Zhang Deng Ferry

[Self-improving Little Palace Maid x Broken Young Master] [If you are interested, please click a star] [Come on in March] What seems to be the story of two people is actually the story of a group of people. Yan Li initially thought that her entry into Fengqi Palace was nothing more than a life-threatening deal with Weng Ting. She was greedy for life, and he was in love with death. Through the deal, they redeemed each other and everything came true. However, cunning, greed, and oppression shattered their peaceful life and became the reason why Weng Ting had to enter the game. Only by being strong can you find a shelter for the people you love. The fire he personally set in Fengqi Palace wiped out the past between him and Yan Li, and also gave him a new life. Thick black smoke rose into the sky, and Yan Li knew that she would never leave the palace again. Weng Ting asked her if she regretted it, and she just smiled and sighed: "It's a great honor to seek skin from a tiger." If you are willing to charge, I will be your sword; if you are willing to be trapped, I will be your shield. Even if his last sight was in prison, Yan Li would still say to Weng Ting: "Weng Ting, I am willing to be your only wife." When it rains, water grows, and when it rains, you wear a hat. When the water grows, dead trees come into spring; when the river stops, all souls are lonely. ———— Weng Ting stood on the other side of the river and saw a small boat coming up the turbulent water. The person in the boat was holding a bright light. He knew that someone was coming to take him home. It's his and Yan Li's home. ———— 1. Double C and double cleanliness, loving only one person from beginning to end. 2. Emotional line + career line is a bit nonsense. 3. Alternative history, alternative history, alternative history. 4. The author wrote this book for fun, to practice his writing skills, and for everyone to have fun reading it. ——————————This is an advance copy—————————— When Ning Huaizhen first met Song Zhiyan, he thought she couldn't lift her legs or walk, so he thought to forget it and just fool her. Song Zhiyan: I want to take you back. Ning Huaizhen: I am a good person. Song Zhiyan: I want to arrest you. Ning Huaizhen: I have a headache. Later, there were bonfires everywhere, but he proposed that he and Song Zhiyan should become brothers. Song Zhiyan: Brother, I can't do that! I'm a woman! Not to mention brothers, it's even difficult to get married! Under the bright lights, the gauze slipped from his hands. He was glad that it happened to be her. Fortunately, it was her. Ning Huaizhen's eyes were as calm and soft as moonlight. When Song Zhiyan was about to step into the palace, he suddenly called out softly: "Mingtang." Song Zhiyan rolled his eyes, walked to Ning Huaizhen, and raised his head: "Prince Ning, you have exceeded the rules. There are only two kinds of people in the world who can call me a title, one is a close relative of the royal family, and the other is..." "What's the other one?" "My consort. I think Prince Ning has no chance of the former. If you don't want to be punished, why not consider the latter?" Ning Huaizhen smiled lightly, leaned down and said, "Is there a third kind of person?" "What?" "Ning's Huaizhen, Princess Mingtang, can you agree?" I have never walked outside Chang'an, and when I slipped out once in a while, I met someone I will never forget. Under the dynasty, everyone wants to stretch out a hand and overturn this random chessboard, and you are the confidence for me to fight. The pear blossoms are flying, and the black hair is like residual snow. Song Zhiyan stood on tiptoes, kissed Ning Huaizhen on the lips, and said with tears, "Wait until I come back." He knew she might not come back. Under the eaves in front of the corridor, Song Zhiyan did not open the window. Ning Huaizhen clenched his fists and finally said only, "Wait until I come back." She knew he might not come back. "In the past, when it was windy or rainy, I would walk alone with an umbrella. Later, I never had to worry about the rain when I went out, because I knew there would be someone holding an umbrella to pick me up." In Dachengming Temple, thousands of ever-bright lanterns are enshrined to help millions of soldiers through reincarnation. When Song Zhiyan left the temple, the sky was gray, misty and rainy, and there was a little white snow. She turned around and looked back. The man holding the umbrella was standing under the curtain of rain, with a smile in his eyes. Intention: endless life