Continuing from the archived article "Bounding a Jiao", I beg you to collect it! Thank you all!
Copywriting of this article - male protagonist:
Qi Yan was noble, cold, and highly respected. He was the only descendant of the Qi family in Xingyang.
After being released to the capital after three years, he was appointed by the Holy Emperor to be the Minister of Dali Temple. He was someone the officials wanted to win over but had no choice but to win over.
The young girl was pregnant with spring and flocked to her like a duck, but Qi Yan ignored her with cold eyes.
Until that woman broke in, wearing a white skirt, neat temples and a curvy waist, and every frown and every frown was a tactic to seduce people.
At first, he just thought he was a monster who brought disaster to the country and the people.
Later, he fell into the trap unknowingly.
Female protagonist:
Princess Zhao Shuning of Yuan'an has been having a recurring dream lately, in which the man in the dream is tall and tall, but his face is shadowy and shadowy.
All she knew was that she was being persecuted by an adulterer. The sharp knife in her hand sank into the man's chest, and blood fell on the crabapple flowers. The man just smiled sadly, but used his last bit of strength to hug her.
Until the heart-breaking pain made Zhao Shuning wake up from her dream...
Later, when Mei Yan went to the hospital and met the new powerful minister Qi Yan, she realized why she felt so inexplicably distressed.
Come again, let me love you.
Small theater:
The hot spring garden is full of water vapor, and the woman's skin is as smooth as warm jade.
Hearing the footsteps, Zhao Shuning smiled and calmly got up from the water. Sure enough, he saw the man in black clothes frowning and turning around.
Holding the cloud gauze worth a thousand gold, Zhao Shuning walked towards Qi Yan step by step until he forced him to the huanghuali wooden shelf.
On Qi Yan's neck, she exhaled like a blue breath, and when she was about to take a step closer, the man grabbed her arm in time.
Qi Yan looked at the locked door, his face was cold, but his throat was slightly rolling: "Princess, please respect yourself!"
Zhao Shuning was patient and smiled like a cunning fox, thinking: This is not what you said in the last life.
The next book is "Bound Jiao", thank you for clicking and collecting it!
Su Wanhe, the daughter of the Duke of Zhen, has a beautiful appearance and unparalleled beauty. She is a flower of the high mountains that others dare not imagine.
The Crown Prince of Chu has made a marriage agreement with Su Wanhe since childhood, and they can get married as long as Su Wanhe's filial piety period expires.
In the dead of night, the Prince's courtyard is brightly lit.
The beauty has a charming posture, lying on her side on the couch, but her teeth are biting lightly, her face is red, the Yun Qingsha worth a thousand gold has slipped to her shoulders, Su Wanhe's thin lips lightly opened: "When will the prince let me go back?"
The man in front of the couch paused his hand on the belt, his eyes darkened, and he gently raised her chin: "A woman who is already alone, where else do you want to go?"
The affair with Pei Xun originated from a glass of wine on the Chujiang River.
Su Wanhe knew that she had offended someone she shouldn't have, but she didn't know that this man had already been thinking about her.
Intention: As long as you work hard enough, an iron pestle can be ground into a needle.
