Jian Jia's most proud plan in this life was to fall into the arms of that sickly young man.
She originally thought of climbing on the boy next to him and running away from the engagement with the butcher.
Unexpectedly, the man grabbed her poisoned fingertips and wrote "follow the plan" in his palm one stroke at a time.
"Girl, you might as well be more ambitious."
On a night with flickering candlelight, Murong Zhao coughed up blood and trapped her in front of the water transport diagram.
Salt crystals rolled down mixed with blood beads, reflecting the overwhelming undercurrent in his eyes:
"For example... Be the wife of my matchmaker Murong Zhaoming."
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Everyone knows that the Seventh Prince is brilliant, but they don't know that he has a poisonous wild ginger flower in his heart.
That year it snowed heavily at the mass graves, and the little beggar gave him half a piece of gingerbread in exchange for half his life.
From then on, the temples, rivers and lakes, weaving a web for twenty years,
He killed his brother to seize power, shattered the jade and concealed the sword,
It's just to protect the fragrance of ginger, which will last forever.
"What do you want, Your Highness?"
She was pushed against a secret cell in the salt warehouse, and the sound of pursuing soldiers' swords could be heard in her ears.
He bit her fingertips and pressed a blood seal on the secret letter:
"You said back then that wild ginger flowers should bloom on sunny slopes."
"More pictures of you now——"
The bloody kiss fell on her trembling eyelashes,
"Even the way he plots against me is touching."
He put a phoenix crown on her with his own hands and prepared poisonous wine in advance
If this was a game, he would be willing to risk his life in exchange for a moment of her sincerity.
Intention: love yourself