Brother, have you heard of Yanjiapu? If you haven't heard of Yanjiapu, are you still considered a member of the world? What, you don't want to be in the world? Then you have always seen the teahouses, restaurants, and pawn shops with the swallow-shaped logo, and you have heard the rumors about Miss Yan's family.
Miss Yan's mother died when she was born, and she was sent to a nunnery when she was one month old.
When I was twelve years old, I went home for the first time, driving my stepmother to death, driving my younger brother crazy, and driving my father away.
She married the young owner of Feiyu Villa on the fingertips of her body at the age of twenty, but was divorced and sent home after only three days.
From then on, in shopping malls and gaming arenas, not even the current emperor's favorite seventh prince could escape.
If you haven't even heard of these shocking things, you have really spent several years in vain. Ask others, who doesn't know that there is a wicked daughter in the Yan family.
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Scene one:
She glanced sideways at her father's rage and hugged the frightened boy tightly in her arms, "You really don't recognize your brother as your son?"
"Shut up. This bitch is not my son."
"You don't want me to."
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"Okay, that's all." Seeing her calm eyes, Yan Aotian felt that he was getting old, "From now on, you can stay at home and inherit the family business. Your name will be Yan Jinghong."
"Jinghong?" She smiled evilly, "Father, you are late in picking your name. I named myself Xiaoyou. I am Yan Xiaoyou first, and then your daughter Yan Jinghong!"
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Scene two:
"Are you Yu Xiulang, the husband I want to marry? Marrying me does not mean marrying Yanjiabao."
"Okay." He smiled, with her face in his eyes.
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"Xiulang, please wait for me for a year. There is something wrong with the business in the north."
"Okay." He still smiled, faintly, hiding a little loneliness.
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"Xiu, please wait for me for another year. Floods in the south have damaged many shops."
"Okay." He smiled faintly and endured the reluctance in his heart.
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Year after year, when she was auditing accounts in other places, she heard about him taking concubines. So, a wedding dress arrived at the door of Feiyu Villa, and in three days the couple exchanged a divorce note.
"Yu Xiulang, you are my first man, and the only man I can tolerate sharing with others. From now on, you will take care of your Feiyu Villa, and I will take care of my Yanjia Fort. We only talk about business, not romance."
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Scene three:
"I know that Yanjiabao is a tool for the imperial court to control the world. My father asked me to inherit Yanjiabao, so naturally I will inherit the so-called responsibilities." She chuckled, not hiding the calculation in her eyes. "However, this is a bullshit oath made by my ancestors. What does it have to do with me? Whatever you want me to do, as long as it is profitable, of course I will do it. Whoever you want to support, I will help stabilize his power. If you need money for disaster relief, I will just rob him. I will give it to you. You have to keep track of the news in neighboring countries. I can even pass on the emperor's words to you word for word. What I want is the freedom and convenience of trade. Also, don't have any ideas about your Xiaoqi. I have decided on him and will never let him become an emperor. "
The emperor was shocked, pointing at her and speechless.
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Scenario N:
"I said, why are you following me?" She stopped her horse and looked back at the young man who was following her. Could it be that he was so frightened by the fake "Yan Jinghong" that he couldn't even remember the way home?
"If it were you, I could marry you." He blushed and raised his head panting, his lips turned pale by the wind.
She chuckled and looked at his shy appearance, finding it very interesting, "You know martial arts?"
"No." He said. He didn't know why she asked. Does she like people with strong martial arts skills?
"You know, if you want to marry me, you have to be beaten first. Alas, in the past few years, countless people have been beaten to death and crippled. There are a few handsome ones who were beaten into shape, and their faces are still scary to this day."
"I'm not afraid." He said, looking at her timidly, for fear that she wouldn't believe it.
She curled her lips, reached out and pulled him onto the horse, letting him sit in front. "You're not afraid." She smiled and sighed helplessly, it was her who was afraid.
Even the evil girl is afraid of being controlled.
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Smiling proudly in the shopping mall, looking at the world at leisure. This is her, Yan Xiaoyou. What this article records is just her story.
First, the heroine grew up in a nunnery, only listening to Buddhist teachings and not understanding human feelings;
Second, the Dharma that the heroine knows is the equality of all living beings that benefits her, which is what she understands as the equality of men and women;
Third, the nunnery where the heroine grew up was surrounded by a gathering place for bandits and bandits. She mingled among them and became familiar with their "language and culture".
