Sumanrao, the top-quality green tea, has icy muscles and a slender waist. She has deceived many children from aristocratic families. She is hated by everyone in the upper-class social circle. Once she slipped into a Qing Dynasty novel, she became cannon fodder Bai Yueguang.
As the next emperor, the Fourth Master was neither cared for by his adoptive mother nor loved by his biological mother. He loved the little palace maid who had warmed him since he was a child, but he had no choice but to spoil her. As a result, he died young in the waste of the backyard. After the Fourth Master, who was heavy-minded, tolerant and capable, ascended the throne, he posthumously named her a noble concubine and missed her for the rest of his life.
When she just came in, she was humiliated by Si Fujin. Su Manrao was so angry that her eyes were filled with tears. Her lips trembled. She raised her eyes and looked at the newly arrived Fourth Master with tears in her eyes. "Four Master, Si Fujin is right. This servant is of low status and is not worthy of Fourth Master..."
Later, Brother Si looked with red eyes at his weak and pitiful Bai Yueguang smiling openly and wantonly in someone else's arms. Only then did he realize that he regretted it...
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●●Recommend the author to pre-book "The profession of concubine must be inscribed [clearly penetrated]"
Song Yaoyao dressed as a little palace maid, trembling in the palace full of censorship. Whether leaving the palace to marry or crawling onto the dragon's bed, it was not a suitable choice.
I secretly vowed: I will work hard to become a majestic steward.
For her own goal, Song Yaoyao began to learn various skills and strive to climb up to her master.
It took a lot of effort to coax her to please her, but in the end, she was given the title of fourth elder brother... As Princess?
Who? Who are you talking about? Who I am? That Song Gege whose two daughters died young and was finally named Mao concubine by Yongzheng?
Song Yaoyao had seen too many concubines who were not favored in the harem, and their status was withheld, so she could only change her goal: to survive and live well in the fourth master's backyard.
Song Yaoyao, who knew she was pure and stupid, was cautiously afraid of being harmed, so she could only set up a character for herself and hug the thickest golden thigh tightly.
A love-minded character who is crazy about the Fourth Master, crazy about the Fourth Master, and bumps into the wall for the Fourth Master.
However, the pretense may have been too good. Everyone believed that there was a cool, elegant, refined and refined Xiang Fujin in the fourth master's backyard, who was extremely affectionate for the fourth master.
Only Song Yaoyao knew how easy it was to coax this boss, who had everything from a deposit of twenty taels to three warehouses of gold, silver, jewelry, fields, shops, and manors.
I was moved to tears: Woo hoo hoo, I was wrong. Apart from the grandma in charge, there are other options...
Intention: As long as you are willing, every day is a happy day
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You wrote so well, I just read a few pages and got into it. I like how many times you wrote about the traces, whether it's the sound of cicadas or the smell of osmanthus soap behind. Moreover, the rhythm of the article is mastered very well, and the perspective switching is so natural. Whichever protagonist you write about, I feel like I am seeing the world through her eyes, which is very visual. I feel very relieved and happy to read the words you wrote at night. I will continue to read hhh during my break tomorrow. Come on, Ms. Author! !