The Bright Moon Shines on Kyushu

"Bai Yueguang Pretending to Be a Tyrant" will be released this year #I was discovered by the prince while I was disguised as a man, and he took it off by force# [A woman disguises herself as a man, the cold prince vs. Robs the crazy prince] The prince of Zhennan, Fu Guixi, is walking on thin ice and guarding a secret. She is actually the prince's biological sister, and she volunteered to disguise herself as a man and take the place of her long-lost brother and go to Beijing as a hostage. Fu Guixi was cautious in the palace, but unexpectedly someone saw through his disguise. In the dark back room, the current prince Pei Jing grabbed Fu Guixi's neck, his eyes darkened and his voice was hoarse. "As long as you are obedient, your secrets will be safe in Zhennan Palace." Fu Guixi was forced to compromise and did not dare to show the slightest complaint despite Pei Jing's efforts. After that night, there were rumors that the prince had a close relationship with the prince of Zhennan. The two held candles and talked day and night, sleeping together. Gradually, Pei Jing became more and more aggressive. She was asked to move into the East Palace and was not allowed to show her true colors. What was even more outrageous was that she was ordered to put on women's clothing and deliberately rub her ears and temples in front of her former friends. Fu Guixi was nervous and embarrassed. She rejected him coldly, but her waist tightened. The moon was high in the sky, and she was unconscious when she heard Pei Jing whisper in her ear: "You are mine, how could I bear to let them recognize you." Fu Guixi had tears in her eyes and secretly scolded Pei Jing for being shameless. * One day, my brother was found and everything got back on track. Fu Guixi made a plan to escape Pei Jing, and immediately got engaged to his daughter after her death. On the wedding day, Pei Jing and thousands of people gathered at the door to steal the bride. He had a sullen face, stared at Fu Guiyi with sinister eyes, and raised his long bow to aim at the groom's head. Fu Guixi asked him: "Your Highness, why are you embarrassing my husband?" The bow string in Pei Jing's hand and the string in her head suddenly broke. Her eyes were red and she repeated: "Your husband?" Every word is bloody, every sentence is penetrating to the bone. The two looked at each other from a distance, and Fu Guixi smiled and invited him in for a glass of wedding wine. She smiled beautifully, looking forward to her appearance, as if she were meeting her for the first time. * It snowed heavily that year, and Pei Jing stood alone on the railing on a tall building and had a startling glimpse. The hostages hiding in the snow under the eaves of the palace all had sad faces, but there was only one person with starry eyes and bright teeth, and a smile as bright as a flower. The young man was leaning out half of his body and reaching out to catch the falling snowflakes. Pei Jinghan's eyes moved slightly, and his heart seemed to melt with the snow on the young man's fingertips. He wanted to keep this smile to himself, no matter what method he used. Reading Guide 1. The heroine loses her horse at the beginning, and only the hero knows it. 2. Ancient style of robbery + chasing wife in the crematorium, HE does not change the male protagonist, SC, don't click on this if you don't like it. 3. It's not a mindless sweet article (very important), it's not a stupid and soft beauty, so be careful! ! ! 4. The modern extras were dropped in the comments later, but dw did not. Thank you for supporting the genuine version! ———— The completion of the same type of novel "Emperor's Sleeping Beauty" [The main text is completed, Chapter 21 begins the robbery, the dark and sick prince vs. The forbearing and intelligent beauty] The prince Zhao Mingfei was deposed, so he naturally had no good impressions of his wife who was forced to make up for his misfortune. But Jiang Niantang loved him wholeheartedly, secretly watched him practice swordsmanship, managed the cold palace for him, and sewed clothes for him day and night. Whenever she looked at him, her eyes reflected the stars in the sky. Zhao Mingfei was disdainful in his heart, but said gently: "Our engagement doesn't count, you don't have to do this." Jiang Niantang's bright eyes dimmed instantly. Yet she was still willing to accompany him to death. Zhao Mingfei had clear rewards and punishments, and he rewarded her for learning painting from him. He lowered his eyes and stared at his wife who was painting seriously, and his heart felt as if he had been brushed by the tip of the pen. She likes to draw him and says she likes to see him smile. Until the night of the ceremony, she lay in his arms and shouted another man's name. Zhao Mingfei's gentle face suddenly turned sinister and terrifying. It turns out the person she drew was not him. And the way he smiled looked most like her sweetheart. In the dark cell, Zhao Mingfei pushed Jiang Niantang into the corner. On the ground not far away, the sweetheart lying on the ground who had come back from the dead was dying. Jiang Niantang called him a madman and a devil. When Zhao Mingfei heard this, he kissed her trembling and cold lips nonchalantly, his tone was particularly calm. "Now, can you tell the difference between him and me?" * Jiang Niantang always thought that Zhao Mingfei was a brilliant gentleman. Although he was deposed and imprisoned, he did not feel sorry for himself. He was also considerate and caring towards her, and was polite in his advances and retreats. It wasn't until he trapped her in the hibiscus tent and grabbed her hand again and again that Jiang Niantang realized that he had provoked a terrible madman. With his cold fingertips parting her wet temple hair, Zhao Mingfei forced her to tell every detail of her relationship with her sweetheart. "Has he kissed you?" "Can he make you cry like this?" He glanced at her flushed face with cold eyes, and his watery eyes evoked a mocking smile. "It seems that your love for him is nothing more than that." Small Theater Jiang Niantang's sweetheart returned home with great military exploits. On the day the army entered the capital, the emperor and empress stepped onto the city gate to greet them. Jiang Niantang and his sweetheart looked at each other across the high wall, wanting to talk but giving up. Zhao Mingfei looked on with cold eyes, reaching out to pick up the broken hair that fell from his wife's ears casually. He thought with an expressionless face that they were childhood sweethearts and sweethearts. If they got married, they would definitely be a couple that everyone would envy. But there are no ifs in things in this world. She is already his wife. She lives in the same quilt and dies in the same cave. There is no other way. Intention: Let go of the past and not be trapped in your heart