[Beautiful and sinister Thirteenth Master vs. A straight-ball college student with a handsome face]
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She had just traveled to the Qing Dynasty, and Zhao Xiyin had not yet gotten used to the identity of the original owner, so she was pointed out by Kangxi to be the direct descendant of the 13th elder brother Yinxiang.
Isn't it? !
Zhao Xiyin felt like cursing.
Yinxiang's direct descendant, the Jin Zhaojia family, was a famous fertility maniac in history, giving birth to five sons and two daughters.
She is a little girl who loves to look at her abdominal muscles. She has never even touched a man's hand. How can she give birth to so many children?
Whoever likes this bad Fujin should be considered worthy! ! !
You can't avoid it anyway, so it's better to enjoy it in time.
Set up a stage, hire a choir, eat delicious food, read playbooks...
Thirteenth Fujin lived a happy life. Even his fourth brother Yinzhen came to ask about it, and Yinxiang finally decided to go back home.
"Everything you listen to or watch will be punished. Whoever wants to be this bad Fujin should be..."
Before he finished speaking, a very light laugh floated from behind the screen.
The visitor was walking slowly with backlight, and his face was as perfect as a carefully carved work of art.
Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, high nose bone.
Zhao Xiyin's head buzzed.
I told you that Brother Thirteen was so handsome...
Tsk, look at the fuss this has caused...
So Zhao Xiyin changed her past, and used different methods to get closer to Yinxiang every day. When he spoke, her eyes swept over his facial features unceremoniously, and gradually moved down...
Seeing her absent-minded look, her eyes fixed on him, Yinxiang raised his eyebrows slightly: "What did you say you didn't want to be?"
Dang Dang Dang!
How can you say anything harsh to such a pretty face?
Zhao Xiyin swallowed hard and changed her words on the spot: "I like being Fujin the most!"
Small Theater
August 15th, Mid-Autumn Festival Night Banquet.
The fourteenth elder brother Yinqi returned to the court with his troops. The young general looked heroic and high-spirited in armor.
Zhao Xiyin couldn't hold back and took another sneak peek.
Unexpectedly, this small action was caught by Yinxiang next to him.
His eyes darkened and his face became gloomier. He raised his head and drank the wine in the glass.
Turning around, she found Zhao Xiyin staring intently at the white-faced little eunuch pouring wine...
It's night.
As soon as he stepped into the door, Yinxiang grabbed her wrist with his backhand and pressed her against the door frame. The force was so strong that Zhao Xiyin could not break away at all.
He gradually approached and stopped just before a punch from her, his voice low and cold.
"It's only fourteen years old. Now I can't even compare to a little eunuch?"
Reading tips:
⒈The semi-pretended Qing Dynasty is very different from the actual history!
⒉Everything serves the story, this article has both male and female protagonists
Intention: Love life and be positive
