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Lu Zhi followed the young Fang Gang on a three-month tour of the south, hoping to become a new emperor. One day, he was accidentally assassinated while traveling alone. Even his martial arts skills could not withstand the siege of dead soldiers, so he had no choice but to take shelter in the school. The room in the school was dimly lit, but a famous local gentleman was still working on the case.
By chance, I worshiped him as my teacher to temporarily seek safety.
But as we get along more and more, I gradually uncontrollably place my gaze on my husband's neck, wrists, behind the ears, etc. When I'm lost in thought, I want to reach out and touch him. However, my husband seems indulgent and rigid at the same time. He seems to be distant and refuses to show kindness. Lu Zhi always believed that her husband had a simple mind, but at some point she saw something else in her unintentional exchange of glances with her husband.
But no matter what, he has to take people back.
From the perspective of the husband: He, Li Heqing, has been a man for nearly thirty years and a husband for the past ten years. He has no expectations for what happened back then. How could he ever think that God seemed to want to forgive him and sent a powerful minister to help him and help him regain his dream. Such a cold, formidable, and powerful regent disrupted his life, but at the same time fulfilled his long-cherished wish.
A powerful man who thinks he is buying and selling by force is actually a man who manipulates powerful men into the palm of his hand, Mr. Diao
Intention: It's never too late to start