Your Highness, He Is Addicted to Himself.

[Bright and cool beauty × His Highness the Nine Highnesses who are crazy and cruel] There was a famous beauty in the south of the night. She was beautiful but had a dull temperament. Everyone said she had bad eyesight, and she chose the Ninth Prince Rong Huaixia among the nobles. If there is anything bad about the Ninth Prince, he is knowledgeable, good-tempered, and good-looking, but he has little status in the royal family and only holds the title of "His Royal Highness". But Qian Yiqing was devoted to Rong Huaixia. She would be whatever he liked. Not long after, the daughter of the prime minister who was rumored to have been promised to the Ninth Prince suddenly married King Jing, while the Qian Yiqing who had been sticking to the Ninth Prince's side all day disappeared. After two years of searching, we finally met again. The former beauty has long been transformed into a reclusive doctor in the mountains, and the ninth prince of Zhilan Yushu in the past has become the king of Chong'an, Rongqian, who is feared by both the government and the public. At that time, he was wearing a dark robe, his hair tied with a silver crown, and his expression was as cold as an iceberg that had not melted for thousands of years, but he was still moved by her glance. In order to keep her, Rong Qian negotiated terms with her: If you are willing to be my concubine, I will welcome her into the house. Qian Yiqing agreed calmly, thinking that she would get away when he got tired of it. But after waiting for a long time, she never got the news of Rong Qian's marriage. Until Rong Qian pressed her on the desk and bit her ear, smiling slyly: I only said that I would welcome her into the house, but I never said that I would marry her. Rong Qian didn't understand why she didn't treat him as she used to, so he coaxed and threatened her all day long, just waiting for her to change her mind. It's a pity that she didn't care. Rong Qian doted on her, but she didn't care. Rong Qian was cruel to her, but she didn't care. Even though Rong Qian threatened to marry another woman, she smiled and didn't care. The guard who has been following you for many years couldn't help but remind you: Your Highness, Miss Qian really doesn't love you. King Chong'an's eyes were as deep as a cold pool, bottomless. The guard shrank, but couldn't help but remind: Your Highness, the soup you just drank was not made by Miss Qian, she was too lazy to move. Did she lie to me? Rong Qian lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then suddenly smiled. She must have lied to me because she cared about me. ———————————————————————————— New article "Seventeenth Eve" Copywriting Zhao Qingli died on her wedding day. In front of the main hall steps and in the palace, both father and brother were missing. Amid the noisy rain, only the man's ethereal voice remained: "The last one." When she opened her eyes again, she returned to the night of September 17th. It is still raining heavily, and I am in a familiar bedroom, accompanied by a familiar maid, it must be a night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber. But Zhou Yanzhen, the consort whom he had loved for many years, was nowhere to be seen. Until a crimson hem of clothes, a jade-belted python robe, and slightly raised thin lips appeared in his sight. Zhao Ci's voice fell on his ears: Imperial sister, Wan'an. The red candle tent is warm, a spring night. Zhao Qingli never thought that the prince brother he had called for fourteen years had already laid a trap, and even the number one scholar he longed for was a pawn in his hands. Her consort was actually willing to let other men sleep with her. It really makes people... Despair. - Zhao Ci was already six years old when he was taken back to the palace, living with a father who only occasionally picked up the guilt of being worthless. And this father is not his father alone. Emperor Yongyuan's favoritism and favor should be shared among his many concubines and brothers in the harem, as well as Zhao Qingli, who was not even remotely related by blood. Only there is no part for him. To many brothers, he is also a redundant person in this family. Only Zhao Qingli treats people differently. She will not look at him differently, nor will she hurt him with cold words. She was the only one who was warm in the entire palace, and this warmth was also the antidote for him to comfort himself on countless nights. But he was bound by such a relationship. It was a great loss for him to be a brother and sister who were not related by blood. So he chose to tear off the mask and ask for more from this relationship. Zhao Ci often said, "You have no regrets when you make a move." Later, he gradually realized the feeling of "regret", but it should be... Not too late, right? - Zhou Yanzhen was trapped in the word "fame and fortune" for the first half of his life. The misfortune of his family background is also the misfortune of his life. In order to pursue fame and fortune, he followed the prince, became his eagle and dog lackey, and climbed to the heights of officialdom that were beyond his reach. The only condition is to marry the prince's love, the Dali princess named Zhao Qingli. Zhou Yanzhen didn't understand why the prince wanted to plot against his imperial sister like this, but those were not important. Only fame, wealth and power are most important. One day, the No. 1 Scholar who only planned to make fun of the situation regretted it. He begged with trembling hands: If I say I know I was wrong, will you give me another chance? Zhao Qingli sneered in disappointment: It's too late. Later, the object of his deception became his old master. At that time, the old master just looked at him leisurely: It's too late to remember to pick up your useless backbone now. For the rest of his life, he was trapped in the word "too late". Intention: Treat each other sincerely and cherish the people in front of you