Princess Ling Zhaowu was doted on by the emperor and empress for the first half of her life. She was arrogant, domineering and acted wantonly.
In the end, the mother and emperor became suspicious, and the brothers and sisters were afraid of trapping him.
Once dead, Ling Zhaowu returned to the youth of Saint Chong Zhenglong.
After re-living her life, she could clearly see the undercurrent beneath the surface kindness.
In order to gain a foothold as soon as possible, she set her sights on the general Zhou Yan who had just returned from victory.
He always wears a cold and ugly mask and comes from a poor family.
In her previous life, she would never have looked away from such a person.
But it was this poor man who later relied on his military exploits and iron fist to become a prince step by step, and finally came to serve as regent.
Ling Zhaowu took a glass of wine and went over to pay respect, but was thrown to the ground by the man.
She was depressed and depressed. When she returned home, she saw a young boy who was extremely handsome, with healthy complexion and well-proportioned muscles. He was definitely not comparable to those from the aristocratic families in the capital.
Ling Zhaowu suffered from an old problem, so he asked someone to investigate the origin that day, and at night he cleaned it and brought it to his room.
The man knelt on the ground and looked up at her, his posture was submissive, but there was a sinister look on his face:
"It is rumored that the princess changes people every month, and her demands are excessive. I don't know whether it is true or not?"
"Shut up."
Ling Zhaowu slowly took out a brand new leather whip.
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Later, Ling Zhaowu defeated many old enemies and only fought with Zhou Yan for power.
Later, she still failed.
A glass of poisonous wine, she drank it calmly. Who would have thought that when she woke up, she would be in his house.
Zhou Yan was wearing a python robe with eight golden dragons and slowly took off his mask. He was the person she stayed with every night.
The young regent looked down at her, pinched her chin and asked:
"Brothers Xue and Zhang Xiaolangjun, are you still looking for them?"
Ling Zhaowu closed his eyes and didn't want to speak.
I heard a sigh in my ears, and my hand was caught by his calloused hand.
Looking down, there is already a soft silk whip.
"I'll have to go to court early tomorrow, so it's a bit lighter."
Ling Zhaowu thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled, his bright face looking alluring and charming:
"But I just like the general's riding crop, what should I do?"
Purpose: Love grows over time