The Princess and the Jiaojiao Secret Guard

Complete text. [Friends who follow the update need to start reading from Chapter 57, it is all new content] Copywriting of this article: Guanxuan fought in the dark pavilion for seven whole years, and finally became the only secret guard around Zhao Rongzhang at the age of thirteen. At that time, Zhao Rongzhang was the most noble Princess Yingrong in the Zhou Dynasty. As long as she wants, she can get the best of everything in the world. She wanted a shadow that was the most obedient and useful, and would never be known to anyone else in the world, so the little mute Guanxuan, who was covered in blood in the dark pavilion and was dying, but could not even utter a weak groan of pain, walked up to her. Later, no matter whether the best things around her were lost or regained, in the ups and downs, only the little mute Guan Xuan was always the most loyal and silent figure behind her. He was so loyal that when she asked him to kneel down on the bed and let go of the curtains, he would just blink his bright, dark eyes, lower his head to bear the shame, and obey her instructions one by one. Zhao Rongzhang preferred to play with his pair of red ears exposed in the messy hair, while he chuckled and taught him: "Happy, happy. Do you know how?" So nonchalant. So careless, Guan Xuan thought in his heart that he must take back all the things that originally belonged to her for her. She must kill off all the disgusting maggots and ants that she hates and hates. He wanted his favor so that she could hear clearly even if she sat in the highest position in the world one day. Even if there is thousands of sounds, it cannot be drowned. Demining: 1. A tough BG person only loves BG writing. 2. The heroine is not a kind person, so be careful if you have high moral requirements for her. 3. She's not a big heroine, she's not a strong woman, she's a CP sweet cookie with huge emotional content. 4. The male protagonist's mute disease will get better in the later stages. Male control stays away from me. Also: There is a completed article on the same theme, "Spring Breeze Enters the Curtain", which can be seen by moving to the column. Copywriting of "Brother Hug": Brother drew a line in the dilapidated rental house, spread tattered cotton wool and tattered sheets on the floor, and he slept here from then on. My sister is almost nine years old. No matter how cold or afraid of the dark she is, she can no longer sleep with her brother. My sister still has nightmares every night, in which her adoptive parents are trapped in the black smoke and red flames of a car accident. She wakes up crying when the explosion sounds. My sister got out of bed in the dark and pressed herself against her brother's shoulder, close to him. Safe, reliable, and warm, my sister can finally fall asleep. The elder brother was still only thirteen years old, so he had no other choice but to hug his sister tightly. They were so close then. When I grow up, I make money, save money, and drink and socialize in the dark. Pay tuition for my sister, buy clothes and shoes, and give her a generous amount of living expenses. They have never slept together for a long time. My brother once scolded his sister over and over again when he opened the door to his room in the middle of the night. She couldn't sleep on him, not even through the quilt. Ten years have passed and my sister will no longer be like this. My sister seems to have someone she likes. A very sunny boy who loves to laugh. She took him home and gave him the food cooked by her brother. Those eyes that were always crying at my brother were smiling crookedly at him. I hid the calluses on my hands, but I couldn't hide the smell of oil smoke on my body. I showered and washed it over and over again, but it couldn't be washed away. My sister went home and opened the door. The room was dark, and my brother was dripping wet. He was sitting in the corner, shaking slightly. She stretched out her hand to touch it, and her face was wet. Brother cried and unbuttoned himself. Show off shamelessly and seduce clumsily. Finally, he grabbed the collar in pain, curled up, and hid. I can never ask for that sentence, don't let me go. The brother only has a sister. Even if there is everything, there is still nothing. Only sister. But he is my brother. *False bones, the male and female protagonists are not related by blood. After they both turned 18 and the relationship was dissolved, the family relationship deteriorated. ＊The copywriting looks a bit cruel but the text is actually 100% sweet^_^ *Brother is not a local dog, he is very capable of making money, and he raised his sister very well. The smell of cooking fumes comes from the fact that I love cooking for my sister so much. Even if I am rich, I will cook for my sister myself for the rest of my life. Purpose: Love life