Tang Xiyu had been mischievous with cats and dogs since he was a child, which made no one from the nobles in the capital dare to match-match with him, so he had gained a lot of skin. After many blind dates, his old mother failed, and seeing that he was getting married, she sent him to the palace with a wave of her hand to be drafted.
Who would have thought that the talent show was just a pretense to choose a husband for Bei Mo and his princess.
Unfortunately, we happened to pick their Tangxi family.
According to rumors, the people of the Northern Desert wear hair and drink blood. They have green faces and fangs, and are extremely ugly. On the eve of the wedding, Tang Xiyu was too scared to go out and even thought of running away from the wedding.
On the day of the wedding, when Ruyi picked up the bride's red hijab and saw the beauty in front of her under the swaying candlelight, her face was like a crown jewel and her skin was like cream, she suddenly blushed blankly and was at a loss. She swallowed and said, "Mother... Mrs...."
How ugly is this! Rumors are all rumors!
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Lang Su was the ninth son of the Northern Desert King. His eldest brother did not hesitate to kill his siblings for the throne. Lang Su did not have the power of his eldest brother, and he did not want to sit and wait for death. He lurked on the road to the marriage, leaving a slight chance of escape to another country for the marriage. The dagger was often placed in his wrist, waiting for the day of his bridal chamber, when that blind thing died.
The innocent and handsome young man in front of him raised his hijab. With just one look, he gave up the idea of silencing him.
Just him? What can you do to yourself?
This little husband is good in every way, but he is a little too clingy. Langsu has no time to be obsessed with these loves, so he is waiting for the opportunity to use the power of her husband's family to plan how to return to the Northern Desert.
But when everything was done, after returning to the Northern Desert, the eyes of the people around him had long lost their luster. The eyes that were once full of love were now filled with only hatred.
He said: I would rather never know you.
He was buried in the sea of fire. Lang Su, who was already the king of the Northern Desert, rushed into the fire regardless of everything, smashed through the black charred wooden beams like crazy, and hugged his body. The new king vomited blood, and the screams of the new king holding the scorched bones resounded throughout the Northern Desert.
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Not long after that, a young man wearing a bamboo hat set out alone to find his relatives.
Ancient style/women's clothing attack/chasing wife crematorium
Intention: Self-reliance and self-reliance
