My next novel, "Marrying My Brother's White Moonlight in His Place," is a sisters-in-law romance.
The leader of the demonic cult, Chong Zun, was betrayed by his disciples and died. When he opened his eyes, he had become Nanyang, a one-year-old princess with stubby little legs.
She was the daughter of Empress Fusang. But there wasn't a single man in Fusang's harem, so she naturally ended up on the empress's dragon bed.
After lying there for fifteen years, she discovered that she wasn't Fusang's daughter after all.
Nanyang was terrified and on edge. Looking at the beautiful empress, she had a thought: Why not commit an act of treason and become the empress's consort? Then she wouldn't die!
One night, after getting drunk, Nanyang kissed the empress, and love began to blossom in her heart.
It was just a simple moment of intimacy, but later, at the imperial retreat, she finally committed an act of treason.
After that, her bedchamber was never lit at night. Whenever she was overcome with unbearable desire, the empress would mysteriously appear in her room.
She thought it meant the empress liked her, until she learned by chance that there was something wrong with the wine she drank.
She had been set up...
The best hunters always appear to be prey!
A little scene:
In winter, Fusang would pull Nanyang close and sleep with her in bed. But when the sweltering summer came, she complained that Nanyang was too hot.
Nanyang refused to leave. "I want to sleep with Mother!"
Fusang looked at her disdainfully. "You can sleep with me once you stay warm in winter and cool in summer."
Nanyang: "I'll go back and practice a skill that keeps me warm in winter and cool in summer, then come back to sleep with you!"
1. Raising the child. Fourteen-year age gap.
Check out my completed novels: "The Little Marquis Is So Soft," where the reborn Prince of Dai and the Prime Minister love each other dearly.
"The Empress Dowager Is Troubled, the Empress Sighs," about an empress and an empress dowager.
"Defying My Superior," a story of chasing one's wife after a breakup.
"The Child Left at My Door Became the Emperor," about raising a young emperor.
"The Princess Wants a Divorce," turns out the prime minister was reborn too.
"The Empress Is Too Upright," my empress has superhuman strength.
My next novel: "Sister-in-Law, Don't Turn on the Light. It's Me."
The Gu family had fraternal twins. The older brother, Gu Yan, was frail and sickly, raised in Jiangnan where no one knew of him. His younger sister, Gu Que, took his place at the Imperial College and even passed the imperial examinations with top honors.
The Gu and Yan families had arranged a marriage for them when they were young. Prime Minister Yan Luo was to be her sister-in-law, and her family told her to marry her brother's fiancee in his place.
Before she entered the bridal chamber, her parents warned her over and over: Don't take your clothes off to sleep, and don't let Prime Minister Yan find out you're a woman.
Gu Que was a twenty-first-century Taobao seller who had transmigrated to the Great Wei Dynasty by a twist of fate. The Taobao shop was still in her mind.
Prime Minister Yan sat on the bed, with skin as white as jade and slender hands with distinct knuckles. Gu Que walked over and asked, "Your hands are so beautiful. Shall I put some nail stickers on them for you?"
After the manicure, a few little tigers adorned the nails of the usually cool and aloof Prime Minister Yan.
Later, in order to avoid taking her clothes off and consummating the marriage, Gu Que found new ways to coax Prime Minister Yan every night.
"Prime Minister Yan, do you wear school uniforms? Everyone where I'm from wears them. You have a great figure, so you should try one."
"Prime Minister Yan, the night is long. Would you like some milk tea?"
"Prime Minister Yan, the night is quiet. Let's share an ice cream."
When her older brother returned, Gu Que switched back to being a woman, and the bedroom was no longer hers. She could no longer go in at night, either.
The night stretched on. She knocked on her sister-in-law's door. "Sister-in-law, don't turn on the light. It's me."
Theme: Forge ahead through darkness without forgetting your original aspirations!
"Loving alone is too lonely" can actually understand Chongming's approach. For her, this is already the best choice. Maybe sometimes letting go is actually a better choice than chasing. It was really sweet to be together at first, with unforgettable love and memories. The twinkling light in their eyes when they look at each other is the best proof of the existence of this relationship. But they were inexplicably broken up when their love was at its peak. After breaking off the relationship, they struggled for nearly two years, only to fall into each other again after the other party took the initiative on a whim. But she is always relatively speechless. "I don't remember, my memory is not very good" is her favorite thing to say. Why didn't you finish this relationship properly when you came back? Why did you say you couldn't let it go but couldn't let me feel the slightest bit of care and love from you? It's better to miss each other than to meet each other. It's okay to just be a stranger passing by without seeing each other. We crossed paths briefly, and the tide ebbed at the end, paying homage to this encounter. Thank you so much for this extra chapter, I put it down.
I still feel it's so hard, I can't help but run away in my mind. Chongming came back alone and lived alone with memories. Fusang got a good start in this life with her help. The two briefly crossed paths. Chongming was alone with memories, but wanted to meet but chose not to meet. Fusang only had a slight doubt and "got it" when he heard the news that Chongming died of illness. Wow wow wow, it makes me sad when I think about it now that I am older. I can't bear it anymore.
