Song Yu has a cold and dignified voice, a pair of noble and arrogant phoenix eyes, teeth like braided shells, lips like red vermilion, and a mole on the tip of her nose that attracts people's imagination. Her beautiful face and cold temperament have made many people itchy and unbearable, and they can't wait to let her show her unbearable charm.
At the banquet in Qionglin, Song Yusheng lowered his eyebrows and was free to use his hand. His bright white wrist strokes were filled with dragons and snakes, and the strokes became more and more vigorous. He pulled off the jade hairpin and dabbed the ink to complete the last stroke, frivolous yet restrained.
Three thousand black hairs were scattered, extremely beautiful, Song Yusheng's expression was scorching, and the beauty pressed against the peach blossoms, which made the emperor's heart rejoice, "Excellent, wonderful!"
"The youngest son of the Song family is not only talented in literature, but also looks like a good girl."
Unexpectedly, Song Yusheng's expression suddenly changed, his eyes were cold, and he tied his hair with wooden branches regardless of the emperor's face, and left the table early, showing his arrogance and aristocracy.
Even the emperor couldn't bear to punish Qing Jue Ying, yet he still won the title of leader of the Qionglin Banquet for doing so.
Once the sky changes and the new emperor succeeds to the throne, everyone hopes that the tree will fall and the hozen will be scattered, and they will have the opportunity to kiss a beautiful woman. Unexpectedly, the prime minister's family is safe and sound, but Song Yusheng, the flower of the high mountains, lost his voice due to an accident and became mute.
During the heaven-sacrifice ceremony, the beloved concubine of the new emperor Lu Jue was standing aside obediently. She was dressed in plain white, and her appearance was completely covered by a long silk hat. However, when the incense was being offered, the wind lifted the curtain, revealing a charming face, with a small mole on the tip of her nose making her even more charming.
The beloved concubine coughed slightly, and the new emperor took her into his arms and shielded her from the wind, for fear of wronging him. Everyone said that he was very lucky, but the corners of the eyes of the man in his arms were red, his red lips were biting tightly, and he looked impatient.
Lu Jue came closer, tightened his grip on his waist, and smiled, "In front of the public, the ancestral tablets are on top."
After a pause, his voice gradually became hoarse, "You can also be so promiscuous."
Ignoring his stiff face, Lu Jue uttered those two words coldly.
"It's so cool."
Thousands of people are in trouble, cool and dignified, the little mute beauty suffers vs. Cruel and ruthless, keeping a low profile, gentle and elegant, smiling and attacking.
Concept: Love is giving, desire is taking