When I was young, I was rescued by the second prince. The girls in the backyard often learned music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but my mother-in-law scolded me for being arrogant and not good at anything.
But I know how to hit people, the world is bitterly cold, and practicing martial arts is deadly. In order to survive and repay my gratitude, I chose to fight with others. If I won, I would be named Fan Wujiu. If I lost, I would be a corpse on the roadside.
I didn't lose or lose in that competition. The two of them lay in the yard for a day and a night, neither of them died, so they both fell into the position of serving the second prince.
His name was Fan Wujiu, and I was also named Fan Wujiu. Neither of us had original names.
But I know that I must be more powerful, because I am the one who wants to become the second prince's concubine.
He:?
Him: I think you are somewhat sick.
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The whole Second Prince's House knew that I had evil thoughts about my master. Xie Bian would grab me by the collar and throw me into the lake, making me feel a bit inferior; Fan Wujiu would look at me and shake his bangs that must be imitated by my master, so that I would stop daydreaming; the other... The other six couldn't beat me, so don't worry about it.
Of course the person involved knew about this, but he didn't react at all. The hot pot was placed on the table. He looked up at me and said: It's hopeless. Sit down and eat.
Fan Wujiu and I fought for eighty rounds to determine who the master wanted to eat.
Consumption warning:
1. The old article has been greatly revised and republished, so there will be obvious differences in the writing style.
2. It may have no emotional line or it may be a bloody mess. It is mainly the relaxed and daily trend of the second prince's camp.
3. The story of the fake gang-loving heroine and the black and white evil spirits and their real gang-loving second prince, also known as "It's really not possible for the four of us to live a good life, which is more important than anything else"
Intention: freedom