Afu was born in Loulan in the desert. She is a delicate rose in the oasis, red and fragrant, delicate and beautiful.
One day, the Han Dynasty, thousands of miles away, sent an envoy dressed in splendid clothes and a jade crown. He stood upright and looked handsome.
Little Afu fell in love with him at first sight and begged her father to use a trick to detain him.
From then on, with the beautiful man by her side, she boldly expressed her love and flirted with him every day, hoping to stay with Mr. Song forever.
But Mr. Song from Zhilan Yushu was not ashamed of his children's affair. Even though they were physically close, he still chose to leave without saying goodbye.
Three years later, the Loulan Kingdom was destroyed.
The desert beauty Afu became a gift and ended up in the hands of foreigners.
On the night when the prisoners of war were presented, a banquet was held at night in the majestic palace, and cups of jade were exchanged;
Women in thin neon clothes danced to the strings;
Her waist, bright wrists and subtle fragrance made the men present salivate;
Among the countless envious gazes, only one person had a solemn look on his face, and his deep eyes were as frightening as if they were tempered with ice.
He remembered that three years ago, in the domed yurt deep in the desert, this beautiful rose danced alone just for him, and the memories of the two people's happiness came flooding back.
Mr. Song laughed in his heart: She is just a daughter who has mourned her country. The past is over, so why worry about her!
The banquet dispersed and the beauty was sent to the East Palace as scheduled.
The continuous candlelight outlines the bright outline of the foreign woman.
In a daze, the man's tall figure slowly approached.
Across the screen, Afu blinked nervously, vaguely realizing that the figure of the visitor seemed familiar.
Until she was pressed between the pillows by him, she suddenly screamed: "Is it you?"
**Small Theater***
The prince of the Han Dynasty was ordered to supervise the country. At the same time that the twelve kingdoms of the Western Regions surrendered, thousands of dynasties came to congratulate him and the beauty was on his bed. It was really a spring breeze.
But on the eve of the spring night, Lord Song of Honglu Temple risked his life to advise: "Although the prisoners of war are beautiful, you must not be blinded by your lust."
Faced with the sincerity of Chaotang's humerus, the prince suddenly felt annoyed: "Song Aiqing said it is true. The situation in foreign countries is complicated and now is not the time to indulge in pleasure."
After pondering for a moment, the prince decided to hand over the girl to Mr. Song for proper placement.
At night, Tangquan Garden.
The treasure silk hangs beside the square bed.
The disheveled Afu was pressed on the couch, but her face that should have been fair was full of shame and anger: "Let me go, you bastard!"
The man was wearing a dark official robe, his face was like a jade plate, and the corners of his lips were raised slightly: "Isn't this how Afu treated Song three years ago?"
The long and powerful knuckles moved downstream flexibly, peeling off the thick official uniform with ease, and the man Tuoba's skin was gradually exposed in the candlelight.
The dry fingertips rubbed the woman's delicate skin, and the familiar touch made his thoughts become more and more rampant:
"Trapped me on the bed, took away my innocence... Aren't these what Afu did to me back then?"
Memories flooded her mind, and the absurd behavior back then made her feel ashamed and angry: "It's all in the past, isn't it?"
"In the past?"
He approached aggressively, the lust surging in his eyes undisguised. He was completely different from the young man who was shy, angry and unwilling to give in three years ago:
"How many tricks did Afu use to stay with Song? How could he get through so easily?"
The familiar yet unfamiliar scent kept approaching her, and her almond-shaped eyes were filled with water vapor: "Song Hemian! Do you want to take revenge on me?"
The man's eyes were sinister, but his posture as he leaned over to swallow the beauty's tears was extremely pious:
"No, I want revenge on myself"
Looking back on the past, although his physical body came back from Loulan, his soul was still trapped in the hinterland of the desert, trapped in the round yurt, and trapped in this bold rose.
The sky has eyes, we will meet again today.
This time, he vowed to repay the "humiliation" he suffered in the past twice as much! ! !
Reading guide:
1:1v1 double clean.
2: In the early stage, the female version takes things by force, but in the later stage, the male protagonist bows his head for love and is slightly cremated.
3: The heroine is a beautiful thorny rose, not a delicate dodder flower.
Concept: The crane is a ferocious beast and can conquer the eagle.
