The Beautiful Concubine of Qing Dynasty, Lu Ziye

Chang Qi touched the head that was smashed by Hui Bin and curled her lips. Did she care so much about that man's favor? Then she snatched it away? The candle shadow flickered red, and Kangxi's cold voice came from the tent, "If you don't leave, why are you staying here?" Chang Qi was slightly stunned, oh, are you turning against each other and being ruthless? She got out of bed neatly, flipped up her long hair, and dressed in a charming and graceful manner. Kangxi raised his eyes slightly, his silent eyes full of darkness and fire. He doesn't like to be led away by sudden passion. He only loves the silent tenderness of supporting each other with his first wife Hesheli, and the others are just for him to escape. Coincidentally, Chang Qi thought the same way, how can one be sincere in dew and romance. When they met on the palace road, she turned around and left. When he came in the imperial garden, she immediately took refuge in the rockery. Uncharacteristically, he continued to summon luck. Yo, are you interested? She still keeps thinking about it. This is not a good thing. She has never thought about becoming a beloved concubine, so when will she become a mosquito blood? A cinnabar mole that doesn't want to be the blood of a mosquito is not a good red rose. Motto: Be strong, independent, and stay awake