Qingzhu boasts that she is not smart or outstanding, and even her appearance is just average. She is not willing to be beaten to death, even if her throat is mutilated by poison, and even if her fingernails are pulled out, she is not willing to be a dancer and then be beaten to death.
So she found Chen Hongqing. The snow was very cold that night. She only wore a thin gauze dress and knelt in the snow. She told Chen Hongqing that she was unwilling to give up. She prayed and longed. She said she could do it, yes.
Chen Hongqing finally came out. He was as cold as jade, hugging the stove, and finally shook his head and called him a fool.
Qingzhu didn't understand what this meant.
Until the guards lifted her up, with the heater in her hands, and staggered into the deep palace, from that moment on, she was just a chess piece, and she fell into the chessboard willingly.
It wasn't until a long time ago that she was respectfully called Concubine Ying, holding a blood-stained hairpin in her hand.
She asked, do you regret it?
He closed his eyes, and I entered the game willingly.
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1V1, uh, it's probably a sadistic story, it might be quite sweet.
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Mine clearing area: Their relationship is more than love, it is also love. It can only be said that for people at the bottom, their loved ones cannot be saved. She wants to live, he also wants to live, they just have different standpoints.
Conception:.