[Force and robbery + Chasing his wife at the crematorium]
In the third year of Qisheng's reign, memorials from courtiers requesting the death of the demon concubine flew to the Taiji Hall like snowflakes. Ming Liu remembered that it was also a snowy night when he first met Xie Yanzhao.
Ming Liu grew up to be sixteen years old and traveled around the world with half-skilled skills.
She doesn't have any big ambitions. She wants to find a handsome man who is gentle, considerate and good at martial arts, and her husband and children will be a hot bed.
After searching, she picked up a handsome young man on the roadside. When he woke up, she said happily: "Do you know that you got a huge advantage?"
"I am the eldest daughter of the Ming family. You will be my son-in-law. I will kill people to make money, wash and cook, and we will live happily in the world."
The young master smiled slightly and was noncommittal. After three months, when the officers and soldiers came in, Ming Liu realized that the person in front of him was the third son of King Zhao.
The man bowed down to the Zhilan Yushu, and was presented with the gold and jade portrait of Mr. Wang Sun.
"Thank you, Yan Zhao. My kindness will be unforgettable."
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Xie Yanzhao lived in the Ming family and conspired with the head of the family to achieve great things.
Ming Liu didn't understand either. He couldn't live in a nice official residence and was lingering here.
What a shameless person, the dignified prince's son eats and drinks.
But Xie Yanzhao is really handsome, and the bright willow color captivates his heart, and he is tempted to seduce.
Throw a hairpin today, throw a handkerchief tomorrow, Xie Yanzhao just looks at it, occasionally bringing up a faint smile.
Until she was pushed into the lake at the banquet, the expression of Mr. Xie, who was originally chatting and laughing, suddenly changed and he did not hesitate to save her.
The next year, King Zhao raised a flag of rebellion.
Before Xie Yanzhao left, he vowed to marry her when he informed his father.
Mingliu waited for five years.
King Zhao ascended the throne, but Xie Yanzhao did not come back.
The emperor died, the third prince succeeded to the throne, changed his reign and consecrated the emperor, but Xie Yanzhao did not come back.
The new emperor was drafted, and he wanted to welcome his cousin as his queen. Everyone was celebrating.
Ming Liu sighed slightly, looked at Yu Xue's lovely daughter beside him, and said, "When others ask about it later, they will say that your father is dead."
She just thought she was a widow and started looking for a handsome man. With the help of her aunt, she met the perfect one.
On their wedding night, Ming Liu was sitting on the couch when he suddenly heard shrill screams and cries.
The familiar thick smell of blood was on the tip of his nose, and the red silk in front of him was picked up with the tip of a sword.
The new emperor's face was cold and his tone was calm to the point of cruelty.
"Zhuo Hua, I'm here to congratulate you on your wedding."
Purpose: Honest communication
