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In the late spring of the 18th year of Changkang's reign, Chang'an City was humid and sultry. The Jiang family was framed and the whole family was convicted. The men were beheaded and the women were exiled. On the day Jiang Mei left Beijing, only Huo Shian, a powerful eunuch who had not seen each other for a long time, came out of the city to see her off. Ten miles long pavilion, one pavilion after another, the two of them were silent all the way until they reached the last pavilion on the outskirts of Beijing.
"Our family thought that Miss Jiang would die of old age in the palace with our family." Huo Shi'an said in a flattering dress, with wind-covered sleeves, "It's a pity that you are not so lucky."
"When did it happen?" Jiang Meiping asked.
"What?"
"You fell in love with me, how did you do it?"
Huo Shi'an covered his lips and smiled, his brows expressive: "Little girl, don't talk nonsense. Our family is not considered men, so there is no one we like or dislike."
Jiang Mei let out a low voice and slowly boarded the prison car. Her moist murmur floated in the wind: "But I quite like you."
Later, the little girl died on the road to exile, but Huo Shian never forgot her until his death.
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When Huo Shian opened his eyes, he went back to when Jiang Mei was five years old.
Jiang Mei was lost in Wanchun Garden. He stepped forward hesitantly, only to see the soft girl crying and throwing herself into his arms.
His desolate life now has meaning.
The little girl running towards him on the autumn sun became the only bright color in his lonely life.
One day many years later, with the red candle swaying, Jiang Mei sat on the imperial concubine's couch.
In the dim light, he unbuttoned his clothes with trembling hands.
When it came to the last piece, Jiang Meichui turned off the light.
"You asked me if I was afraid. I will tell you today that I have never been afraid before, now or in the future."
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In the battle of Wushan, the fighting was in full swing.
Fu Shiwen was betrayed by his men and led the remaining troops to break out of the siege.
The cold armor reflected the cold light.
After drinking from Mapo, he took out a small blood-stained portrait under the dim moonlight.
The lieutenant threw the wine bottle at him: "Who is this?"
Fu Shiwen raised his head and took a sip of strong wine and smiled boldly:
"If I return to Beijing alive, I will snatch her back."
"Who is she?"
"Princess."
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"Copywriting 2"
In the previous life, Yun Qingxiu resisted the decree and refused to marry the vicious and cruel Yan King Fu Shiwen, so she married into the East Palace in red clothes like fire.
She didn't know that Fu Shiwen had also happily chosen her wedding dress.
After the marriage, the prince fell in love with Bai Yueguang, who was alone for half his life and died in depression.
And that sullen and taciturn man never married.
He broke into the East Palace on a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and raised the prince's chin with the tip of his sword: "Is this what you did to her?"
When she opened her eyes again, she returned to the day when she resisted the decree and refused to marry. Fu Shiwen blocked Yun Qingxiu in the alley, smiling but not smiling: "I advise you to give up. You were given to me by the emperor. Even if you die, you must be buried beside me."
Without saying a word, Yun Qingxiu walked up to him and kissed his lips.
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Concept: Love is a hand that wants to touch and then withdraws.
