Pre-collection of the ancient poem "My dear girl is his father's concubine"
The Taiwei Mansion in the capital produced a young general who was vigorous and vigorous. He fought on the battlefield many times and never lost.
But no one knew that Xie Qijue was paranoid, world-weary, cold-blooded and vicious.
In troubled times, wars are raging, and the dead soldiers stand up, licking blood from the edge of their swords, and there is no refuge for anything in the world.
On that day, he was prepared to abandon his troops and die on the battlefield, and the defeated general would never be defeated.
With the sound of horse hooves rushing and blood staining the snow, someone pulled him out of the burial ground where the broken body was buried.
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Qin Jisui, a third-rate screenwriter in the film and television industry, has no one to appreciate his talent.
She worked hard on a work for many years, and she tortured herself until she was half crazy and half to death. This is how the villain in her novel was born.
Xie Qijue is an accessory to her negative emotions, the darkest and craziest side of her.
Qin has become tired of water, and drowning again and again brings her back to the present world.
The truth of the script, changes in the main plot, and plot twists.
When barbarians invaded and the dynasty was in turmoil, the situation was overturned.
"I won't become bad, Qin Jisui, don't fall in love with others."
But because of one sentence, someone became nostalgic for an era that did not belong to her.
*Long and slow-burning
*A small amount of modern plot, a bit complicated, be careful not to substitute it into reality
*The whole text is fictitious, including private settings and no need to pay attention to it.
*Main text be, extra he
——Advance receipt copywriting
Jiang Xunji was originally a reserve technician at Yuanhua Tower, but she had a smooth life, but when she was in her late teens, she was attracted by Mr. Wu of the Shihou Mansion in Chang'an City.
On the wedding night, there were screams in the mansion, and a rampant fire marked the paper red.
The groom died tragically outside the new house. The window and door were gently pushed open, and blood flowed down the door frame.
The person who came was dressed in cold black clothes, tall and straight, holding a blood sword, but his face was as clean as jade.
This is Wu Liang, the legitimate son of the Hou family.
Jiang Xunji was trembling all over, but she heard him say hoarsely: "Let's go."
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Few people know that Wu Liang of Shihou Mansion was the adopted son of the Wu family.
His romantic dandyism was his cover to protect his body. Because he was carrying a blood feud, he was at every step in the imperial city.
The only wrong step was to let go of the seventh aunt on the night when the Hou Mansion was destroyed.
Even later, when she felt pity and said she wanted to give him a new home, he left with her without hesitation.
Wu Liang and Jiang Xunji have been dependent on each other since then.
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The prince was about to choose his concubine, and the ladies from the aristocratic families heard that there was a skilled makeup artist in Yuanhua House, so they rushed to visit him.
This matter quickly spread to the palace, and Xunniang's name actually made the current queen personally invite her.
As soon as he entered the palace, on the day of the draft, the prince fell in love with Jiang Xunji at first sight, and regardless of it, he asked the emperor for a marriage.
Despite the red eyes of the family and the abyss of the East Palace, Jiang Xunji was not afraid.
Shenxiao Jiangque, deep in the red-walled courtyard, Wu Liang dragged her into the prince's bedroom, and when the belt on her waist was torn off, she really became timid.
"Wu Liang, what are you doing! I am your seventh aunt!!"
The lamp was dim, his pupils were as dark as water, he smiled wantonly and thinly, and the corners of his mouth were stained with fishy blood from his bite out of jealousy.
"If Qi Yiniang really wants to sit in the back seat, A Liang will personally give you a share of the dowry."
Purpose: Since ancient times, fame belongs to young people
