Xue Fuyun has temples and waist, and a face like a lotus. His father is a pavilion elder, his elder brother is the general of Zhengbei, and his elder sister is the empress.
Even his father's student, who married at the age of sixteen, is young, promising, handsome and unrestrained.
Everyone said that she had a good life, was cared for by her whole family, and had everything going smoothly.
Xue Fu thought so at first.
Until my sister was deposed and my father and brother were imprisoned.
As for her husband, Lu Xuan, not only was he not implicated, he was promoted step by step. He climbed to the top by stepping on his bones. In just a few short years, he became an extremely popular minister and achieved unlimited glory.
When she gave birth to a hemorrhagic collapse, there was no one at her bedside, and she couldn't even look at her child again before she breathed her last breath.
After watching the incident before death, it turns out that the love between a young couple is thinner than paper.
Xue Fuhuang realized that the first half of his life was indeed ridiculously stupid.
If there is an afterlife, she will definitely call this dog a man and everything he gains will be lost.
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When she opened her eyes again, she was the daughter of a ninth-grade official, and the world had forgotten her.
I wanted to plan for it slowly, but the cold palace empress suddenly fell seriously ill.
The night before entering the palace to meet her sister, Xue Fu placed a blessing lantern by the Dushui River.
Silhouettes of lanterns and blooming spring flowers at the right time.
The river water reflected the man's upright figure, and his whole body was deep and cold.
Just listen to his trembling voice at the end: "Raise your head."
Xue Fu Yingying bowed, pretending to be timid and asked: "Sir, can I take a leave of absence when I enter the palace draft tomorrow..."
Lu Xuan looked at her face, which looked exactly like his first wife, with a dazed expression.
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The Lu family, Lu Xuan, lost his father when he was young, married a wife when he was young, and lost his wife when he was older.
After Qianfan experienced everything, he became an extremely popular minister.
In the second half of my life, my official career should be smooth and smooth.
But he resolutely raised a knife and chopped off several of the emperor's fingers.
At the right time, Xue Fu stood in the shadow behind the screen in the sleeping hall, with an expressionless face.
But I heard the man put down his knife and whispered in a choked voice: "Afu..."
——You are nothing like her, but you are her everywhere. If this is the web you weave with your own hands, I am willing to perish.
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Purpose: live a good life
