Hunting Moon

Princess Diaoman × Qing Leng Imperial Master Wild rose × high mountain moon Fishing scumbag × holy gentleman —————— Copywriting: After returning to the palace, Jiu Fang would rather get the wind than get the rain. There is almost nothing in the world that she cannot obtain. Except for the banished immortal who is as clear as the moon in the Xuyu Temple, the national master Bai Zang. She had originally set her heart on the bright moon, but the bright moon hung high in the sky and did not shine on her. It doesn't matter, she prefers strong-willed melons: "If the moon doesn't shine on me, I will hunt the moon." Sooner or later, she will find that piece of moonlight, which will shine alone for her. * Bai Zang's character is noble and dignified, and he is the only national master in the world. Until she met Princess Le'an who came back from the private sector. He saw with his own eyes that Jiu Fang Huan Ning was entangled with his secret guards; he turned around and fought with the enemy's hostages under the moon and in front of each other. At the same time, he also came to tease himself, sending a collection of sour poems and songs to Xuyu Temple every day to express his love boldly. It's simply wanton, dissolute and without any etiquette. No matter how much etiquette, justice and shame you teach her, it will be of no use. Later, Jiufang would rather fight for her love and steal her sister's marriage, marry her to the enemy's country on her behalf. But on the eve of the wedding, Jiu Fang still disappeared for no reason and could not be found. —— In the temple for a moment, the dark room smells incense. The temple chief, who had always been calm and untroubled, was filled with jealousy and no longer had a trace of clarity and aura. "How can the words you said be invalidated? Has the princess forgotten those passionate words?" Bai Zang's eyes were dark, his hand caressed her spine and pressed against her temple, reading over and over again the love poem she had written in the past. ——The copy will be published on 2025/09/03 Intention: Love comes back thousands of times, going round and round