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The Secret of Beauty in the Palace
Ancient Romance深宫美人谋
Qianmohan
What she seeks is his heart, and what he seeks is the world. In the end, he seduced her and she ruined his heart. The warm years of supporting each other were torn apart without a trace by the light of swords! To live up to the world, I would rather lose to Qing, to win the throne, but to lose her friendship in the end. The fleeting years are meager, and the troubled times lead to tragedy. She wants her heart, but he only wants her life. It's late autumn again, and the branches are covered with heavy flowers. The world seems to be washed by water. Everything is clear at a glance, and there is no need to guess who is more ruthless than whom. The emperor's career is like a painting, and he has the world at his disposal. His low sobs melted into the light wind and became fragmented: I am willing to hand over this country to you. Can you only accept my request and never leave me? Thousands of years of loneliness collapsed because of this sentence, and she was defeated. She burst into tears: "What use do I, a prostitute, have to do with your country?" In a trance, time stopped, and the years were quiet, just like meeting her for the first time.
What she seeks is his heart, and what he seeks is the world. In the end, he seduced her and she ruined his heart. The warm years of supporting each other were torn apart without a trace by the light of swords! To live up to the world, I would rather lose to Qing, to win the throne, but to lose her friendship in the end. The fleeting years are meager, and the troubled times lead to tragedy. She wants her heart, but he only wants her life. It's late autumn again, and the branches are covered with heavy flowers. The world seems to be washed by water. Everything is clear at a glance, and there is no need to guess who is more ruthless than whom. The emperor's career is like a painting, and he has the world at his disposal. His low sobs melted into the light wind and became fragmented: I am willing to hand over this country to you. Can you only accept my request and never leave me? Thousands of years of loneliness collapsed because of this sentence, and she was defeated. She burst into tears: "What use do I, a prostitute, have to do with your country?" In a trance, time stopped, and the years were quiet, just like meeting her for the first time.
The Secret of Beauty in the Palace
Ancient Romance深宫美人谋
Qianmohan
What she seeks is his heart, and what he seeks is the world. In the end, he seduced her and she ruined his heart. The warm years of supporting each other were torn apart without a trace by the light of swords! To live up to the world, I would rather lose to Qing, to win the throne, but to lose her friendship in the end. The fleeting years are meager, and the troubled times lead to tragedy. She wants her heart, but he only wants her life. It's late autumn again, and the branches are covered with heavy flowers. The world seems to be washed by water. Everything is clear at a glance, and there is no need to guess who is more ruthless than whom. The emperor's career is like a painting, and he has the world at his disposal. His low sobs melted into the light wind and became fragmented: I am willing to hand over this country to you. Can you only accept my request and never leave me? Thousands of years of loneliness collapsed because of this sentence, and she was defeated. She burst into tears: "What use do I, a prostitute, have to do with your country?" In a trance, time stopped, and the years were quiet, just like meeting her for the first time.
What she seeks is his heart, and what he seeks is the world. In the end, he seduced her and she ruined his heart. The warm years of supporting each other were torn apart without a trace by the light of swords! To live up to the world, I would rather lose to Qing, to win the throne, but to lose her friendship in the end. The fleeting years are meager, and the troubled times lead to tragedy. She wants her heart, but he only wants her life. It's late autumn again, and the branches are covered with heavy flowers. The world seems to be washed by water. Everything is clear at a glance, and there is no need to guess who is more ruthless than whom. The emperor's career is like a painting, and he has the world at his disposal. His low sobs melted into the light wind and became fragmented: I am willing to hand over this country to you. Can you only accept my request and never leave me? Thousands of years of loneliness collapsed because of this sentence, and she was defeated. She burst into tears: "What use do I, a prostitute, have to do with your country?" In a trance, time stopped, and the years were quiet, just like meeting her for the first time.