The follow-up article "You Are Not My White Moonlight" has been published!
Emperor Cheng of the Han Dynasty
Zhao Shu met the Emperor for the first time not long after she traveled to the Han Dynasty. At that time, she was the daughter of a farmer, with an uncle who was a poor scholar and a farmer who worked as a servant, and a skinny little sister who had a disheveled face. And in the rural wilderness she was in, there had been no rain for months and there was a plague of locusts. The emperor's grand cavalry passed through Yudi to pray for rain.
While Wanminshan was shouting long live, the profile of the emperor fell into her eyes. She felt contempt in her heart, remembering the words that judged this emperor in the history books: he was dissolute and immoral, good at drinking and sex, neglecting government affairs, and favoring his relatives.
When Zhao Shu met the emperor for the second time, she had become a dancer. She had lost her land and left her hometown. Her father had died and her sister had died. Her only relatives and friends sold her as a dancer in the Hou Mansion for 20,000 yuan. Once her dancing posture fell into the eyes of the emperor, she was as intoxicated as if she had been drunk.
"Shu Yao is troubled, and hard work is quiet."
The emperor's words, accompanied by the smell of wine, fell on her ears, a little itchy.
She half-rejected, half-rejected, and even welcomed her. She became a harem girl, a favorite, but in the end, she became the scourge of beauty that everyone criticized.
However, in the beginning, when she got close to the emperor, she just wanted to help her neighbors who were suffering from hard labor four years ago, to save herself who was sold as a dancing girl two years ago, and to save her miserable life after decades of dynasty changes, endless wars, and bare bones on the ground.
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"Is it someone who knows it's impossible and does it?"
The wooden slip with this sage's words written on it was supposed to be used as firewood in the stove, but she happened to see it.
It's just that she was fashionable and didn't know that the saint who practiced this sentence, at the end of his life, looked at the sunset in the west and sighed: "My way is poor."
Remarks | Demining:
1. In the historical direction, the male protagonist is the emperor and has a harem, which is not C.
2. It is not a cool novel. The male and female protagonists recognize each other's feelings relatively late, but the main emotional line is 1V1.
3. Not a dream girl, not a dream girl! Don't whitewash the male protagonist. Just looking at history from another perspective.
4. In the last years, people are suffering and personal love is insignificant.
5. There will be more than 60 original poems and poems. Comments are welcome!
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Pre-released article: "You Are Not My White Moonlight"
Wife Chasing Crematorium
[Gentle and tough little sun heroine*bears the evil emperor]
Emperor Xiao Xun lost his position at a young age. He was supported by powerful ministers and ascended the throne at a young age. He was nothing more than a puppet and a pawn. He could not even make his own decisions about the affairs of the harem.
He endured for many years and worked step by step. Once he regained power, he bloodbathed the families of powerful officials and wiped out the supporters of powerful officials both inside and outside the court. The courtiers praised the emperor for his decisive killing and the legacy of Emperor Wu. Some people also said that the emperor was so cold-hearted that he even deposed the queen who had done no wrong.
Having been in the abyss with no light for too long, there was only one tender feeling in Xiao Xun's heart of stone, which was his childhood sweetheart, the daughter of the eldest princess, as bright as the moon in the clouds.
But when he issued the imperial edict, for some reason, his heart suddenly hurt. A woman of commoner background had bumped into the painful spot. The woman raised her head, her eyebrows and eyebrows were very similar to those of his sweetheart, and the sunshine in the corner danced on her face.
But, where is that woman now?
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A Yuan always laments that her life is good.
When she was still young, the wild dog she rescued carried a jade pendant in its mouth, and her family's land increased from fifty acres to one hundred acres.
After she passed her haircut, she entered the palace. Although she only acted as a maid in Yeting, she had no worries about eating and drinking, and her silk clothes were changed into silk.
She never imagined that she would fall into the emperor's eyes. The young emperor was as cold as the snow on the mountain, but he smiled at her alone.
During her childhood, she endured filthy words and got involved in court battles that affected her whole body, but she accompanied him to become a true emperor, with great power.
On the day when he deposed the powerful minister's daughter as queen, His Majesty was rarely drunk. He hugged A Yuan tightly in his arms and told her with red eyes that he could finally give the best to the one he loved most.
A Yuan accidentally saw the imperial edict drafted by the censor on the desk of the Xuan room. The words on it were so long that she couldn't read them all. Yui recognized a last name. A dignified and beautiful figure appeared in front of her eyes, and she suddenly realized that there was a white moonlight in His Majesty's heart. In the end, he was married to someone else and became a pawn to block the sword.
"Whatever rank or title you want, I can grant it to you."
"Your Majesty, I have reached the age and it is time to leave the palace."
She believed that apart from the four corners of the sky, the sky and the earth were vastly different, but she could always find a peaceful land and a person who knew each other and stayed with each other.
However, no matter where she went, there was always someone chasing her like crazy.
The man said he wanted to get his sun back.
He had been in the abyss for so long that he mistook the sun for moonlight.
Purpose: The history we know is just the history of the court. When reading history, I can't help but get myself involved in these famous characters. However, everyone knows that everyone is an insignificant member of the vast world. They are sad in life and sad in death.
