[The ending has been revised, and the bonus extra is being updated]
Li Linglang and Jiang Cong played the piano and the harp in harmony, at least that's what she felt.
The two have been married for a few months, and although they are not inseparable, they are still warm and peaceful. She is considerate and caring in every aspect, giving her the dignity that a newlywed wife deserves.
Although Jiang Cong was seriously ill and weak, he was quite handsome and treated her with gentleness and courtesy. Linglang thought he could live such a comfortable life.
Until one dark and windy night of the month, outside the forbidden area——
She saw with her own eyes that the newlywed husband, who usually took two or three steps and took five or six breaths, was wearing night clothes and holding a sword in his hand, with blood dripping from the tip of the sword.
He stood on the high wall, with his back to the moonlight and looked back, with a murderous look in his eyes that she had never seen before.
Linglang lightly covered his chest and called out delicately: "Husband, what's going on? I'm so scared..."
But the person on the other side said warmly: "Madam, you might as well hide the knife behind your back first, and then talk about this."
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Linglang is used to using knives, which were left to her by her father. Dad was once the best swordsman in the world, but he died in the thirteenth year after he retired to seclusion.
In order to investigate the truth, she sneaked into the Hou Mansion, and later by some strange combination of circumstances, she became a superficial couple with the same sick and weak prince. With this level of identity, there is no longer a need to climb over eaves, walk along walls, and cover up and hide all day long.
When the truth came out, Ling Lang put away his knife and turned around, and was about to leave, but he was grabbed tightly by the wrist.
Jiang Cong's eyes were dark, but he still had a gentle smile on his face:
"Fighted with me seventy-six times, injured me twenty-seven times, belittled me fifteen times, said I liked me three times—"
He gritted his teeth in her ear: "Ma'am, do you want to leave now?"
*Mr. And Mrs. Smith memes
*The story of killing each other, falling in love, fighting and having sex at the same time
*Both of them are good at acting, the female lead is crazy and the male lead is black.
*Weibo: I also envy the autumn wind
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Sikou likes his senior brother Chi Houling, the top disciple of Jiange who is as gentle as the wind and as bright as the moon.
She liked him so much that she only looked at him during the sword-discussing meeting; she made sure to sit with him during morning homework; outside the sword-training pavilion, she waited from sunset to moonrise just to give him a bowl of spiritual soup.
Even if the other person is always indifferent and distant, she still enjoys it.
Until Xizuo sneaked into the sect, the demon clan learned the news and besieged the sword pavilion, and all the elders and disciples responded one after another——
When the back mountain fell, only Chi Houling's sword broke through the layers of miasma and held Sikou's hand in the chaos.
The young man's voice was still cold: "It's not safe here."
Sikou blinked: "Senior brother, are you afraid that something will happen to me?"
She smiled: "But I am the craftsman."
Chi Houling said lightly: "I know."
Sikou was surprised: "When I said I liked you, it was all lies."
Chi Houling glanced coolly: "I know."
Sikou said with a smile on his face: "I will leave with the demons immediately, senior brother, there is no need to send him off."
Chi Houling cut off her messenger slip with one sword and pinched her chin with his long fingers.
He leaned close to her and sneered: "I know."
*A story [I know everything but I just can't control it]
Intention: Continuous self-improvement, optimism
