Lin Zhiyan picked up a fairy sister at the beach. This fairy sister was as beautiful as a flower but was not in good health. She couldn't speak clearly at first.
The carefree Lin Zhiyan was the son of the Minister of Civil Affairs. He never had much patience. He was a playboy. When he was in the Imperial College, compared with other young men from aristocratic families, he was really unlearned and incompetent.
The greatest patience in this life has been given to that fairy sister.
He Keren came to life again. A bright and sunny young man picked her up and took care of her carefully. She thought, even if she died at the hands of her beloved last time. However, how could such a young man not make people's hearts flutter. How could such a full-hearted love, so warm and sincere, let anyone let go of her? It turns out that she can also be loved passionately and boldly.
In this life, Yan Zhi, you and I will not be perfect after all. Then in the next life, I will definitely look for you.
Lan Ting didn't expect that she would come back again. He was a selfish and cautious person.
People who are extremely selfish and will do whatever it takes to achieve glory and wealth. Why are some people born to be superior to others, while some people's lives are lighter than grass?
He was sold to the palace by his family and made a eunuch. When he was thirteen years old, he met a fairy sister. She taught him martial arts to protect himself and turned him back into a real man. Gradually, he was dissatisfied with everything he got now. He wanted more, he wanted to sit below one person and above ten thousand people. He wanted to be a master!
He Keren raised his sword and shouted loudly, "Today, I will point my sword at the imperial power. I will ask Nine Thousand Years Old if he has any regrets in his heart."
"No regrets," he replied.
If you don't regret it, why did you set up a trap to die with me, hugging my body in that burning room, and singing "Phoenix with the Headband".
If you don't regret it, why did you ruin my marriage, put Zhiyan in jail, and why do you insist on me being in the same place with you?
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