An ancient light comedy, with the background of the Yang family generals in the Northern Song Dynasty
Yang Qilang, the doting little devil of the Yang family who wants to be a general
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I love enemy literature, the hero and heroine compete in cross talk, I like the husky-type heroine, there are frequent erotic manipulations, and historical details... Just treat it as a fiction!
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Yang Qilang squatted on the corner of the alley for a long time, unable to come down no matter how hard he screamed.
"Even if I die in prison, be taken away and beheaded, and jump from here, I don't want to wear that thing!"
I also didn't expect that Yang Qilang had quite a burden. But under the persuasion of my master and me, Yang Qilang finally changed into women's clothes unwillingly.
I also reluctantly gave him the two steamed buns I had taken from Pan Fushun.
Yang Qilang held a steamed bun in one hand and looked at me with wide eyes.
"Why are you looking at me?" I frowned and looked at him, "Hey!"
Yang Qilang was a little speechless and choked. After a long time, he managed to squeeze out a sentence through his teeth: "This is too big."
"Ah, it doesn't mean that all men like big--"
Before I finished speaking, the master's head popped into my head. At that time, I was so painful that I couldn't speak. I looked at the two people in front of me with aggrieved eyes.
My master looked constipated and told me to shut up.
"In that case," I thought about it and said compassionately, "then let me help you chew it."
Intention: Love life, be optimistic
