Copywriting one:
The Buddhist daughter-in-law vs. The most powerful chief minister vs. Qingliu, the top scholar who resigned from office vs. The crazy criticizing Beirong proton
A Buddhist who eats melon seeds? Nai Shura Field! Bang! Click! ——Purity is mine. Anyone who disturbs me will turn into a shell!
The first assistant, Shen Jinzhi, kicked the door to check the post, but she pushed her back on the table! She pinched the melon seed shell and said lazily: "Master Chief Assistant, can you call me sister to come and listen?"
Copywriting two:
She is not reborn. She woke up.
She is Mei Jingshu.
A name carries the script that makes other people's eyes burn - the eldest daughter of the Hou family, with a peerless appearance, a destined love path that is both bumpy and brilliant, and the protagonist who deserves to be transformed into a phoenix in the midst of intrigue and love.
But she was one step ahead and saw the boring and profound weariness of the ending.
She will no longer act in this flashy and Machiavellian way.
Rebirth? No. Deep hatred? Unnecessary.
The established protagonist of love robbery, the arranged gentle redemption, and the crazy wolf destined to ignite her life, the script called fate, all get out of the way.
She took off her gold-threaded garment and allowed the oil stains to stain her plain shirt.
She gave up her exquisite heart and let the rotten rice burn into her throat.
She broke the locks of the rules and wandered around barefoot and wearing worn-out shoes.
The stage carefully built by the Hou Mansion for the heroine collapsed inch by inch into ruins with no one watching due to her arrogance and indifference.
The world sighs that she is crazy, but she laughs at the world's addiction.
That meager family affection, illusory admiration, and illustrious reputation? They are all bundled with silk threads.
She was like an old dress, stained with mud, but she felt more relaxed than ever.
What she wants is just a corner of unscripted sunshine and a melon seed shell that does not need to be decorated.
When the overwhelming power kicks down the door with determined anger——
What greeted him was no longer the sad, forbearing, or strong heroine in the script.
What he saw was a face with red marks from a nap, a hand deftly spitting out melon seed shells, and a lazy sentence that penetrated the stereotypes of fate:
"Lord Chief Assistant?"
Her smile was like old silk soaked in warm water, soft and waxy, but cutting off the invisible thread inch by inch.
"Behind closed doors, you are still my brother-in-law."
"Come, call me sister?"
Purpose: Protect the inner pure land and run towards physical and mental freedom
