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[New book "Throw Coins!" Entering the Dog Blood Chronicles with Shenhao System" is being updated, please collect it] After the Yin Kingdom was destroyed, Nan Yuan was dedicated to Li Yan by her power-hungry father. Li Yan has great military exploits and is a nightmare for the Yin State. His notoriety can stop children from crying at night. The dense forest branches and leaves cover the sky. There are thorns and mist, dogs bark and cavalry gallop, The corners of Nan Yuan's skirt were caught in thorns, and her eyes were filled with tears of despair. When he was desperate, he stretched out his hand from his tall horse. "You bumped into it yourself." His voice was like a Rakshasa demon, dark and low. Li Yan always treated her calmly, looking at her carefully with his narrow phoenix eyes, his deep eyes full of contempt, as if looking at an insignificant prey: "Don't have delusions." Nan Yuan remained silent and bowed her head meekly. She had other plans: she needed to use her power to avenge her mother who died in vain. Finally, the murderer who poisoned his mother was executed. During an autumn hunt, Nan Yuan, who had been preparing for a long time, found the opportunity to fall from the cliff, and then escaped with the help of his servants. Li Yan found that he could always see illusions when he looked at this lowly slave. Li Yan sneered, he was determined to be a wise king, how could he be hindered by a woman's belt? So he kept her by his side, always being careful. He tried to convince himself again and again that she was just a humble palace maid. But on the day she jumped off the cliff in front of him, Li Yan held her left hairband in a daze. This article is private: When the male and female protagonists look at each other, the male protagonist can see the past life as if the female protagonist is scolding the male protagonist in her mind. The author's column requires advance notice. The completed articles: "Golden Branches", "Bianjing Food Record", and "I Sell Flowers in Bianjing" are available for viewing. Purpose: Respect is the first element of love