[Text of this article] The little scumbag who ran away after flirting vs the little bandit who was abandoned and worked hard to become stronger
The little princess with a dark belly and hidden boss vs. The little general who is not delicate and weak and can easily overthrow him
There are two well-known figures in Beizhao.
The successful young general, Shen Guqiu; the vicious and violent little princess, An Xuanxi.
Everyone in the capital praised the former's glorious deeds, and everyone scolded the latter for his perverse behavior.
Until——
"The son of the minister was drunk and disrespectful to the little princess in his words."
The next day, the minister's son was put in a sack, dragged into a dark alley, and beaten.
"A scholar wrote a poem, insinuating the cruelty of the little princess."
The next day, the scholar was exposed for abandoning his wife and son and was driven out of the capital.
"The eminent monk said that the little princess is a disaster of a generation and will one day overthrow the imperial court."
The next day, the eminent monk's residence was burned down.
…
Slowly, such comments gradually disappeared in Beijing, and everyone began to speculate on who did it, but no one could give an answer.
In the dim hall, An Xianxi leaned against the head of the bed, hooked her fingers into Shen Guqiu's hair, and swept the tips of her hair across her neck, causing the person beneath her to tremble.
The corners of Shen Guqiu's eyes were reddish and misty, and he said with some embarrassment, "I helped you."
Hearing this, An Xianxi pointed her fingers and smiled even more.
His thin lips were close to the white and tender earlobes in front of him, he exhaled hot breath and said softly, "You are so good, what reward should I give you?"
"My little mountain bandit——"
Intention: Identity is not the barrier, thought is.
