Female Hostage

Proton Code No. 1: Don't let the prince of the enemy country touch your pulse. When Xiao Chengyan held my wrist, the lamp in the Buddhist hall was blown out by the wind. The most sinister "puppet" prince of Beiyan put his fingertips against my wrist veins and suddenly chuckled: "The bones of Prince Xie are very similar to my Nanliang fiancée who 'died' of illness." I grabbed his jaw with my backhand and said, "Your Highness's delusions are getting worse." Later, he bloodbathed Daliang Palace and opened my clothes with his sword, but the scabbard gently held my fallen jade belt, "It's still too late to escape now." I hooked his blood-stained skirt and got closer: "Is it okay to run away to His Highness's pillow?" All civil and military officials in the dynasty laughed at me for being an abandoned son of Nanliang. They didn't know that I was taking advantage of my party's ambition to compete for the throne, selling court news, attracting clients, amassing money wantonly, and corrupting court officials. By the time I was discovered, the Beiyan Building would collapse, and it was too late. Until the Nanliang cavalry came to the border, I tore open my blood-stained men's clothing and set it up on the boundary monument between the two countries. Behind me was the Beiyan cabinet that I had ruined, and in front of me was the home country's hundred thousand arrow array, but the princes of Beiyan opened their arms to me at the same time, "Xie Jiutang, don't make trouble, come back to me." "That year, I stepped into the abyss with the secret of my daughter's body, but I never thought that the abyss would surrender for me." [Male protagonist's perspective] "The night before she was to be beheaded by her father, my sword became rusty for the first time." Everyone in the world knows that I, Xiao Chengyan, am the sharpest knife in Beiyan. Kill the traitors, pacify the border chaos, and imprison the protons. But no one knows that the first stroke I taught her to write was the word "kill"; The shackles placed on her were wrapped in silk; Even the cup of "poisonous wine" was mixed with seven parts honey. Later, the fifth brother imprisoned her, "Xiao Chengyan, I didn't expect you also have a weakness." I laughed and burned down his mansion. She was never my weakness, but the oar that got me through hell. Until the Nanliang Palace was bloodbathed by me, I asked the question that had been hidden in my heart for a long time, "Xie Jiutang, in the back alley of Taiyuan University, was your favoritism towards me sincere?" But she stabbed the dagger into my unhealed old wound with her backhand: "Has Your Highness ever heard of 'reverse blade to pierce the heart'?" [Xiao Chengyan's Code] Knowing that she is a poison-quenching flower, I still want to break it and keep it in my heart. The eagle that was raised by one's own hands pecked its eyes, and then the sky was made into a cage. If she is going to fall into hell in the end, she will trade a hundred years of infamy in exchange for her everlasting innocence. [Male Second Perspective] "Xie Jiutang, you see clearly that I, Xiao Chengxu, have never been anyone's shadow!" I dance with the most elegant sword, wear the most gorgeous clothes, and read the most explicit poems. They all laughed at me for being a dandy, until she found out that I was deliberately imitating her brother's handwriting; Practice Xie's marksmanship from 9 to 5; His shoulder also bore the same scar as his brother's. "You just rely on your similarity to Xie Qian." She sneered and crushed the rouge I gave her. I grabbed her wrist and pressed her under the beautiful candlelight: "Even if you are looking at the bones in the coffin through me every time you call my name, I will be happy to do so." Xiao Chengxu Paradox He carved the substitute's lock with his own hands, but trapped himself in a cage. Ninety-nine fake assassinations were used to exchange her for one genuine panic. If love is destined to be a knife that pierces the intestines, I will swallow it with my heart's blood. Reading Guide Machiavellian Werewolf: The heroine controls the whole process, Every male protagonist has eight hundred thoughts, The emotional line is extremely stretched, and the power line is brain-burning and careful to enter. Copywriting 2 I witnessed that the injustice in this world was just a tacit game played by the powerful. They put the ink pen of condemnation into my hands and asked me to draw white lotus in the mud. When I refused, they put me in the shackles of etiquette and made me stand in the torrential rain of the power field and be poured into it. Later, I met a man who dragged his clay sculpture body and held an umbrella for me in the rain. He said to me: "We don't have to be clean, but we need to help each other clear our bones." [Male protagonist's perspective] I am a powerful person criticized by the common people, and I am also a prisoner struggling in the torrent of power. I was born in the imperial city, but I was "killed" by the imperial power. Carrying a soul that could not be transcended, I became a half-ghost who could not go to hell, so I cut out my eyes to make lamps and broke my bones to make a boat, trying to carve out a way out of the punishment of heaven... Halfway through, I met a Baitang tree rooted in the sins of the world. I hugged her branches greedily, trying to wipe away the dirt on my body with its white petals. I selfishly wanted to drag this pure white tree into hell. When he looked up again, he found that he had already been carried to the other side by her. Wedge: At the mouth of the Yongding River in the State of Chu, there was a three-foot-long bronze tripod set in the sand. The belly of the tripod was as mottled as a hundred-neck robe. If you look closely, there are densely packed inscriptions on it. According to fishermen's rumors, it was originally the Book of Questioning Heaven written by Xie Shi, the protégé of Nanliang, who was drunkenly writing it on the rocks day and night during the separatist rule of the princes a hundred years ago. The text is as follows: When this cauldron was cast, the river had swallowed up thirty thousand bones, and the golden luan was still singing songs of peace. Those who kneel down see dragon scales, those who stand see shackles. The hungry child has Guanyin soil in his belly, but there is no state or county to provide relief food. The pen tip of the historian is ink on the stage, and the history of history is inlaid with the nobleman's fur. You say that the king's power is given by heaven, why not observe the morning and evening line? When the sun rises, the plowmen are as stooped as shrimps; when the moon sets, wine and meat are piled high on candles. You call etiquette, law, ethics, look at this: The books of sages are wrapped in human and animal sacrifices, and the pillars of the bright hall are filled with the souls of ants. I leave three questions hanging in the starfield: I asked Jixia Hanlin Library whether there were copies of the names of Guizhou chiefs? Secondly, I asked about the portraits of the heroes on the Lingyan Pavilion. Who remembers the builder of the pavilion? Three Questions and Twenty-Four Histories of Emperors. How many lines mention Huanyiniang? Anyone who is said to be a lonely person should see the tripod as if he saw a mirror. In the mirror of history, there are no gods or Buddhas, only unkempt people. If those who hold power in future generations make old farmers sell their children to change their crops, embroiderers exchange clothes for medicine, and scholars break their bones to gain fame, Then this cauldron will burst out of the earth, and your crown will be broken into pieces to make a plow! In the spring of the 16th year of Yongzhao's reign, Xie gave the Cangsheng Ding a gift. Where is this tripod now? Gentlemen, look at the ground beneath your feet, and you can still hear mournful cries. Mission: Everyone is equal