Cousin, She Is Really Sick

[Updated at 8 o'clock every night~] [Pre-collection] "Evil Disciple" (I don't regret being your believer), "Chi Xing" (The Love of White and Black, Tiansheng vs. Bamboo Horse) Copywriting of this article↓ #The sane person loses control#The sober person sinks# #&# A distant cousin came to the Duke of Rongguo's house. It is said that on the first day of her arrival in Beijing, this cousin was blown down by a gust of wind at the gate of Duke Rongguo's mansion. She fell off the carriage and was injured on the spot. From then on, everyone knew that this new cousin was a weak and sick child. Cui Yun, the eldest son of the Duke of Guo, is dignified, upright, cool and self-possessed. He has always had "restraining oneself and restoring etiquette" engraved in his bones. But since the sickly cousin entered the palace, Crown Prince Cui stepped down step by step, frowning and bowing for this cousin. At first, he pityed her for being weak, so he just put his hands behind his hands and asked, "Cousin, are you feeling better?" Yu Zheng bit her lip, looked at him with tears in her eyes, and whispered: "Cousin, it hurts." Later, he held her in his arms and coaxed her softly: "Zhengzheng, don't be afraid. With my cousin here, no one can bully you." Yu Zheng snuggled into his arms and smiled softly: "As long as my cousin is here, I'm not afraid of anything." * Cui Yun always thought that he was his cousin's heaven, his cousin's earth, and his weak cousin's only support. Until one day, he saw with his own eyes that his cousin cut off a person's tongue and smiled sweetly: "I warned you, if you let me catch you talking bad about my cousin behind his back again, I will kill you and make fertilizer for my cousin." After this day, the flowers in the garden of the Duke's Mansion bloomed particularly brightly. And Cui Yun could no longer look directly at her. * Cui Yun thought that everything was just getting back on track. On that rainy night when they broke up, she jumped over the wall in the arms of another man and never looked back. Cui Yun thought that she just made a mistake, and he could just correct it. However, her soft-spoken 'cousin' fell asleep every night, and her every smile was like poison in the tarsal bones. * When he saw her again, Yu Zheng smiled sweetly and never called Cui Yun again. She spoke softly, with a careless smile on her lips: "Prince Cui." With just one sentence, Cui Yun's cold and dignified body was shattered into pieces. He grabbed her wrist, his red eyes filled with long-suppressed madness and depravity: "Cousin..." "Prince Cui, have you forgotten?" Her voice was as thin as a blade, "I'm not your cousin, I'm just a cruel liar." Holding her wrist bone, Cui Yun's fingers trembled slightly, and his voice was extremely hoarse: "Then... Lie to me again." [Commentary has been opened] First version of the copy: Screenshot taken on 2023/11/14 ====== Below is the advance payment~ [Copywriting of "Evil Disciple"] # regret to be your believer# Sword Master Fucang spent her whole life exterminating evil and protecting the Tao, and she was very bright and beautiful. The only stain in her life was that she accepted Huo Jin, a disciple of the Demon Cult, as her disciple. Huo Jin spent twenty years of stability with her in Taixu Pavilion. He has relatives, friends, rivals, and... A sweetheart who is taboo and cannot be spoken of. Until the god who predicted the resurgence of the demon sect died tragically. Huo Jin was wronged and was condemned by the whole world. But even if he narrowly escaped death, he would not fall into the devil's path. Huo Jin lived in wretchedness and finally reunited with that man. But at the moment when Huo Jin was most happy, he was pierced through the heart by her sword. Before his soul was wiped out, he widened his eyes in disbelief: "Master..." She looked at him indifferently, her cold eyelids half-draped, and her cool voice sounded like a sigh: "Evil disciple." * According to legend, Sword Master Fucang died in Taixu Pavilion ten years after he personally killed the evil disciples of the Demon Sect. Sixty years later, the demonic sect reappeared and the world was in chaos. Huo Jin concealed his identity as the Demon Lord and went to Xiuyun Mountain - Qiyu predicted that that person would be reincarnated here after becoming an immortal. * The Demon Lord named her Zhi Zhen. Zhizhen likes this name very much, but when the Demon Lord calls her name, her expression is always weird. Sometimes she looks indulgent and gentle, and sometimes she looks sinister. "Zhenming, come here." Zhixuan was a little afraid of him, but she didn't dare to disobey him. She approached timidly and pointed to the soft stool beside her: "Your Majesty, can you sit here..." "What do you think?" Huo Jin looked at her coldly, raised his finger and tapped his knee, "Come up." * Both good and evil knew that the demon lord Huo Jin had picked up a little girl. It is said that the little girl is the child of his enemy. The world sighed, the poor little girl was captured by the devil and would surely die of torture. But day after day, the little girl not only lived well, but she was also spotted riding on the Demon Lord's shoulders picking flowers. The enemy's daughter was rumored to be chattering endlessly, but the big devil remained silent, even acquiescing to her excessive requests one by one. Only at the end, the big devil bent down and took the little girl in his arms, his eyes full of piety and almost longing: "Then kiss Huo Jin." #Hatedesiretodie(×, cross out) #desire to live, to kiss and hold you high (√) ====== [Copywriting of "Chi Xing"] ## Fall vs Bamboo Horse# When Lu Zhaozhao was six years old, a boy moved next door. He stood at the door of the yard, holding an old bundle in his arms, as thin as a bamboo pole. Lu Zhaozhao lay on the wall and looked at him. "Hey, what's your name?" He raised his head and looked at her. "Jing Ci." "Brother Jingci!" She climbed over from the wall, "My name is Lu Zhaozhao. We will be neighbors from now on. You can come to my house for dinner." He looked at the hand she extended, but didn't hold it. The next day, he came. His adoptive mother wouldn't give him food, so he had no choice but to come over. There were many times. At first it was for food, and later it was for medicine, books, and a spot next to her on the roof to watch the moon. * When he was sixteen years old, he planted an apricot tree in the yard and said, "Zhao Zhao, when this tree blooms next year, and I have saved enough money, I will come and marry you." Lu Zhaozhao blushed, nodded, and said nothing. Later, the apricot trees did not wait to bloom. That autumn, a group of people broke into the yard late at night and took him away. He didn't even have time to climb over the wall or say a word to her. * Lu Zhaozhao has been looking for him for two years. Two years later, Lu Zhaozhao received his letter. Lu Zhaozhao hired a boat alone and went north along the canal to the capital. She rented a small courtyard in the south of the city. One day, a man lived next door. She didn't care. The capital was too big, and she was like a drowning person, unable to hold on to anything, including her childhood sweetheart. And the person next door is always a silent shadow. Until one night. She finished cooking the medicine and returned to the house. When she passed the courtyard wall, she heard a muffled sound coming from the next door. A few days later, she knocked on that door. The man stood inside the door, dressed in black and with a cold face. He glanced at her, his eyes without warmth. "Is something wrong?" "You're hurt." This is not a question. His eyes narrowed slightly. "It has nothing to do with you." … She went in anyway and helped him stop the bleeding. "What's your name?" He suddenly said. "Lu Zhaozhao." "Aren't you afraid of me?" "What are you afraid of?" "Bad guy." "... I have only seen good people." She said, "I have never seen what bad people look like." He glanced at her, a brief glance. Then he twitched the corner of his mouth. "Then you see it now." Intention: yearning for truth, goodness and beauty