After Trashing the Commander

◎Playing with power and thinking, the commander of the Jin Yiwei x is soft on the outside and strong on the inside, and is seductive and scheming. ◎Reunion/Reunion after a long absence/Micro-investigation Wen Yi took over his mother's brothel, and the business was booming. She dutifully acted as the youngest madam in the capital, and privately took over her mother's duties as a spy for His Royal Highness. Occasionally, when I have free time, I also dream about the day when my mother's revenge is over and I can return to Jiangnan to retire. When I dream back at midnight, I can't help but think of that elegant young man in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. The young man's white t-shirt was fluttering, his back walked to the bridge, and his steps became faster and faster. Unable to catch up, she stamped her feet in hatred and shed tears of anxiety. Every time I turned around, I could bump into his arms. He brushed her calloused knuckles against her tear-stained cheeks and sighed helplessly. "Why are you so squeamish?" It's a pity that she turned around too decisively, leaving no room for him, and lost him in Jiangnan. —— On the night of the Lantern Festival during the Chinese New Year, the oiran from the Red Mansion got into trouble with his guests overnight. That night, the newly appointed commander of the Jinyiwei led his people to surround Zuihonglou. The sky was dimming, and the man, dressed in a crimson flying fish suit, came from the end of the sky. Wen Yi sat on the stage in the lobby and looked at Pei Chu with his face in his hands, his charming smile stiffened a bit. Seeing his men holding down the people in the building, watching the people in the building crying and shouting in chaos, watching his pair of black official boots step by step in front of him. "Long time no see, Miss Wen seems to have quite a lot of assets in the capital?" Wen Yi looked up. His dark eyes suddenly came closer, taking on a dangerous tone, but his tone was as low and caring as a whisper between lovers. "It turns out that it's not that the ambition is not in love, it's just that the ambition is not in me." The cold handle of his Xiuchun knife brushed against her forearm, and the coldness was just like the temperature of her heart. *The column "The Moon of Broken Branches" is finished and ready to be sold! Princess, please read the article and save it if you like it before leaving~ =============== The copy of the next book "Spring Branch Snow" is as follows, please collect it! ◎Tough and clear-headed lady x paranoid and lacking love, the commander of the royal guards ◎Robbery/Crematorium/Reunion/Heaven vs Bamboo Horse In the winter of the 25th year of Xuande's reign, all the people in Jiangge's hometown died overnight, after their home was confiscated and sent to prison. The jewel that the Jiang family kept in the boudoir fell into dust overnight, and everyone wanted to find it and enjoy it. That night, facing the heavy snow that had not been seen in ten years, Jiang Xun, the youngest daughter of the Jiang family, was carried from the Jiaofangsi into the backyard in a small sedan chair. From then on, she became an outsider whose identity could not be disclosed to outsiders. Shen, the eldest son of the Duke of Zhenguo who redeemed her life, was both her fiancé's sworn enemy and the sweetheart she had secretly admired for many years. Shen Shizi was dignified and aloof, and everyone in the capital was afraid of her. Only she could not forget the snowy plum he broke off for her when she first returned to the capital. However, the absurd behavior of Prince Qinggui is not the popular story about the love of a man and his concubine. Jiang Xun knew that she was just an object for him to show off to others. Gentle thoughts and tender words are all spur-of-the-moment coaxing, and she doesn't want to indulge in this false friendship. Finally one day, she decided to leave with the ironclad evidence that the Jiang family had been framed. She wanted to break her dream of mirrors and flowers with her own hands, but on the eve of leaving, she heard the person next to her pillow tugging at the hem of her clothes and whispering. "Yingying..." The names he called out were all his nicknames that he had never told him. [Male version copywriting] On the night of the Yuan Dynasty, Jinwu couldn't help but see the woman beside the peach branches and spring water smiling brightly, with peach pink jade earrings circling on the tips of her bright white ears. The pearl hairpin on the beauty's bun looks like a hairpin of snow falling on her black hair. For the second time in his life, Shen Que, in addition to being the heir apparent, had the idea that he was bound to win. The woman's figure was hidden deep in the light, and the man beside her smiled gently and adjusted her hood. Beautiful and talented people, a truly well-matched couple. Shen Que lazily glanced at the man's face and evoked a playful smile. He stepped on blood to climb to a high place, but in the end he still had to be stepped on by the world. He was not as upright and honest as the eldest son of the Duke of Song Dynasty who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. In this case, what he wants, no matter how unclean the means, will definitely be taken away one by one. ——"It's just that the spring branches reflected the snow that year, and the facial features were misleading." Mission: Trust and firm love have the power to heal people's hearts