Qingzhi

(Full text completed, thank you for reading) Qingzhi is the lowest-ranking fire girl in the Hou Mansion. She has not seen the sky in the front yard for fourteen years. The day I first met the young Marquis, the once noble young man was wearing iron shackles with bloody marks on his back. On the way to exile, Qingzhi carefully fed him water, but he coldly uttered two words: "Go away." Qingzhi was just about to take off his clothes and apply the medicine when the boy's pale face suddenly turned red: "Please respect yourself!" She was very confused, but she still reviewed it carefully: "I will be gentler next time." Later, Qingzhi found out that there were three levels of maids, and a fire-burning maid like her couldn't even touch the corners of her master's clothes. She accompanied him through the dirtiest mud, survived the coldest night, and finally arrived in Lingnan, but one morning, she found that his room was empty. The peach blossoms in the yard bloomed and withered, and bloomed again after withering. After all, she couldn't wait for him. Then she didn't wait any longer. Three years later, in the teahouse, the storyteller was shocked and said, "General Xu Wenzheng of Dingyuan broke through the enemy camp with a silver spear. He is truly the god of death." Qingzhi held her cheek and was lost in thought: Strange, is he talking about the boy who blushed even when she held him down and applied medicine? A few days later, a team of cavalry suddenly stopped in front of her restaurant. "Follow me back to Beijing." The armor of the man on horseback shone with a cold light. Qingzhi raised his head and smiled, shaking his head, "I want to get married." She said, "In the future, you may marry a gentle and gentle lady, or a heroic general." But he asked with red eyes, "Can't the person I want to marry be you?" —————— Please give me advance notice for the next volume of the ancient Chinese proverb "Unforgiveness". (The eldest princess who has a hand full of cards and disdains scheming VS the enemy prince who is so ruthless and revengeful that he even plots against himself) Yuan Zhaoning only wanted to be a laid-back princess in her life, but her father gave her all the exceptions. When the army goes out to fight, let her accept the gift of ax on its behalf; when they go out of the palace to patrol hunting, she is tied to the imperial driver's side. It's not that there are no gossips among the people, but because of the power of God, no one dares to speak out. Until she was ten years old, an imperial edict came down: any legitimate son of an official of the seventh rank or above, who is between seven and thirteen years old, she will not choose a prince-in-law for one day, and they are not allowed to marry for one day. The whole court was in an uproar, and the people were in an uproar. From then on, pampering, debauchery, and the omen of disaster for the country... Were all pinned on her head. Yuan Zhaoning also wanted to ask: Father, what are you planning? But before she had time to figure it out, she met a man covered in filth and only a third of a human being on the southern patrol road. The guard came forward, but she raised her hand to stop him. Don't pick it up from the men on the roadside, just give it some money. Who knows if he is here to kill himself. But fate didn't give her the option of not picking it up. Even though she didn't reach out from the beginning to the end, that person still struggled with her for half her life. Yin Chenji was the most shady prince of the Yan Kingdom. He hid his pride during his escape, just to survive. Only by living can you take revenge. That night, he was covered in blood and fell into the dirtiest alley of Zhao Kingdom, just as the eldest princess, who was famous for her ruthlessness and lust, was passing by on her southern tour. She didn't even get off the carriage, she just glanced at him from a distance and said, "It's hard to tell whether this is a human being or a ghost. Just give me some money to spend." He thought this was the greatest humiliation in his life, but he didn't know that fate had just taken action. She pulled him back from desperate situations again and again, and pushed him into deeper abyss again and again. He avoided her, hated her, hated her to the extreme, but every time he looked back, she was there. Until the decree of marriage came down, he became her consort. On the wedding night, the red candles were burning high. She put the dagger into his heart and asked with a smile, "Who are you?" Instead of retreating, he advanced, letting the tip of the knife sink deep into the flesh, and whispered, "Is it too late for the princess to ask now?" —— The natural winner and the desperate gambler strangled and fell into each other's traps. She lives like the world owes her, and he lives like the world deserves to be buried with him. Mission: Destiny is in your own hands