The Right Prime Minister Yan Ji had three sons, all of whom were talented, clean and handsome.
The eldest brother, Yan Zhaoling, is cold and dusty, as bright as an orchid.
The second brother, Yan Biegu, is romantic, passionate, wild and proud.
The third brother, Yan Shaoyu, has been ill for a long time, but he has not lost his dignity and integrity.
Therefore, everyone was surprised and envious that Qu Hualou could marry Yan Shaoyu. Even though it's called a wedding, it's actually a happy occasion.
Qu Hualou was just the daughter of a sixth-grade mausoleum. She had nothing but a good face.
Under the guidance of his parents, Qu Hualou worked hard just to please Yan Shaoyu.
However, every time...
The red waves rolled, the spring light filled the room, the clouds and rain came together, lingering behind the bones, Yan Shaoyu looked at the red marks on her body, his eyes became darker.
Not only that, even his cold and taciturn eldest brother and his frivolous and romantic second brother would always look at her meaningfully.
... After a long time, no matter how stupid she was, she still noticed something was wrong.
So that night, she locked the doors and windows, hid in a corner and decided to find out.
There was a knock on the door, and the man's voice was clear and clear:
"Brother and sister, open the door. I am my brother."
Qu Hualou: "?"
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Intention: stick to yourself