Rough General VS Soft and Cute Coquettish Spirit
In Nanzhao Kingdom, on the summer solstice of the 24th year of Zhaohe, Ying Zhizhi suddenly died in the palace of Prince Xun. As the concubine of Prince Xun, her body rotted and smelled for three days before she had to be collected by Ying's family.
In the eighteenth year of Zhaohe, Ying Jiezhi was reborn in the second year after he and Chu Qingci made their engagement.
Ying Jiezhi waited for five years just to get to know her husband again.
In the 23rd year of Zhaohe, Chu Qing, the general of Zhenguo, returned to the court, relieved his important responsibilities, and married Ying Jiezhi, the youngest daughter of the Ying family. All the noble daughters of Nanzhao State who had or had not left the cabinet did not know whether to envy Ying Jiezhi or sympathize with Ying Jiezhi.
Not a few days after the wedding, a rumor spread in the Nanzhao Kingdom about the rough-and-tumble general doting on his bride. For a time, Ying Jiezhi became the woman envied by everyone, and the cold-blooded and decisive King Xun became a common man who was greedy for beauty.
The more ambitious people came to Prince Xun's Mansion one after another, just to seek the position of a concubine. They originally thought that among the gentle, elegant, and well-read poetry ladies in the city, someone would be able to capture Prince Xun. However, there were women everywhere at the gate of Prince Xun's Mansion, and they were all tied up and thrown out on the street.
Princess Xun suddenly became a shrew known to everyone in Nanzhao Kingdom.
In the twenty-fifth year of Zhaohe, the generals raised their troops, the palace in Nanzhao changed, and the palace of Prince Xun was full of joy and laughter, without any influence from the outside world.
"Qing Ci, do you protect this world or not?"
"Except for you, nothing else is important to me."
A deputy general in armor hurriedly came in at the door, shouting in panic: "Master, it's not good."
"What are you so worried about?"
"The Great Hu pulled up the banner and said..."
"What did you say?"
"Say... Take... The princess back to give birth to the child."
The man who was leaning and chatting and laughing was instantly furious, "I have to pick him."
Read the steering wheel:
1: double c, he
2: Sorry for the poor writing style.
3: A small sweet article, with a few shards of glass thrown away.
4: Most likely it won't be a long story.
Purpose: I want my family, my country, and the world.
