Alluring Summer

King Ning of the Qing Dynasty Hua Qing, Shenzong deposed the prince, and is now the emperor's uncle. It is said that he has a leg problem and cannot walk, and has a changeable temperament. He is still an old man. The concubine Xia Chu came, the concubine of a fifth-grade civil servant, the richest man in the Chen Kingdom. People say she is a philistine, shallow and has no tolerance for others, and is a complete profiteer. Rong An, the general manager of the palace, held a golden nanmu brocade box in his hand. He bowed and said in a trembling voice to the painting with a gloomy face: "Your Majesty, the princess said that she has some unfinished business and will come back later. This is the night pearl of the Kingdom of Night that the princess specially selected for you. It is said that one can make the palace as bright as day and let you enjoy it at night." Rong An finished speaking in one breath and quickly presented the brocade box. Hua Qing didn't want any luminous pearl at all, he just wanted her to come back and make soup. He raised his hand and wanted to throw this damn luminous pearl out, but he didn't expect that there was a note sealed on the brocade box, which read, "It's worth a thousand gold, don't hurt it." He, the princess, loves money as much as her life, but she only loves spending money on him. If he smashes the Night Pearl, I'm afraid she won't come back for three days, so what will he eat? Forget it, he endured it. The moon is bright, the stars are sparse in the sky, and the clouds are quiet. In Prince Qingning's Mansion, the candlelight on the Jade Tower is swaying, and the peonies on the ground are colorful. Hua Qing was galloping all the way, having taken off his battle armor, leaving only a black brocade robe. "Princess." He called her, as if he was heartbroken and angry. Xia Chulin turned around slowly after hearing the words, her tears as cold as autumn rain and as cold as frost. After their eyes met, she couldn't help but ask him who was in the painting and who was she? He was cold, not looking at her, but at the person in the painting. "If you are really her, you are your creation. If you are not her, you should be glad that you have the same mark as her. This is also your blessing." The gentle breeze and drizzle of the past are no longer the same. At this moment, it has turned into icy rain like a knife. She was heartbroken, tears rolled down her face, and she said hoarsely: "Why should you decide my fate and my fortune? Chu Jianyu is dead, and she will never come back. I am not her, and I have never been..." Before she could finish her words, she felt a burning sensation on the left side of her face, and then she felt dizzy and fell to the ground, with a salty taste flowing out of the corner of her mouth. Hua Qing bent over and knelt on one knee, clamped her jaw with one hand, looked coldly, and said in a deep voice: "It seems that I have indulged you, and that's why you are so ignorant." Such a familiar face, such a close contact made Xia Chulin's feelings rise rapidly. She no longer wanted shame, and she no longer wanted complete love. She just wanted a little bit of his sincerity, not Chu Jianyu's pure love for her. She humbly held his hand that was clamping her chin, with hope in her eyes, and begged: "Your Highness, I only need a little bit of my body, and you just need to love me a little bit. It's not because of her, it's because of Xia Chulin." "Okay, as long as you forget what happened tonight and forget to see Yulou, you will still be my princess." He relented and decided to give her a chance. But she couldn't be happy because she knew they could never go back and forget. If they could forget, they would never see Yulou again. She staggered up and slowly walked to the railing, looked at the full moon, smiled sadly, and turned around feeling free and easy. "Your Majesty, let's make peace with each other." The man walked as fast as the wind, with a cold eyebrow, and whispered in her ear: "You... Don't even think about it..." A black shadow held a cold sword in his hand and stabbed at the painting facing her. In the flash of lightning, she pushed him to her side. The cold sword warmed her blood, and the railing behind her came loose, and she climbed downstairs. Like a flash of surprise. What is fear? He didn't know it until now. Okay, let's go to the wife crematorium next. Concept: house fighting, sweet pet, love