The kind and loyal prince son Gong vs. The cold and aloof god doctor Shou
Gu Xichuan vs. Xiang Huaishu
Gu Xichuan had been the prince of Anyang for twenty years. He was incompetent in literary, military and military affairs. He learned the behavior of a playboy and drank and had fun every day.
Relying on his status as the crown prince and the favor of his elder brother, his life in the capital was extremely comfortable.
In such a beautiful day, he still felt bored and wanted to go to the north to watch the snow.
As everyone knows, this time I almost lost my life.
Fortunately, a miraculous doctor came to the rescue.
As the saying goes: If you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed later.
The prince felt that the little miracle doctor was his blessing.
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There is a rumor in the capital that the prince returned from an outing and brought back a very beautiful man, but he didn't even step out of the door for half a month.
There is no one who is not curious about what a handsome man looks like, so that he can be fascinated by the prince.
The most curious ones are undoubtedly the friends who played with the prince before.
Finally, the prince came out to meet with them again.
The fox friend joked: "Hey, isn't this the prince? Why are you willing to give up today? I won't accompany your little beauty."
The dog friend also quickly answered: "You come out to play, the little beauty is not allowed to get angry and make trouble with you."
Gu Xichuan immediately retorted: "It's just a face. I can do whatever I want. It's not his turn to care."
The words quickly reached the ears of the miracle doctor.
Gu Xichuan stood outside the door and knocked on the door: "Daughter-in-law, I was wrong. I just said it casually. Please open the door and let me in."
Xiang Huaishu: "I am just a commoner, not worthy of the prince."
Gu Xichuan was about to cry, but the miracle doctor wouldn't open the door. He could only climb in through the window in the dark in the middle of the night...
Welcome to collect the pre-collection of "Unfaithful to the King"
The second year of Guangyuan was Pei Yiran's most prosperous year. He transformed from a small official who was demoted to see the imperial mausoleum to the prince's young master.
The prince of the dynasty, Xue Yang, and his concubine died young, and the emperor was not happy about it. Fortunately, Pei Yiran protected him all the way, and he grew up safely.
Perhaps it was destiny that the eight sons seized the throne, but it was a dead end. No one could sit on the throne of the prince. Instead, the wild boy Xue Yang, who had never been involved in the court struggle, missed it.
When Xue Yang returned to Beijing and entered the East Palace, Pei Yiran was always by his side. He was worried about the children who had been with him since childhood, and he couldn't let go of his unfulfilled and realized ambitions.
He worked hard and diligently, and finally waited until Xue Yang sat on the throne of the emperor.
In the imperial study, Xue Yang was sitting on the dragon chair wearing a bright yellow dragon robe.
"Brother Yiran, I will give you the supreme power. Are you willing to fight side by side with me?"
He was extremely excited and answered without thinking: "I am willing to defend your majesty to the death."
Pei Yiran thought to himself, if it is stable, the vacant position of prime minister must be in his pocket.
He vowed to do something great to benefit the people all over the world.
He didn't notice at all that the little emperor looked at him as if he wanted to eat him alive.
Pei Yiran enjoyed all the glory and wealth in the palace by virtue of his status as the emperor's benefactor, but he could not wait for the imperial decree to take office.
Until one day, he found Xue Yang messing around with his portrait in his study. He stumbled and tried to escape, but broke into a room in a panic.
There is a strange piece of clothing placed in the middle of the house. Judging from the shape and specifications, it is a phoenix robe that can only be worn by a queen, but the size of the clothing is obviously made according to a man's figure...
His trembling retreat hit a thick shoulder.
A low and paranoid voice sounded in his ears: "Brother, do you like it?"
"Brother, this wind robe will look great on you..."
[Written on April 9th]
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