Wantang

The emperor Pei Chengjue was young and ignorant of love. One day, he met Qiao Tang outside the palace. Qiao Tang was as handsome as Shun Hua and had a beautiful smile. He lost consciousness for a moment and summoned Qiao Tang into the palace. "I just want to talk to my sister." Qiao Tang, "..." To think that force is so innocent. * Qiao Tang had no interest in the emperor, but was forced to stay in the palace. The Queen Mother was not happy to learn that she had been married, and promised to let Pei Chengjue out of the palace when he got tired of her. In order to leave the palace as soon as possible, Qiao Tang deliberately got close to her. Pei Chengjue tried to love her with all his heart, saying with sincerity and sincerity, "I am happy with my sister. Does your sister like me?" Qiao Tang coaxed, "I like it." Seeing that Pei Chengjue was about to reach the crown, but he was still obsessed with her, she panicked. Did he say he was tired of her? Until one day Pei Chengjue heard Qiao Tang's voice outside the window, "When Your Majesty chooses a concubine, I will leave the palace, and I may return to Jizhou with your ex-husband." The ex-husband's voice was thoughtful, "It seems that Tangtang really doesn't like His Majesty." "If His Majesty hadn't asked me to enter the palace..." Pei Chengjue's eyes were red, and for the first time in his life, he felt the pain and hatred of being deceived and betrayed. In the candlelight of the deserted palace, Pei Chengjue was filled with jealousy. He grabbed his ex-husband's head and smashed it against the piano body, "Cousin, was it you who carried Concubine Hui with this ugly body in previous years?" For several days after that, Qiao Tang was confined in the palace. Pei Chengjue's once blazing eyes were cold and frightening, "Concubine Hui has a deep love for my cousin. This is unbearable. How can I save my cousin?" The extremely aggressive man was no longer an easy boy to coax. Qiao Tang swallowed the bitter fruit he had sown with his own hands and bit his lips tightly to remain silent. When the palace was discussing the selection of a concubine, Qiao Tang asked himself to leave the palace. Pei Chengjue's thin lips sneered, "Do you think I will keep a tired woman?" On the day of the concubine selection, the palace waited all day without seeing Pei Chengjue. Instead, he escaped from the carriage outside the palace. Pei Chengjue pressed Qiao Tang into his arms and begged her to give her a little love, "I didn't know what to do before, but from now on I will let my sister continue to lie, okay?" Reading Tips: In the early stage, she is sincere and fiery, in the later stage, she becomes a crazy and crazy emperor VS a gentle and sober beauty, the woman is not a man. The heroine is 20 years old at the beginning, and the hero is 18 years old. The hero will call the heroine sister, and the heroine has an ex-husband in her heart in the early stage. Preview of the next volume of "After Admitting My Wrong Savior" Sister Guanyin x Brother Killer Ling Shuo lived incognito for ten years, traveling around to kill traitors. On the first night in Beijing, he walked towards the down-and-out prince's mansion with a sword in hand for revenge. But he saw a woman standing in front of the gate of the Hou Mansion. When she caught a glimpse of him, her eyes lit up, and she greeted her gracefully without fear of the sword. The woman was dressed in plain clothes and had a beautiful face. She took the brand-new cloak handed by the maid with her bare hands, and her cheeks had light dimples, she was so beautiful and peaceful. "It's late at night, and my benefactor's clothes are thin, so I might as well put on my clothes before entering the house." The blade of the sword buzzed, as if it couldn't wait to slay the woman in front of him. Ling Shuo seemed to have seen the jade statue of Guanyin that accompanied him through the long night in the old temple. The long sword returned to its sheath quickly, Ling Shuo took the cloak with a calm expression, lowered his head to hide the light in his eyes. Forget it, such a kind-hearted Sister Guanyin is definitely not his enemy. As for when he became Sister Guanyin's benefactor, he can't remember. * Jiang Ling found his savior quite interesting. My benefactor was sixteen years old. He seemed to be a beautiful mountain spirit who had strayed into the secular world. He did not understand the rules of the secular world and liked to hold his sword and shout in a clear voice, "Sister." No matter how many calls there were, Jiang Ling answered them all. She was helpless and indulgent, thinking that since she was a lifesaver, she should be treated favorably. She ordered everyone in the Hou Mansion to respect the young man, but she also manipulated the young man in everything, even breaking the rules of the capital and letting the young man follow her, inseparable from her. Before she knew it, even if she was copying sutras at night and after taking a bath, the young man could grandly walk into her boudoir and sit next to her. The wet breath was approaching brightly. The young man seemed to be kneeling obediently by his legs, but the distance was so close that they could hear each other's breathing. His low voice was wrapped in strange feelings, "Sister." When the young man's strong arms came around him, Jiang Ling finally felt that something was wrong, and felt extremely regretful that the two of them were so close to each other. * Jiang Ling could no longer cope with Ling Shuo. During the day, the young man still had some restraint, but at night he pestered her obsessively, as if he would force himself into her tent late at night. The day Jiang Ling was no longer soft-hearted and decided to send Ling Shuo away, she received a letter from her father. After reading it, she couldn't help but be shocked. She actually recognized the wrong savior. Ling Shuo had no kindness to save her, and seemed to have a feud with the Hou Mansion. Now there was no reason to keep Ling Shuo. But before she could say anything, Ling Shuo disappeared. She found Ling Shuo in an old alley and saw with her own eyes that Ling Shuo skillfully wielded his sword and slit the throat of the Prince of Zhen Guo. Blood spurted out, and the powerful minister died just like that. Ling Shuo, however, seemed to have accidentally trampled an ant to death. He sheathed his sword carelessly, and the blood from the end of his brow twisted like a poisonous snake and slid down his cheek. He is still so beautiful, but he is no longer the mountain spirit in Jiang Ling's heart. Intention: Live a self-reliant and self-reliant life.