Zhongzun died of illness, Fusang mourned silently. How long did Chongzun live? It looked like he was not confused. He was strong and strong, so he must have lived longer than his father. But Chongzun died of illness. Fusang thought and read. When he went to court the next day, the monarch and his ministers were in one group, and everything went smoothly. Fusang has been on the throne for more than three years, and there has been no rebellion or natural disaster. His governance is peaceful and peaceful. Listening to the reports from the courtiers in the court, Fusang's thoughts wandered and he thought of last night. It was not a big deal for Mingjiao to change its leader. Fusang didn't believe that Zhongzun died of illness. But Fusang didn't understand why Zhongzun died of illness, and where did Zhongzun go. Fuso turned over and stared at a dark place. Fusang had never slept with anyone before. She was only sent to bed once as a sign of respect, and then she took the initiative to crawl into bed a second time as a sign of respect. But she later ran away again, Zhongzun scared her away. Fusang didn't want Zhongzun to leave. Zhongzun said she couldn't afford what she wanted, but what did Zhongzun want? When Fusang was a princess, she couldn't understand. Now that Fusang has become the emperor, she still can't understand what it is to want something but not want it. Fuso opened her eyes wide and her breathing became heavier. Chongzun is gone, but Mingjiao is still doing well. The newly appointed leader is very good, and he is much more qualified than respectful. Fuso sent people to discuss the recovery, but it didn't take much effort. Look, for such an obvious deal, smart people know how to choose. Fusang couldn't understand why Zhongzun disagreed. It's easy to guess Chongzun's thoughts, Fuyi's identity was easily deceived, and it's hard to guess Chongzun. He doesn't want anything, just takes the money and leaves, but what's so good about the money. Zhongzun passed away from illness. Is Zhongzun still short of money? Fusang closed his eyes and thought. There were many treasures in his private treasury. I wonder if there is any that Zhongzun likes. It had been half a year since Zhongzun died of illness, and Fusang intended to make Mingjiao the number one sect. It turned out that Chongzun didn't often train his disciples. Fusang missed the days when Chongzun was training troops in the East Palace. Chongzun's kung fu was so good, Fusang wanted to hand over the army to Chongzun to manage. Fusang met the leader of the Ming Cult in the capital. Murong Huan was a dissolute woman. Everyone in Mingjiao was very dissolute, and Zhongzun was also very dissolute, but Zhongzun was not that dissolute. Why was Zhongzun not a dissolute woman? Fusang didn't understand. Murong Huan has a new apprentice, and he is a good person. What does respecting and accepting a disciple look like? Fusang thought of Ouyang Qing who was skinned, Lin Mei who was expelled from the Ming Cult, and her life in vain because of her excellent medical skills... What does respecting look like? Murong Huan came to offer a gift on behalf of Mingjiao. It was a little mink, red and bright, and he became very close to Fusang when he saw him. Fusang wanted to respect him. Murong Huan said that Chongzun snatched this red mink from his eldest disciple. After being cared for by Chongzun for a while, Chongzun called her Hongyan. Beauties, beauties, beauties, Zhongzun is not really a beauty. Murong Huan and her disciples went together. The old cow eats the young grass, and the whole Ming sect is not serious. However, Fusang thought, the eldest princesses were not too dignified. Fusang called Zhongzun Master. Zhongzun did not teach her Kung Fu, but Fusang felt that Chongzun could bear the title of master. Zhongzun never appeared again. When Chongzun was around, Fusang didn't often inquire about her news. Now that Chongzun was gone, Fusang never heard from Chongzun again except for the time when she died of illness. Where has Zhongzun gone? Is it the royal land in the world? Fusang thought, Zhongzun cannot confuse her. The respectful gesture came suddenly, and Fusang was no longer wary of her. Perhaps Zhongzong just thinks he is good-looking and wants to help this soft-hearted little lady. Fusang is very satisfied with his own skin. The ministers urged him to establish an imperial husband, but Fusang didn't take it seriously. Changping said that Master Minglai from Beiwangshan was quite effective in predicting marriages. When Fusang had time, he found Zhong Zun and sent him to calculate it, but he didn't want to know that he had already calculated it tomorrow. Hearing that Zhongzun and Lin Mei fought each other with swords against Ming Lai one after another, Fusang secretly laughed, as Zhongzun was actually so superstitious. Fusang took the paper and saw that the trees were dry, with only leaves but no flowers. What does it mean, Zhongzun is going to die, and there will be no flowers to bloom before he dies? Does she have a crush? Fusang went to Beiwang Mountain in person. The emperor ordered it to be placed on the table, and tomorrow the horoscope will be calculated for the third time, and the result will always be the same. Fusang is not a superstitious person. He must have made a mistake to respect such a bright and beautiful thing. Fusang stayed at Beiwang Mountain for half a day, but the officials did not wait for the emperor's husband to come.
I understand, the leader only moved forward bravely when she was a young grass, even regardless of the status of mother and daughter. When she was an old cow, she was timid... Leader, please be more courageous!!!
Can't bear to finish. . . I have already imagined the story of Fusang not believing that Zhongzun was dead and secretly bringing her back. . . Who can continue writing this story, hehe
It is better to forget each other than to stay together. This ending is actually the most reasonable and harmful.
This ending is too appetizing, like the nostalgia of taking a bite of ice cream and falling to the ground. It's a pity that I didn't fully possess it, but fortunately I had it for a short time. I love you so much. This is the ending I like.
After watching the extra episode, 9 out of 10 people should be upset.
?? You shouldn't watch this episode, it's too painful
The extra is great, thank you author. The ending is so great, even if it is left blank, it is just that the unfinished thoughts of two lifetimes are blowing by like the wind, so great.