*Pre-collection of "Duozhao" # Zhaozhao is louder, but people will hear him #, the copy is the lowest
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[Sweet and soft-hearted little green plum vs. The flower of the high mountain with a warm and moist appearance, but in fact it is really crazy to be successful every step of the way]
Si Xingheng broke his brain when he was young and became a target of bullying by the ladies in the capital.
She meekly begged for a living in the Marquis' Mansion until her mother came back from a great victory and entrusted her to the young man next door who had great military exploits.
She often brings her favorite pastries to watch Huo Qi ride horses and practice swordplay.
Rumors about childhood sweethearts spread more and more, and she smashed them with her own hands:
"Brother Qi is good to me, and I am good to him. Why do we have to get married?"
Unexpectedly, her mother passed away and her family members were massacred. She reluctantly lowered herself to the dust, and her concubine kicked her to the bottom of the lake.
What makes her sad is that Huo Qi hasn't had time to taste the new medicinal diet she made recently.
When she opened her eyes again, she was back to when she was fourteen years old.
She looked at the mansion filled with storms, and this time she hid behind Huo Qi, who was always graceful and graceful.
There was a crisp sound of "pop".
She gave a resounding slap to all those who bullied her.
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Huo Qi is a heroic general in the hearts of the world, wearing bright clothes and angry horses, but he uses the most complicated means to set a trap that spans several years.
He tried his best to stay by her side, hiding his surging love under his cold appearance.
"She's still young, so she's not in a hurry."
Until she put on a wedding dress and married someone else for some trivial matter that he could solve with just a snap of his fingers.
Only then did he realize that for so many years, he was just a kind-hearted brother next door.
In desperation, he had no choice but to wear red clothes, quietly slaughter her wedding banquet, and take advantage of the auspicious moment to lift her hijab.
"I can give you whatever Ah Heng wants."
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Huo Qi taught his little beast some clever tricks so that he wouldn't be bullied into tears every time.
But I don't know when it started. She could always see through his thoughts, and she would always do some cruel and cruel things with a delicate and aggrieved look.
Huo Qi thought that his Ah Heng had been raised by him to be a wolf in sheep's clothing.
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Reading guide:
1. Sc, he, 1v1, there is no doubt that there will be no bloodshed, sweet pet, two-way firm choice
2. The heroine is not stupid! ! She pretended! !
3. It's really crazy for the male protagonist to carry the female protagonist behind her back. The three views are designed for the female protagonist.
4. I just wrote a novel based on my favorite historical figures, not biographies of them. I am not worthy of it. There is no need to keep saying that I go against history. If you can't stand fictional novels, I will give you a guide: Sima Qian's "Historical Records", I guarantee your satisfaction.
***Advance copy of "Duozhao" is as follows***
sc/he/1v1
# Zhao Zhao is louder, but people will hear you#
As the emperor's younger brother, Song Ling had been wreaking havoc on the imperial court for more than ten years. He had placed the emperor's brother under house arrest and committed heinous crimes. In the end, he died at the hands of the current queen.
Cen Zhao plunged the extremely sharp short blade into Song Ling's chest, turned the handle of the blade to torture deliberately, and watched with his own eyes as the life in his eyes disappeared.
Unexpectedly, Cen Zhaosheng returned to the day when he first entered the palace and married the emperor.
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She decided to change her way of life. If she didn't become a queen, she wouldn't know the man-eating devil.
The palace was still as brightly lit as in the previous life, with red silk covering everything as far as the eye could see. Cen Zhao lifted his hijab and dressed up like a palace maid.
But who would have expected that when he opened the palace door, everything he could see was bones and blood, screams and wailing, and the sound of light and heavy footsteps getting closer.
She lowered her eyes in panic, but her chin was lifted by a dagger.
The tip of the knife was almost embedded in her neck, and the person holding the knife glanced at her casually, with blood on his lips, and smiled angrily.
"You're welcome, little queen."
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The Holy Master was often in poor health. Song Ling built a large number of prisons, excluded dissidents, and was cruel to everyone beyond life and death. However, such a person personally performed the hairdressing ceremony for the little queen.
On the day of the birthday banquet, all officials gathered. Song Ling pulled Cen Zhao to a dark place and pressed him firmly on the dragon chair. His slender fingers went down from the waist and his voice was hoarse.
"Sister-in-law calls again, and the emperor will hear you."
Intention: Love that goes both ways will always bear fruit
