Pillow Seat

[Wen Run Crazy Crown Prince] * [Sweet, soft and smart intercourse]'s violent robbery/chasing his wife and the bloody stew in the crematorium! Outsiders all say that the Crown Prince Cui Yan's wife was as painful as a jewel. But after following Cui Yan for three years, Yun Lan knew very well that she was just like the warm inkstone on his desk where the cat played with butterflies. She was an object for the young master to play with in his spare time. She had to polish herself little by little into the look he liked before she could barely be considered a satisfactory plaything. Yun Lan knew that she was of low status. Even if she learned that he was going to marry a wife, she just wanted to rely on his compassion and live quietly in a corner. Until that day, he spoke solemnly to the doting princess, "Since we are going to get married, I will naturally clean up everything as you wish." Yunlan rubbed her bruised and purple knees, unwilling to deceive herself anymore. He silently returned to his room and began to count the coins. Trapped in this high-walled compound, walking on thin ice all your life? Never mind. Time flies by, so it's better for her to make plans in advance. ​-​ Cui Yan doesn't like losing control. Outside, he is the gentle prince of the country, and the most talented and handsome Tan Hua Lang. Privately, her hobbies were strange: her smile was sweet, but her tearful almond-shaped eyes made him more interested. Cui Yan admitted that he was not attracted to her. He just likes her soft and well-behaved temperament, her obedience in the bed tent, and her soft "Ah Yan" when her love is strong. Her heart and eyes were full of him, and she was cautious and well-behaved. It's very suitable to be a concubine. Sure enough, when she learned that he wanted to marry a wife, she was uneasy but agreed obediently. Cui Yan thought, no matter how low his status is, he can just make plans for her in the future. But, there is no going back. When he returned from an errand, the beauty was gone, and he was greeted only by a lonely courtyard. When I saw her again, she was smiling like a flower, holding other people's hands and calling her Brother Ayan. Only then did Cui Yan realize that his plan was not only a mirror image, but also a self-inflicted sentiment. How dare she use him as a substitute. - When Cui Yan came, she was embroidering her wedding dress under the dim candlelight. In the snow that was flying all over the sky, Mr. Qingjun stood at the door with his brocade robe stained with blood and an indifferent expression. The moonlight stretched his shadow very long. Looking at the suddenly pale girl, Cui Yan smiled warmly and said in a cold tone, "So the person you called Ayan was never me?" At that time, Cui Yan never thought that one day, he would gouge out the mole at the end of his eye with his own hands, leaving it dripping with blood as if he didn't know it, just to ask a question. "Yun'er, am I even remotely like him now?" Note: The heroine's real name is Sui Yunmu, which will be explained in the text. Demining: 1. Dog blood, ancient times, the crematorium HE, there is content of forced marriage and robbery, please be careful before entering. 2. Double c 3. The character's three views do not represent the author's three views. If you don't like it, don't enter. ——————Pre-collection dividing line———————— The pure dog-blood flavor [Yi Wife] is welcome to add it to your collection with your fingertips~ [Weak and tough little girl]* [Gentle and sinister powerful minister] Wen Xian realized that the eldest son of the Sheng family was indeed a good man. She was born as clear as jade, and was the youngest Jinshi in Huifu. The most important thing was that she had a kind heart - not only did she not care about past grudges, but she also protected her husband's family. Thanks to Mr. Sheng, her wronged husband had just been released from prison and had an official position. After thinking about it, Wen Xianyi carried a basket of freshly steamed mint cakes and knocked on the door of Sheng Mansion in the misty rain. Her knees hurt from the bricks, but she thanked her sincerely, "Young Master has been so kind to me, but I have nothing to repay, but I hope that in the next life I will wear a ring of grass -" "Why do you need more Yi Niang? You can repay it in this life." When she looked up in surprise, he was holding the cup with his eyes lowered, gently swiping the tea foam. He had a handsome face and was gentle and elegant, but what he said sent chills to her bones, "He exchanged you for me for this official." After the sound of breaking porcelain settled down, there was silence in the room for a long time before a faint cry broke out. ​-​ Sheng Huaiyu, who has been in high and low officialdom since he was young, has never paid much attention to matters between men and women. On the day Dingyou returned to his hometown, he saw a flash of beauty among the green bricks and black tiles. Although she wanted it, she just used some tricks, so she was obediently given to her. It's a pity that she didn't obey. The phoenix flute was playing on the high-rise building of the boat. Sheng Huaiyu grabbed her waist and pressed down hard, suppressing his anger and biting her soft earlobe, "Yiniang, tell me, how can I treat you so poorly that you can't bear to hug her?" Wen Xianyi rested her chin gently on his sweaty shoulder, her beautiful brows and eyes showed indifference, and she closed her eyes slightly without responding to him. Although her fate is low, she still wants to be the master of her own. Copywritten on 2025.1.16 Demining 1. Women are not men, please be careful if you are a mysophobic person. 2. Robbery, bloodshed, immoral, refuse to go to the top of the line and ginseng rooster, mind entering with caution Intention: Self-reliance and self-reliance