Among the soft branches of the weeping willow withered palms, the green calyx has not withered in front.
You have your purpose, and I have my grievances.
You don't have to tell me what happened ten years ago, but I have to ask for it.
Although the Nu family is a weak woman, she can still turn clouds over with nothing.
Because you are worried about me, I lie, and no one can see how sincere I am.
The little girl doesn't care about lovesickness or love today,
Holding the hem of her skirt with her hands, she looked back and smiled,
One sentence:
Young Master, were you destined to commit suicide back then?
The above is an introduction, the following is gossip
I don't know what readers like to read, but what I write is not about palace fighting, not about novices, not about YY, not about harems, not about stallions, not about heroines, or about beauty. . . It's just a serious drama, a strategy type, and I probably won't like it, but if you like it after reading it, please leave a message. . .