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The new little emperor Wu Huaisheng encountered a little trouble.
She had a powerful minister under her, Xun Fuxin, the Marquis of Huailie. He was entrusted with a solitary imperial edict internally, and supported by military power externally. This was one of them.
Huairie Hou was pure and pure, neither greedy for money nor fame. The second is that ministers who cannot see through their selfish motives are the most difficult to control.
One night, Wu Huaisheng was holding a powerful minister in his arms who was worried. Suddenly he couldn't hold it back and kissed him by mistake.
... This is the third one.
Marquis Huailie went through three dynasties, praying for the people, turning his hands into clouds, and turning his hands into rain.
But he is good at pursuing the country, but he is useless at pursuing his own life.
Wu: As the ancients said, if the king wants his ministers to die, the ministers will have to die. I want you to live now.
Xun: ... I'll think about it.
Wu: I am very pleased with you.
Xun: ... Think about it again.
Since ancient times, many people have suffered bad lives. The annals of history are littered with wild thorns.
The blood on the hands of the ruler of the world, who knew it was the blood of an old friend.
The mandarin ducks chase the moon and the eagle chases the sun. From then on, deceit and conspiracy become a dream.
It's a pleasure to meet each other, but I regret that it was too late.
Pull off a page of history, have a great dream, and make that wedding dress.
Friendly warning: an imaginary world view, a slow-burning emotional line, a group portrait, and a very important flashback. This is a work of practicing penmanship, please read with caution.
Purpose: May all lovers in the world get married eventually
