[Gentle and ruffian general?? Black-faced reincarnation prince]
A pure love story about ancient fictional history.
Dead end.
I spent three reincarnations just to save one person.
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When we met again in the third reincarnation, Chang'an Street was bustling with people and flowers were blooming. I met Xu Wenchao again on the street on the Mid-Autumn Festival night. The corners of the man's vermilion robe were fluttering slightly in the wind. The man was sitting on a horse, his figure tall and sloppy. The tenderness between his eyebrows and eyes was mixed with aggression, like a knife quenched with honey, piercing his eyes. Xie Jin stood there in a daze. He didn't even notice that his heartbeat suddenly jumped two beats more.
"Thank you? This name is exciting enough."
Thank you: Wow, you are committing the following crime! ! I will punish you! !
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When the young man arrived in northern Xinjiang despite the wind and snow, his eyes went dark and he fainted. When he opened his eyes again, the sun was shining brightly. The first thing that caught his eye was his lover's smiling eyes, which flashed.
The man was leaning against the door frame, with one hand casually resting on the door lintel. The morning light outlined his clear profile. There was a smile on his lips, but his eyes were full of tenderness, so gentle that it made people panic.
"Your Highness, I'm not that weak yet."
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It's when you're drunk.
Thank you very much: I should stay in the world! Drink a pot of wine!
Xu Wenchao paused in his tracks, shook his head helplessly and amusedly, a smile spread across his eyes, and he sighed helplessly.
"How much did you pour into him? He's so crazy."
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Is the last.
When the world falls apart, we are together.
Blood spattered on Xu Wenchao's face, but he shook his head slightly, bent his eyes and smiled at Xie Jin.
"Your Highness, you have saved me so many times, how could I not know at all?"
Intention: learning
