After I Was Reborn, I Married My Ex's Uncle

Please collect the advance copy of "Jian Chunzhuo" released in December, the copy is at the bottom Order the entire article for only 1.66R~ ★The cold-faced general who has been dormant for many years ★Very sweet, very sweet. Age difference is 10 years. ★The male protagonist has been secretly in love with the female protagonist for many years In the previous life, Duan Zhiran gave up all self-esteem, learned the six etiquette rules of the palace, and worked hard to become a qualified crown princess. After being together for several years, she finally watched her husband abandon her and hold the concubine's hand to ascend to the throne, but she was imprisoned in the harem and died in depression. After her death, it snowed heavily for five days. General Dingyuan and the prince's uncle, who were rumored to be dead, entered the palace in blood and massacred everyone in the palace, causing blood to rain all over the city. —— Once reborn, Duan Zhiran returned to the time when she was fifteen years old, and she was still the proud legitimate daughter of the Hou family. Duan Zhiran decisively refused to marry and instead married the unconscious prince and uncle Chongxi. The dignitaries in the capital watched the joke with cold eyes, just waiting for the general to die. How would she live as a widow without her mother's family? Duan Zhiran smiled leisurely and said: "I have power and money, what's wrong with me?" —— The little girl who was supposed to be pursuing him every day married someone else, but Prince Zhou Shuo regretted it. After the prince's position was deposed, he stopped the former man in the imperial garden and expressed his feelings. "Aran, would you like to be with me?" "If the prince has anything to say, why don't you tell me this? How would it be polite to stop your aunt?" His uncle, who was supposed to be unconscious, took Duan Zhiran's hand and held it in his palm to breathe, his eyes turning warm: "Yin Yin, are you cold?" Small Theater 1 Duan Zhiran wore her husband's coat, held up a candlestick and joked: "Is the majestic General Dingyuan afraid of the dark?" The general was silent for a moment, then picked the man up and placed him on the couch. "I'm so scared that I won't have Yin Yin with me." Small Theater 2 Duan Zhiran never thought that the decisive general Dingyuan would be so careless when he fell in love. After avenging her mother's family, everything was settled. Zhou Xing hugged her from behind and pretended to be pitiful: "I heard that Yin Yin used to look forward to my death every day." Duan Zhiran felt that he was in the wrong and had no choice but to comfort the large wolf dog. "I want you to kiss me one more time today." —— Please release it in January and forcefully seize the preview of "Jian Chunzhuo" Everyone knows that General Huo has a violent temper and is extravagant. I have not had a mother to protect me since I was a child, but the emperor has given me the connivance. Being famous in Daliang can stop children from crying at night and make everything silent. On the day when the master returned to the court, a woman in plain clothes stood in the plum blossom rain to receive him and wash away the dust. That face resembled his biological mother who died young. Huo Yuanqing's eyebrows narrowed, and there was a bloody scab on his neck that had not yet been cleaned. He reached out and pinched the man's chin. The girl is good-looking, with a Jiangnan charm in her eyes and brows, and her charming character quietly appears from her indifferent temperament. She pretended to be calm and raised her eyes into Huo Yuanqing's eyes full of violence and lust. When the old general died, a memorial flag was hung in the front yard. The man knocked on his door with a cup of tea, his sleeves turned up, leaving a faint plum fragrance. There was a coquettish look in the corners of her eyes, and the fragile blood vessels in her neck were beating, eye-catching. Huo Yuanqing raised his brush to paint red, branches and leaves, hibiscus, spring water in the south of the Yangtze River, and snow falling in the north of Beijing. One stroke after another, the fragrant tea is slightly cold. It was not until Jiang Lanruo escaped that Huo Yuanqing knew why she entered the general's mansion and why she seduced him. She was originally the most beautiful hibiscus flower in the south of the Yangtze River. The thieves were in power, and her father and brother died tragically at the hands of the bandits. The flag was raised high under the scorching sun, and the word "Huo" was written in big letters. She endured the humiliation, firstly to survive and secondly for revenge. When they met again, she put the dagger against the side of Huo Yuanqing's neck, "I want your Huo family to bury my father and brother together!" Huo Yuanqing held the blade, blood flowed from his palm to the tiger's mouth, and said hoarsely: "Are you willing to let it go?" "That's not what Lan Qing said yesterday at Haishi in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, and at Mao this morning in the General's Mansion." The hunting wolf outside the Great Wall will finally surrender at the feet of the sweet lady, and from now on his eyes will only follow that one person, the deepest taboo in his heart. ★Female is not a boy C, the blood value is up, the age difference is two years ★The gentle and bold girl x the crazy and reckless general Intention: Self-reliance and self-reliance