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Last night, the west wind withered the green trees. I climbed up to the tall building alone and looked across the road to the end of the world. In her "last life" she was framed and "dead" She has already firmly established herself as the princess and the mistress of the palace. Unexpectedly, the mistress was abandoned by her relatives and friends, her lover was betrayed, and she was thrown into the lonely soul manor by a bunch of unscrupulous servants. No one cared for her, and no one knew about it. "This slave can really see it! She is the princess, the eldest lady of the palace!" "Impossible! She is obviously dead! Right!?" Cheng Wanjing roared at her hysterically Unexpectedly, she raised his eyebrows with a sly look on her face "Your Majesty, come and be safe!" "How can you still be alive?" "I'm already alive! What are you talking about, Your Majesty!" Xiao Jinyu smiled slightly and said to her, "It's a pity..." What's the pity for, Master? It's a pity that you are not her, you are not Shen Qingyuan Oh ~ Since I am not Shen Qingyuan, let me ask Mr. Xiao to tell me who I am? "You are Su Hengzhi, right?" "Yes! I am Su Heng Zhi, the legitimate daughter of the Su family! I married the princess directly, and everyone said that I would not obey. Women's commandment, do not just follow the law of heaven and be fair, and do not follow the example of the common women in the world, and be obedient and self-sufficient, but I don't! I live for myself, not for others, I am who I am, I live for Su Hengzhi, and I live for Shen Qingyuan, I want to leave behind the stigma, spread justice, and spread the beautiful mountains and rivers, and the moon will be fine. "

##Shabaitian bravely enters the gossip workplace: My immediate boss is a cedar-flavored thug. "I have been chasing you, the giant Buddha, for so long. Doesn't it still meet your standards for choosing a spouse?" Tang Rucheng still couldn't figure out why she didn't like him. "I'm... Not sure." Jiang Huaiyin was in her prime, but she had been dazzled by love many times early. So when she first entered the workplace, she listed a series of "Standard Terms and Conditions for Independent Women in the Workplace to Choose a Spouse" and counted them in detail. No more, no less, a total of forty clauses. Two years later... Today - "I'm sorry, although I haven't woken up yet..." She dozed off for a day, "Since you chase me. It's been a long time, and now it's time for me to change." She touched the loose balls on her head and smiled shyly, "Now! I'll chase you!" She said one word at a time. The wind was very strong tonight, and her untied balls blew away, and her natural yellow hair looked particularly flamboyant and bright under the moon. From that moment on, he slowly became convinced that he no longer liked her, but loved her.