Shen He was born extremely well, with orchids and jade trees, as gentle as jade, but he was despised by his family because he was frail and sickly since he was a child, and was riddled with serious illnesses.
One day, when he went out to wash dishes, he picked up a dying man by the lake.
The man has an outstanding appearance and is extremely handsome, but the only problem is——
The man's IQ is only three and a half years old.
It was difficult for him to survive and he was unable to take care of others, so he could only secretly stuff some money into him and let him fend for himself. But who would have expected that the other party would cling to him, calling him "brother" as sweet as a sugar bowl.
Shen He got lost, took the man home, and named him "Shen An"
At night, the man's hot body would hug him tightly for warmth, and the hot body temperature would be transferred to his body, like a hot stove.
I thought my life would go on like this, but one day, the man disappeared for no reason, and his family wanted to marry him off to a dandy from the county as a concubine. He was unable to resist, and was knocked unconscious and sent to the marriage bed.
I thought this humiliation was inevitable, but the moment the hijab was lifted, I saw an all-too-familiar face.
It was "Shen An" who left without saying goodbye.
The room was full of red candles swaying, and the candlelight reflected each other. Shen An was no longer as innocent as before, looking like a frightening mature man. He leaned closer, and the overwhelming scent of agarwood made Shen He shiver subconsciously. The next moment, a deep chuckle sounded in his ears: "I haven't seen you for a few days, why are you afraid of me, brother?"
Later, Shen He found out. This man whom he once thought was homeless was none other than the current dynasty—His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince.
She is delicate, frail, gentle, courteous, intelligent and responsible. She is an ignorant puppy in the early stage and attacked by green tea in the later stage.
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Pre-collection: "Jiangque"
At the age of eight, the ignorant Yan Qingque went from being the son of a sinful concubine to becoming the Nine-Five Supreme Being.
At that time, the political situation was turbulent, with wind and rain in all directions, and wolves around. All the ministers secretly discussed whether the young emperor would sit on the throne or not.
Until a handsome and handsome man walked up to the young emperor. His smile was evil and careless, showing no respect for a courtier.
He said casually: "Your Majesty, I am your imperial uncle and the regent of this country."
The little emperor looked at him fearfully and called out in a soft voice: "Hello, Uncle Emperor."
This call of uncle made He Lingyuan protect the little emperor for ten years.
The young emperor grew up into a handsome young man. The greenness in his eyebrows faded away, and he gradually acquired a somewhat imperial posture. Correspondingly, it was the secret feelings of young people that he fell in love with a girl.
That night, a quarrel broke out in the emperor's palace. The entire palace echoed with hysteria.
"I am nothing more than a puppet! Why does the emperor want to kill the woman I love!"
The young emperor's eyes were red, his whole body could not help but tremble, and tears rolled down his face.
After that night, the emperor ran away.
Rumor has it that on that day, the regent He Lingyuan massacred the entire palace, leaving corpses strewn everywhere, and blood all over the ground washed away by heavy rain for three days and three nights.
Yan Qingque left the palace and wanted to be a free bird, no longer willing to be controlled by others and become a puppet emperor.
He makes ordinary friends and does the most ordinary things.
I thought I could spend my whole life peacefully and worry-free
But one night, when it rained heavily, he returned to the inn where he was resting. A familiar gloomy face suddenly enlarged in front of his eyes, and the man was slowly approaching him, full of evil aura.
Yan Qingque's face turned pale and his whole body was trembling: "Emperor... Uncle."
He Lingyuan clenched the young emperor's jaw from a high position, and poured an unknown drug into him with a stern look on his face, but his tone was sweet and soft: "Your Majesty, since you don't want to be the emperor -"
The dense kisses fell all over the place. He turned his head away in shame and anger, and shed a stream of tears. The man held his waist high and whispered in a low voice, bewitching and dangerous: "I will give birth to one for you, okay?"
Ps: Gong is not a good person, not a good person, not a good person.
[Outline copywriting, wait until I think about how to change it to be more attractive (crying in my arms)]
Intention: Give someone a rose, and the fragrance will linger in your hands.
