Sir, Please Respect Yourself GB

[The heroine does not have a girlfriend, but she is not a double star, as will be explained in the article] Luo Jin, the Imperial Preceptor of Huazhao, was the only female Imperial Preceptor in Kyushu. The most popular thing about her was not her stunning appearance, but her ability to see the world through astrology and seek good fortune and avoid misfortune. The world said that she was banished to the mortal world, could understand the yin and yang of the heaven and the earth, and was omnipotent. She single-handedly raised the power of Huazhao to an unprecedented prosperous age. The Holy Emperor respects him, is above ten thousand people, and is respected by all people. He is a heavenly being. But no one knew that Shi Luojin only wanted to be "one person above the other". ** Nineteenth year of Shi'an—— The old emperor Long Bed Tuogu, Shi Mujin thought it was another prince who was in the limelight. Unexpectedly, the eunuch brought her Jun Shi, the son of an abandoned concubine whom she had once had a relationship with. The old emperor burst into tears, saying that he felt guilty for the prince, and asked his teacher Luo Jin to protect the prince's peace for the rest of his life after he ascended the throne. Master Luo Jin sat on a high chair, looking coldly at the thin young man, looking at the fear in his eyes, looking at his eyes... Filled with hatred. She raised her eyebrows with interest - she was still a little wild brat pretending to be good! Isn't it just about raising children? How difficult is this? However—— In the first month, the boy who made the bed lowered his eyes and asked aggrievedly if he hated him. In the third month, the young man making tea accidentally burned his hand, and he deliberately lifted up his sleeves to show her his thin and weak arms. In the sixth month, the prince was getting married. The drunk boy took her finger into his mouth and raised his eyes pure and charming. A year later, Shi Luojin stood on the astrologer's platform, with smoke lingering in the room. He lowered his eyes and looked down at the young man who had just turned eighteen years old with his eyebrows lowered and his gauze fluttering in the wind. "What do you want?" The soft couch was covered with black hair. The young man's eyes were half wet with tears. There was determination in his eyes, and his words were broken into pieces: "I... Want... The position of assistant to the government." Shi Luojin bit her red lips, and she did as he wished. But once the altar began to fall, the man who brought her into the mortal world stood in the bright yellow hall. In front of the long steps, his eyes were stained with the coldness often seen among royal children. His bright red lips in the past opened and closed, and he uttered a clear sentence, "Master Imperial Master, please respect yourself!" Shi Luojin looked at the still slim waist under the python robe of the newly appointed regent, stepped closer, leaned down, with no warmth in his smile, only layers of desire, turned around and tied the person to the imperial case. "Self-respect? Oh, your highness, I never know how to teach you, your highness?" Shi Luojin has never fallen off the altar. As long as she wants to, she can climb back to the high platform. After all, the altar... Was built piece by piece by herself. "The same goes for the throne, Your Highness." It can help you rise from a high building, and it can also make you fall from a high building. *** Jun Shi was born in the cold palace. His father didn't love him, his mother didn't like him, and he was bullied all the time. He hated the palace that restricted freedom here and the Nine-Five Supreme Land there. Although he doesn't like power, only by standing at the top can all the villains who bully him not end well. Probably because his life should not be cut off, his mother and concubine were favored again, and the conscience-stricken old emperor handed him over to the young female Imperial Preceptor who had risen to fame. The other party was as cold as frost, ruthless and desireless as rumored. He taught him strategy, taught him poetry and music, saved him worldly ethics, and taught him everything a prince should learn. Although he was harsh, at least he did not bully him maliciously. The old emperor's health was getting worse day by day, and the princes were fighting to the death. Jun Shi has no special skills. He only has a face that he inherited from his mother's beautiful face. For his purpose, he abandoned his sense of shame and used different tricks to seduce Master Luo Jin every day. He achieved nothing for a whole year. He was already prepared to be disgusted and discarded. But he didn't want to make up his mind for the last time. In a room full of soul flags, a woman who never looked at him directly pulled him into her arms, pressed her under her, and asked him in a hoarse voice, "What do you want?" However, when he finally got what he wanted, Jun Shi accidentally heard that the outside world was slandering and cursing Shi Luo Jin. He covered up the red marks all over his body, endured the pain, and avoided the woman's extended hand. "Master, please respect yourself!" You must not let my filthy and dirty body stain your flawless reputation. But things were not at all what he thought. Later, Jun Shi beat up dozens of minions who spread rumors. There was no way, he was tortured by them and had no peace day and night. If he continued like this, he might die before those villains. Ps: You are a national master, so it is normal for you to know some tricks to control the wind and rain. 2. As for the copywriting of the second revision, before the revision, the male protagonist should be the emperor, but his identity was too restrictive and it was difficult to "tune" him. 3. The male protagonist doesn't like power, even hates it. He can give up everything, including himself, for his purpose. 4. The heroine is very possessive, well, really very possessive... A perverted kind. 5. The male protagonist has a long mouth. Determination: If you have great ambitions, why not rise to the height of ninety thousand miles?