The concubine of a sixth-grade official's family had twin sons. At sixteen, her aunt forced her to marry a wealthy man who wandered around the place where fireworks were played. Her husband died on a willow tree just after he turned twenty-five. Life was full of ups and downs. Ling Zixue originally wanted to be a widow with his eight-year-old twin, but his aunt interfered to send her away and forced him to remarry.
This time it was a fifth-grade military attache who had fought all the way up in the Northwest Army. It was said that he was gloomy, taciturn, and bloodthirsty. He had a violent personality that would kill anyone who stood in his way. Ling Zixue had no choice but to comb her temples and put on a haori. She could only console herself that his life was already a toilet, and no matter how dirty it was, he could not become a row of toilets.
On the wedding night, the red candles were shining, and they were drinking wine. The second-married husband stood stunned in front of him for a long time, as if he was afraid of disturbing a beautiful dream, and said drunkenly: "Ten years ago, you were the one I loved."
"It's been ten years, and I can finally get what I want." After saying this, he lifted his hijab, and the brocaded mandarin duck red silk fell to the ground. In the dim light of the candle, Ling Zixue saw a handsome young man who was as tall and powerful as a pine or cypress.
Youth is in full bloom, as bright as the stars.
Ling Zixue:? ? ?
If you have this condition, why would you marry me?
In the past, the moon on the branches and the snow on the top of the clouds had long fallen to the world and were filthy, but there was still a bright moon in his heart. Now, he could finally hold the bright moon in his arms, and his long-cherished wish was fulfilled.
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Warm reminder: 1. Attack is three years younger than receiving
2. After attacking Hui, he became the Marquis of Zhenyuan, and he was granted the title by his military merits.
3. There is a child in front of you
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