with you. Like the bright moon in the sky, falling into my arms. (This version of the copy was finalized on June 5, 2020, and a file will be kept) ================== advance receipt "Madam, she is proficient in tea art" At first, Shen Yu only felt that Wen Yu was extremely gentle and considerate to him, and he naturally thought that Wen Yu must love him very much. He was poisoned by someone in a conspiracy. After detoxifying, he discovered that Wen Yu was considerate of him in front of others, but behind... One day, when he was going to stay at the Yamen, Wen Yu prepared a set of luggage for him and sent him out reluctantly: It was snowing heavily tonight, so why would my husband go to the Yamen for errands? But he clearly heard Wen Yu cheering inwardly: Okay! King Shen Yan finally left, and the pot of strong spring brew was almost ready to warm up, and the mutton soup and snowballs were served in the small kitchen. Wen Yu always feels that life has been difficult recently. Shen Yu seemed to be targeting her everywhere. At the palace banquet, she seemed to be concentrating on the singing and dancing, but her eyes fell on the refreshments on the dining table from time to time. Today, the palace actually made her favorite Sanliang Golden Cake, which whetted her appetite, and she thought she would taste it later. Finally able to use his chopsticks, Shen Yu put the golden cakes into his mouth one after another with an expressionless face. In a blink of an eye, there was only an empty plate left. He also asked her, "This cake tastes very good. Madam, why don't you try it?" Wen Yu: I would like to try it! There is only one plate left, what do you want me to taste? Another day, Shen returned home in a windy and snowy night, feeling cold all over. As usual, he would stay in the study outside. Wen Yu expressed genuine concern on her lips, but she was thinking crazily in her heart, "Go to the study quickly, you big ice cube. She still has to stay in the warm bed, reading miscellaneous notes and eating fruit." Unexpectedly, she was just being polite, but Shen Yu followed Shan Ruliu and agreed, opening his arms and waiting for her to serve him calmly. Wen Yu stepped forward with a stiff smile, not wanting to be hugged by Shen Yu, and put his cold hands on her neck, which made her shiver, and whispered in her ear: "Ma'am, please warm me up, okay?" (2022.5.1 New version of copywriting) Intention: A better future, full of hope