The Tyrant Loves His Enchanting Wife and Dotes on Him

Time travel? What a bloody plot! She, Ling Daimo, doesn't like fantasy, doesn't like watching bloody dramas, and has no love for costumes! But why does Mao want her to time travel? If you want to go back in time, go back in time. After all, you are the Prime Minister's daughter, so your little life should be good. What? Is she an abandoned woman? She is still an abandoned woman who was divorced the day after her wedding! Well, if you abandon your wife, just abandon her, she doesn't care anyway, and regaining her freedom will be more conducive to her enjoying life and teasing beautiful men! But wasn't it true that men were superior to women in ancient times? Why are the hairy men sticking up one by one, two by three, and three by one? Okay, she admitted, feeling secretly happy! I think she is the heir to a distinguished family of traditional Chinese medicine. With a silver needle in her hand, she can cure all the difficult and complicated diseases in the world! I have always lived as I pleased, being sinister is my nature, being cunning is my habit, and I am free and uninhibited! What? Want her to marry? Just kidding, how is that possible? She just wants to make a little money and has never thought about getting married? However, plans never change quickly! See how Ling Daimo fell into the embrace of warmth, from not knowing how to love to slowly learning to love, from being ruthless to being devoted! Fragment one: In the main hall, swords are at war. The absolutely beautiful woman resolutely tore off the sleeve of her right arm, revealing her white jade-like lotus-rooted arm. The bright red cinnabar shined in everyone's eyes. With a faint smile on her lips, the woman approached the man. "Nangong Jingyan, what else do you have to say?" The man's face was as gray as dirt, he stared in disbelief, took two steps back, and murmured, "Impossible, this is impossible!" The woman looked at the man in front of her funnyly. She really didn't understand why Mao's predecessor had such poor taste and fell in love with such a loser! He pressed forward step by step and struck mercilessly, "Now, let's talk about compensation." Yun Danfeng's tone was gentle, but he talked about such a vulgar topic. Everyone in the hall was dumbfounded.