[It can be regarded as the parallel time and space of the previous book, 1v1, he.
The emperor Qiu Xiang, the noble concubine Qin Prajna was killed by the emperor's poison.
When she opened her eyes again, she became the third daughter of Jiangninghou Mansion.
Qin Banruo: The problem is not big. There is nothing in the world that cannot be solved.
Really.
In less than a month, the ninth prince she had raised ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor.
This is really a twists and turns, there is no end to the road.
Within two days of being happy, she discovered that this obedient and virtuous new emperor... Hid a body in his bedroom and slept with him every day.
Then, something even more terrifying happened.
That corpse was hers.
This is really... An evil act! ! !
Qin Banruo immediately handed over his resignation to the emperor and ran back to the Hou Mansion without stopping.
Marry! Find someone to marry immediately! !
However, as the marriage got closer, the new emperor looked at her more and more unkindly.
Until one day, it rained heavily late at night.
She was trapped in the palace.
The palace is deep and full of fragrance.
The new emperor climbed behind the woman and begged mutely: "Break off the engagement, concubine."
Completed: "Lots of Troubled Ministers Under the Skirt"
Qin Banruo stayed in the harem for eleven years, and finally became the most noble queen mother in the dynasty at the age of twenty-five.
The new emperor was filial and obedient, greeted him every day, and showed him face and respect.
The new little monk who came to chant sutras was also beautiful and easy to use, and solved the nightmare syndrome in the long night.
But the good times didn't last long. When I woke up, the nine bells were ringing.
The new emperor sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes downcast and gloomy, quietly revealing all his thoughts.
Qin Banruo was stunned for a while, and his voice became hoarse: "Absurd."
"Absurd?" The man repeated, his eyes moving down her face little by little, as sharp as a knife, almost cutting her whole body open.
Finally, landing on the exposed white calf with disheveled clothes, Youyou asked, "How is this ridiculous?"
He seemed to smile, and touched it lightly with his fingers, rubbing it up and down repeatedly. His movements were so gentle that it was unbelievable, and his tone of voice was so gentle and careless: "Is there any mother who is so ridiculous?"
Intention: Believe and move forward courageously.
