Ruyilangjun

Lang Kun - a young man with extraordinary beauty in bright clothes and angry horses. Chosen as an assassin to end the tyrant due to her stunning beauty. The young hero originally wanted to succeed and retire, but was ordered to marry him and become his consort. This princess... Seems to have been seen somewhere? Why is the consort so cold to me? What secrets does the Lang family have? Suspicion is like poison, making everyone panic... Shaoyan I have never seen a young man with silver hair! The sun shone down from behind him, and he looked like a god against the light. Tall and straight. The little me, shrouded in his figure, raised my head and narrowed my eyes. When the dazzling sunlight hid in the gap between the trees for a moment, the face of the god gradually became clear. Oh my god~ If there really is a god, I can't think of anything like this. Even though I just stood there motionless, I was still so amazed that my heart trembled. The breeze blew the strands of hair on his forehead. Sweep across the bridge of your nose and across your eyes. His brows furrowed slightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and the god came to life. Lang Kun The way that "young man" looked at me back then, now the princess is extremely tolerant of me. All those unnoticed and incomprehensible details are connected in series. From falling in love at first sight to waiting infatuatedly, from longing for happiness to enduring neglect, the four years she went through alone, the four years of deep love, I didn't know anything about it, but she actually... His eyes felt sore and swollen inexplicably, so he quickly picked up the hot tea and pretended to drink it. "When I first returned to the palace, many princes, grandsons and nobles wanted to follow the dragon and the phoenix. Especially Yao Zixiu, the son of Yao Shangshu, who liked Yan'er in the previous dynasty." Yao Zixiu? Who is he? As if his beloved toy was coveted, he suddenly felt angry. "Previous dynasty? How old was the princess back then?" "Isn't this a deep-seated love?" A young, yellow-haired child cannot be regarded as a root of love, but a green onion root is almost the same. No, the roots of green onions are stronger than that, and at best they are just the roots of garlic sprouts. Intention: Love can redeem hatred, and going in both directions is the way back.