Jiahe

[Updated around 0:00 every day, we will ask for leave if not updated] [The next volume will open "Little Flower Girl", a story about robbing a dog's blood by force, the text is at the bottom, please collect it~] Copywriting of this article Wen Jiahe is a concubine. She is dull, mediocre, weak and cowardly. And Song Qinglan is the proud son of heaven, and he likes his little lady like a crucian carp crossing the river, and she is just the most inconspicuous little loach among them. Jiahe never expected him to look at her, so when Song Qinglan said he wanted to marry her, she felt that she must be dreaming. It's just that the marriage didn't happen. During the war between Wei and Liang, her father sat on her bedside and cried when she was still young, wanting her to go to Wei to get married. She was so useless that she didn't dare to refuse, so she just agreed. The days after the marriage were very difficult. The emperor was indifferent and devoted himself to government affairs and never entered the harem. When Jiahe saw him for the first time, the man had a grand ceremony and was walking in a hurry. He caught a glimpse of her kneeling on the roadside and asked her impatiently who she was. The emperor did not remember her at all. So later on, for a long time Jiahe didn't understand why this ruthless and desireless man cared so much about Song Qinglan's existence. He noticed that when Song Qinglan actually appeared in front of her, he roughly pressed her on the imperial desk, forced her to look up at Song Qinglan who was standing outside the window waiting for an order, and said in a sinister and soft tone: "Wen Jiahe, shout louder so he can hear you." "Wen Jiahe, you can only be with me in your life, until you die." - The thing that Song Qinglan regretted most in his life was watching the wedding sedan being carried away from him. Later, he climbed out of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood to see her, but he could only stand in the corridor and listen to her and that man's love affair with each other. From now on, no matter how bright, noble or morally righteous, it doesn't matter. He only wanted Ji Xuanyin's head as a sacrifice for their wedding. - Ji Xuanyin ascended the throne at a young age. From being surrounded by tigers and wolves to being bowed down by the ministers, he walked this road for twenty years. In the end, all he had in mind was power. The wedding princess was mediocre and weak, and he could easily break her neck. After seeing her once, Ji Xuanyin forgot about her. What I will never forget later is the sudden tyranny and powerlessness that filled my heart the moment I heard her admit that she liked Song Qinglan. There was no other good way, so he could only kill Song Qinglan, tie her to his side, and then beg her over and over again not to leave. - When he grew up, one of the first things Jiahe learned was to accept his fate. For the first half of her life, she was driven forward by fate. She was confused for half her life and could never help herself. Later, she finally wanted to make the decision herself. [Please be sure to read the reading tips:] ① The writing style is slow-moving, the heroine is the [only] protagonist, and the [only] heroine's scenes are throughout the entire text. The first fifty chapters are all about the relationship between the heroine and the second male lead. The first male (emperor) appears [after chapter fifty] [highlight! ! ! ②Non-stock buying article, the heroine and the emperor. The boy is ten years older than the girl, and there is a [compulsory i] plot ③Not a strong female protagonist, a growth-oriented heroine, an [imperfect] heroine, with both bright spots and shortcomings. The heroine deserves the best of everything ④The emperor is here to stay, not by force. There is a reason. ⑤The real copywriting is the last three lines 3c/HE/1v1 2025.3.19 ————Pre-receipt of "Little Flower Girl" ———— Copywriting Pei Wuji, the No. 1 Scholar, was aloof and arrogant, and his eyes were devoid of dust. When I met Peng Ying for the first time, the woman's snowy shoulders were half exposed, leaning on the railing to flirt with his red-faced colleague, her laughter was like bells, and the flower branches were trembling. At that time, he felt that she was just like all the flower girls in the world, dirty and despicable, and it made his eyes dirty just to look at her. Later, he felt that it was not a bad idea to treat her as a concubine, just as a gift to this woman. As a result, a fire almost caused him to die in the West. After waking up, he looked at the empty house, laughed up to the sky, and swore on his blood: He wanted her, her heart, to the end of the world, to the blue sky and the yellow spring, for the rest of his life! - Peng Ying was sold to a brothel at the age of six. For more than ten years, she made a living by selling jokes diligently and conscientiously. My only wish is to walk out from here and be a decent woman. She had worked hard for many years to save the ransom money, but in the end she never thought that the person who ruined her little wish would be the lonely and noble Lord Pei who she had always looked up to. Intention: Speak loudly and hold your head high. Small people also support a world.