Cen Zhao was born with a troublesome appearance, and because of his special status, he was hidden in a cold palace where he never saw the light of day since he was a child.
She was fed up with the sour, cold meals and the boring days that were repeated every day, and she always missed the red walls and green tiles outside.
Finally, an assassin hid in the cold palace, and Cen Zhao took advantage of the chaos and slipped out of the bedroom.
But I accidentally saw the leading man wearing white clothes and looking like a man of heaven with a clear breeze. I guess his official position and power are not low.
She accidentally stepped on the threshold and fell directly in front of the man.
The guards around her looked at her as if they were dead, but she weakly stretched out her cattails, with tears in her eyes.
"Sir, it hurts so much when I fall. Can you help me?"
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Song Ling covered the sky with his hands and eyes in court, and excluded dissidents outside. He was ruthless and cruel to everyone, and no one dared to rely on him.
But for such a person, there was a fairy-like little girl beside him.
When Song Ling was holding the cup, she dropped the stool, and the tea splashed all over the clothes of the people around her;
When Song Ling picked up his pen, she fell asleep and knocked over the calligraphy treasure worth thousands of gold;
Song Ling drew her sword and ran away, fearing that she would get a bad smell.
Every time he looked at Song Ling's cold eyes, Cen Zhao said weakly, "I wanted to please you at first. Do you believe it..."
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Cen Zhao never thought that she was a good person, and her attachment to Song Ling was just forced by the situation. If the right time came, she would find a better home.
Fortunately, not long after, the prince came to the throne and selected good girls from among the people.
Song Ling controlled the young emperor. On the surface, he chose concubines for the new emperor, but in fact, he arranged for his confidants to enter the palace. By chance, he saw a very familiar little portrait, and then he realized Cen Zhao's little thoughts.
"Where do you want to go?"
When Cen Zhao knew that the incident had been exposed, Ma Liu packed his bags and prepared to run away from home.
Song Ling blocked the road and raised his eyes, "I'm asking you, do you want to be on the table? On the carriage? In the bath?"
"Or on the spot?"
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***Advance copy of "The Concubine Is Not Acceptable" is as follows***
As the eldest son of the Song family, a century-old noble family, Song Qin was dignified and dignified, and his view of the mountains was like a piece of flawless white jade carefully crafted.
The only stain is that he pampered a beautiful concubine and made it known throughout the city.
But Ning Yuan knew that she had a low status and was dependent on others, so she was cautious in everything and never dared to cross the rules. She just wanted to have a stable place to live an ordinary life.
Until that day, she accidentally bumped into the princess who was visiting the mansion, and was slapped three times by the princess's maid. Song Qin stood alone a few feet away with his hands behind his back, coaxing the princess to calm down, "Since you and I are planning to get married, then these maids in the mansion are all at your disposal."
Ning Yuan saw the gate of the mansion clearly and began to make plans for herself silently.
Unexpectedly, the night before the princess came in, she turned over in her sleep and knocked off the candlestick beside the bed.
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Song Qin thought that he didn't like Ning Yuan, but it was just an excuse to block the marriage.
But as we have been together for a long time, every time I see the blur under her tearful eyes, all the troubles have an outlet to vent.
And when she was lying low and endured it again and again, no matter how softly she called out "Brother Qin", it always made him uncontrollably violent.
So Song Qin thought that Ning Yuan had been wronged about marrying a wife, and he could accommodate her more in the future.
But the fire that filled the sky drowned Miaoman's figure, and at that moment, Song Qin suddenly felt a piece missing from his heart.
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Song Qin never believed in ghosts and gods, but he really saw Ning Yuan, who was supposed to have died.
She was holding someone else's arm, calling that person "Brother Qing" with a smile, her voice was just like before when she couldn't bear to call herself.
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The rustling winter snow covered up the sound of the iron sheets clashing.
Under the dim light, Song Qin smiled lightly, but his eyes were dark, and the fingers on his neck continued to tighten.
Ning Yuan drank the medicine and became confused, while Song Qin whispered, as if to seduce:
"A Yuan, please recognize me again, who am I?"
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