Five years ago, the Lord of Dongling, who was appointed by fate, died. Song Guanxuan stood in the wind and snow with lowered eyebrows, coughed twice and gave orders, and was buried in a grand ceremony.
Five years later, Song Guanxuan was reborn.
Unexpectedly, he would be reborn as a five-year-old. At this time, he had just been awarded the title of national master, and everything would start over again.
Gao Chongjing? That's okay.
He was going to ask for a reading position next to Gao Chongjing, while watching his enemy cut off his wings.
Song Guanxuan looked at Gao Zhongjing, whose eyes were like stars, and who was dressed up, and fell into thinking. What did he say? He wants me to go back?
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Gao Chongjing succeeded to the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, but was ended by Song Guanxuan himself.
When they first met again, Song Guanxuan's features were gentle and thin.
If you want revenge, you can't do it.
Song Guanxuan's body could make him seriously ill if he blew a little wind or spoke harsh words. He was not in a hurry at all.
In a blink of an eye, Song Guanxuan moved directly into his palace.
When everyone in the palace treated Jingren harshly because of his high status and bad luck, only Song Guanxuan walked with him through the wide palace corridors and told him that we can protect him from the wind and rain.
He was a little reluctant to part with it. This hand is cold and needs to be heated with charcoal. If you don't want to eat or drink, you have to find a new cook.
Gao Chongjing: Are you talking about the past? That was my connection with him.
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Guanxuan of Song Dynasty accompanied him all the way, and all the things he suffered in his previous life were repaid.
One day, Song Guan was leaning in front of the window and looking at flowers. The cloak fell from his shoulders, and he brought up the old things again: "If your majesty is allowed to wear a cloak, what kind of treacherous ministers and traitors are you..."
Gao Chongjing carefully put the heater into his hand: "You have offended him, but you can't do it to me again."
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Gentle, soft-hearted, love brain attack x dark-hearted, innocent, sick beauty
1v1 HE
The infancy period is short and psychologically mature. No cute baby! No cute baby!
Imperfect attack and reception, growth type
Suffering from long-term illness
I drew the cover myself, just take a look.
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Before the Supreme Emperor died, Shen Fuyan became Daqi's puppet emperor.
This is Shen Fuyan's fourth rebirth. He has been fooled every time, but it's different. +
Someone taught him how to be a virtuous man, and then he died of exhaustion, illness, and haggardness and tried a strange medicine.
Someone took pity on him and took him away, pushing him into the chaos of war and replacing him with a feudal lord.
Someone helped him climb the hall and sent him as a hostage to suffer humiliation to help his sweetheart seize the throne.
Shen Fuyan adhered to the principle of gentleness, courtesy and frugality for three lifetimes. When he was alive, he became Bai Yueguang's shadow time and time again. After his death, he was still despised by everyone as a deposed king who could not even write an elegiac couplet.
In the fourth life, the gentle and thrifty Shen Fuyan died, and the world should become as crazy as he wanted.
This bed is too cold. I heard that the general is naturally hot, so I asked him to come over.
The general's eyes were about to burst, so he took off his armor and warmed his bed.
The beauty of this dancing girl is not as good as the Taifu's. Who allows him to hold the cup with his hands when he invites him to drink this wine?
Master Qing Leng had a thin cup in his mouth, and the wine was poured all over his lapel.
Just when he thought these people were going to start shouting nonsense again, the ears of the historian behind the curtain were red, and the eyes of the ministers below him were filled with soft light.
The general fought for him through life and death with passion, and he had all the power in the government and the public to ask him to live a long life. The noble and virtuous people thought of him crazily.
Shen Fuyan leaned on the throne: vulgarity cannot be tolerated, vulgarity cannot be tolerated.
Shen Fuyan had never experienced the supreme power and sincere loyalty in his previous lives, but he remembered someone named He Chaolan.
On the way back to the imperial court as a proton, it rained heavily and was muddy, and his bare feet were humiliated. The man took off his armor and knelt on the ground, asking him to step on his back and get into the car.
The rain was cold, the mud was cold, but my back felt hot under my feet.
Shen Fuyan smiled and found him.
Intention: Have hope
