The General Has a Plan for Me

The new article "Bend for Her" - Marry first, love later + bow to the one in power, has been published, and the details are at the bottom. [Copywriting of this article: The affectionate and sinister general vs. The pretty and charming little lady] Song Zhiyun gained a noble husband because of the emperor's random reading of the mandarin duck book. My husband's surname is Huo Mingzheng. As his name suggests, he is an iron-clad general of the Qi Dynasty. He uses his name to stop children from crying at night time and time again. He is known as the "Iron-Faced Yama". I thought I would have to endure a lot of hardships after getting married, but I didn't know it would be a lot more comfortable than being at home. "Madam, hibiscus cake is very sweet, want to try it?" "My wife is married to me, Mingzheng. Of course I can't be wronged." "If Madam is dissatisfied, I will change it." This marriage and this husband seem to be good, right? * Huo Zheng had been plotting against Song Zhiyun for a long time. Ten years ago, he was frail and the target of bullying by others. It was she who appeared in time to break the long night with a glimmer of light. Ten years later, he exchanged his military exploits for a marriage certificate, but she had forgotten all about that past. It doesn't matter, just start over. He remembered everything about her; He fulfilled all her requests; He understood all her thoughts. ——Use stillness to stop and try to catch. Sure enough, the fish took the bait. Small Theater Song Zhiyun has been very distressed recently. After nearly half a year of marriage, Huo Zheng and her had been living in separate rooms, and he never mentioned moving back from the study. Suspecting that he had something to hide, he secretly asked someone to look for famous doctors. Unexpectedly, he was caught red-handed. The bed curtains floated, the red candles swayed, and his low and teasing laughter lingered in my ears: "I have already thought of the names of the children. The boy will be called Chang Ce, and the girl will be called Qian Xing. What do you think, madam?" 1. It has the same story background as the column "My Lady Cannot Escape", but the style is very different. 2.1V1 he, the love line is guaranteed to be sweet! —————————— "Bend for her" [Tough beauty x surly powerful minister] The thing Wei Linlang regretted most in her life was drinking that glass of shady wine at her cousin's birthday party and getting involved with the powerful minister Rong Ke. After that, Rong Ke came proudly and threw down a stack of banknotes in front of everyone: "Compensation for your house." She endured the humiliation and stepped forward, weeping every word, and confronted him in court: "Some things cannot be solved with money." As she wished, he allowed her to enter the prince's mansion, but as a concubine. She was unwilling to give up, and she was always attentive and vying to be the queen. And he had given her enough embarrassment: the clothes she touched had to be thrown away, the floor she stepped on felt bad, and even calling her by her name felt like a derogation. After several attempts, she became disheartened, stopped forcing herself, and just wanted to hang out in the Hou Mansion. Anyway, the Hou family has a great cause and cannot be short-changed by her. * Rong Ke was tired of Wei Linlang, especially the vague fragrance on her body. The original absurdity was partly due to the obscene means, and partly due to the loss of wisdom due to the fragrance. He hated feeling out of control. Therefore, she was ignored everywhere. Until that day, his confidant carefully hoped to relay her talk in the courtyard to him—— "Mrs. Hou, I don't care about you anymore." As soon as he finished speaking, the memorial with the cinnabar seal was thrown away. He finally lost control. That night, he pushed the person into the warm tent with very brutal force: "Didn't you say you want to be Mrs. Hou?" Later, his joking voice rose and fell in the swaying green gauze: "Are you playing hard to get? You win." Intention: love each other