Sleeping Beauty Stolen by the Tyrant

When the Song Dynasty was destroyed, the original king knelt down and begged to surrender, and offered nine princesses to the usurping general. The ninth princess, Mu Wanwan, is beautiful, delicate and beautiful, but she suffers from a strange disease. She was extremely lethargic and could sleep until it was dark, day or night. The sweet little general of the past is gone, leaving only the cruel and cold-blooded tyrant. Everyone is worried about the future of the little princess. When it came to Mu Wanwan, a miracle happened. As long as she is close to the new emperor, she can wake up a little longer every day. In order to sleep less, Mu Wanwan blinked her tearful eyes and quietly moved closer to him, reminding herself over and over again. "I want to eat crab cakes, steamed buns, clay pot rice and crystal cakes, but I don't want to fall asleep." "The clothing store in the west of the city has added new clothes, and I want to change into more fashionable clothes." "The new musician swordsman is very handsome. I want to take a look at him more." * In midsummer, the moon is dark and the wind is high. The man blocked her by the tub and slowly pulled off his clothes. Half of his handsome face was stained with blood, and his voice was ragged, "What's the most delicious? What's the most fun? What's the most beautiful!" Mu Wanwan's desire to survive was overwhelming, "It's you, it's all you." "Be good." From then on, when he went to see her every day, he would carry a hammer with him. He sat at the door of her bedroom, cracking almonds and walnuts, just to wait for her to wake up and feed her fresh nuts with his own hands. The new emperor Pei Shao had a magnificent life. He fell from the clouds into the mud, his family was ruined, he was depressed for a time, and then he returned to the top. And from beginning to end, the only person who never abandoned him was the little princess back then, like a beam of light in the abyss. Saved on December 2, 2020, screenshots taken Intention: The right path in the world is the vicissitudes of life