A cool, fierce, widowed woman general x a charming, scheming puppet emperor.
Amid the chaos of coastal warfare, the Northern Xiang Kingdom sent a female general to subdue its enemy.
People knew Pei Yuluan as the emperor-appointed General Who Pacifies the Sea, but not that she was originally an abandoned girl from the sea.
Clad in a crimson battle robe and wielding the Longyuan Sword, she cut down Japanese pirates before her horse.
The world praised her for her loyalty to her country, never realizing that she was actually seeking revenge for her husband, who had died a brutal death.
When she was eight, her ailing foster father sold her to a slave trader. After changing hands several times, she was finally sold to a general's household. The year she came of age, she married a general in his prime, only to be widowed less than a year after their wedding.
Barely had her husband died when the emperor took an interest in the young, beautiful widow. He claimed he was appointing her general in her husband's place, sending her to war on his behalf. In private, though, he kept summoning her to the palace under the pretext of discussing affairs of state, casting her flirtatious glances and hinting at his feelings.
Yuluan politely refused him. "Your Majesty is the ruler, and I am but a subject. We must not violate the proper relationship between sovereign and subject. Please conduct yourself with dignity."
The emperor wondered to himself: This young widow is actually a virtuous woman? But what am I supposed to do if I have fallen for her?
What should he do? Pursue her relentlessly. She runs, he chases, and she can't get away.
In countless midnight dreams, the emperor saw the woman in her crimson battle robe, covered in blood, gazing at him with a pitiable look.
He softly called her childhood nickname. "Yaoyao, come to my side. From now on, I will protect you."
The woman slipped off her bloodstained battle robe and untied the sash at her waist. With a languid, flirtatious smile, she said, "I'm afraid Your Majesty can't protect me."
Her flirtatious smile vanished in an instant. Her face changed abruptly. "We are both lonely souls adrift in this mortal world. How are we to get through this lonely night?"
The emperor was horrified. "Oh no, that wasn't her blood!"
[Reader's Guide]
An imaginary historical setting, very loosely based on history. Groveling redemption, happy ending, non-virgin heroine. Readers who require virgin characters, beware.
Theme: Women should be self-reliant
It's so annoying that these two male protagonists are surrounding the female protagonist like flies, making her strong and independent
There is an old man sitting inside the fence under the sunset. He often sits on the stone bench in the yard and waits for his wife to return home. He waited for several hours, until the night sky was filled with stars, and his wife came back holding a sword and covered with moonlight. The old man raised his eyes and called out: "Yaoyao, are you back? Come and help me scratch the itch on my back, my old bones are not flexible anymore." Yaoyao stepped forward and stretched out her hand to scratch his itch. "Here?" "No, a little below." "Is this here?" "No, no, no, go further down and closer to the front." Yaoyao's hand was about to reach into his kuchazi, but Jun Ruoyu kept pushing her down. Seeing that she was hesitant to continue, Jun Ruoyu smiled slyly and said, "There is your favorite thing in there." Really? Yaoyao smiled shyly, continued to dig down, and touched a long roll of something. The key thing is that she was able to take it out, spread it out and saw that it turned out to be a pre-collection - "Youdu Psychic (Double Life)" Copywriting: The arrogant, ruthless, ghost-catching female Taoist priest and young mistress of a wealthy family × the second generation of the wealthy second generation of the Republic of China, a scholarly and elegant Buddhist. In the previous life, You Fang was a descendant of the Shangqing sect and was proficient in Feng Shui metaphysics, exorcising corpses and summoning souls. However, due to a family marriage, he married from the land of Hunan and Chu to Peking and became the second young wife of a wealthy family. The couple had been married for two years, but there was no love at all. The husband was a coward, and he also had a stepmother and a vicious sister-in-law. The relationship between the sisters-in-law was not getting along well, and the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law was even more tense. Disheartened, she packed her bags and returned to her parents' home, but was shot dead on the way back, with blood splattered on the spot. In her next life, she wants to revitalize her ancestral legacy, build a career, fight against her concubine, and train her husband. She becomes the new leader of the Shangqing Sect and the most powerful ghost-catching female Taoist priest in the Republic of China. Didn't you expect that your weak and incompetent husband would actually start to protect his wife? In the previous life, the husband was afraid of his father and his stepmother, and was outmatched by his successful eldest brother; he was given medicine by the cruel and protective stepmother, and became a sick man. He had nothing to do all day long but studied calligraphy and painting; when his wife was bullied, he acted like a tortoise and dared not speak out in anger. In this life, her husband didn't know what provoked him, and he suddenly became angry. For her, he did not hesitate to fall out with his stepmother, and was even kicked out of the house by his father. In the winter in Peiping, heavy snow fell. Two thin figures stood under the eaves of the corridor. He untied his coat and held her in his arms. She asked doubtfully: "Don't you always hate me the most when I help people catch ghosts and summon souls? You also say that our Shangqing sect does all the work of Zhe Yangshou?" "I'm a sick man who can't live long. I'm not afraid of losing my life to you. It doesn't matter how big my family is. Not a single piece of steel belongs to me. I might as well accompany you to drive away the corpse. I'll go ahead and sound the gong to clear the way for you to lead the way." His warm nose touched You Feng's neck, making her face blush. You Ming lowered his eyebrows and was stunned for a long time. He raised his eyes to look at her husband who suddenly felt the love of husband and wife, and asked, "Why are you so nice to me all of a sudden?" His eyebrows were frivolous, and a sly smile flashed in his eyes, "What do you think?"
Author, please continue to work hard and don't give up. The initial stage of writing is like climbing a mountain. Your enthusiasm will be dampened by the data, but please believe that there will be wind blowing halfway up the mountain. Please also believe in the reality that the road you walk out step by step is reliable. Talent and luck only determine whether the starting point is high or low and whether the road is rugged. Hard work and persistence can send you to your ideal destination. Time is still long, you have enough days to explore, and you have enough subconscious desires to push you forward. Loneliness and loneliness are inevitable when writing, and helplessness is also common. However, no matter how small the fruit is, it still has all kinds of nutrients. If you add up, they can always help you grow. I am willing not to belittle myself and never give up easily. I wish you a happy life and good luck in every journey in the future. (It's already great to be able to sign a contract. Don't underestimate yourself. Come on)
Is the male protagonist the emperor in the writing?
Honey, don't write non-c next time. There seem to be a lot of readers who care about this now, although I don't know why they care so much. Come on, don't give up~
Although I know what's right and wrong, I'm curious about whether it's 1v1 or whether the male protagonist has a harem.
Congratulations on becoming V!!!!!!!
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I feel like this article will be longer than Feeding, so please update it soon
There's something else I haven't said yet. Take care of yourself, Mr. Code Zi. There are sheep everywhere now.