The Prince Regent's Favorite

Nangong Che was the most beloved second prince of the King of Dali. He was charming, unparalleled in beauty, and good at both civil and military affairs. However, he was violent, paranoid, bloodthirsty, and unstable. And his eyes are higher than his head, he is arrogant, he is as disgusted with women as snakes and scorpions, and he treats women as if they are nothing. The monarch almost turned his head with worry: He couldn't even look down on the most beautiful woman in the country of Li, so he didn't know what kind of woman could barely fall into the eyes of the second prince. Until he went out to the capital and brought back a woman with cold temperament and stunning appearance, and wanted to marry her. And this woman not only married someone from the enemy country, but she also looked down on him at all. The monarch was so angry that one Buddha left his body and two Buddhas ascended to heaven, and he categorically opposed it. Before meeting Mo Xue, Nangong Che: Women will only affect the speed at which I draw my sword! After meeting Mo Xue, Nangong Che: In my eyes, there are only two types of people in this world, Mo Xue and people other than Mo Xue. After Mo Xue was disfigured, Nangong Che: It's not that she has an extra scar on her face, it's clearly that you guys have a missing scar on your face. Small theater: Behind their backs, everyone laughed at the fact that the once arrogant second prince had fallen into the hands of a married woman. That woman must know the art of witchcraft and put a love charm on the second prince, so that she could cling to him. After Nangong Che heard this, he stopped on his toes and turned around to go back to the other courtyard where Mo Xue was hiding. In the quiet side room, the lights are swaying, and the mellow and refreshing fragrance of pear white spreads. The woman is barefoot, her silhouette is as clear as a giant, and the chains made of dark iron around her ankles make bursts of sounds with the dancing rhythm... The ends of Nangong Che's coquettish eyes were dyed red, and jealousy was swallowing up his mind like a poisonous snake. He retracted his eyes from the woman's slender waist, rushed over and pressed her down on the bed, gritting his teeth and said: "How I hope what they said is true. If you can linger on me as much as you miss him, I will be willing to die." He has made the best sword in the world, drank the strongest wine in the world, and has the highest dignity in the world, but he cannot get the sincerity of the woman he loves most in the world! The cold and aloof heroine VS the paranoid and partial love at first sight, the love for the heroine till death and never let go, the coquettish, sinister and unpredictable psychotic male protagonist. Robbery, one-on-one, two-parter. Continuation: "Love, at the right time" When Wen Yixin married Pei Jin, she was still thinking of someone unforgettable. That man was her first love. They had been together for seven years, and when he forced her to leave, the love they had once pledged to each other turned into a poison that bit into her heart and bones, making her miserable. After marriage, they treated each other as if they were guests, raised eyebrows, and looked calm, at least in her opinion. Until, the night of the first wedding anniversary. Candlelight red wine, rose and diamond rings, the scene in the top luxury suite seemed to be similar. She was very drunk and confused, and familiar figures overlapped in front of her eyes... With the lingering feeling deep in her bones, her nails dug deeply into Pei Jin's back, and she tremblingly called out the name that had been sealed deep in her heart for a long time: "Jiang Heng!" ……. She was waiting for him to propose divorce, and she accepted all the conditions. After all, he was used to being proud and would never be able to bear this kind of shame and humiliation. Three days later, there was still no movement. She was sitting on pins and needles, enduring the pain of Ling Chi all day long. After printing the divorce agreement, she couldn't help but find him: "I'm sorry, let's get a divorce." There were burnt holes everywhere on the carpet, and the room was full of cigarette butts. The man's hair was messy and haggard. He took the divorce agreement and tore it into pieces in front of her. With red eyes, he said viciously: "Don't even think about divorce. Isn't it just love? It's not like I can't afford it! " Love must be at the right time, waiting for me to dig him out of your heart, and then put myself in! Intention: Wherever sincerity comes, gold and stone will open up