Prince, Please Don't Make Trouble

A confused otaku girl traveled through time and became the concubine of a prime minister who married into the royal palace. However, the identity of this concubine seems a bit mysterious. The seemingly calm surroundings are actually undercurrents, grievances in the rivers and lakes, disputes in the court, disputes in the four kingdoms, and changes in the situation without bloodshed... This was an eventful time, and she wanted to go back in a hurry. She raised her arms and shouted: I want to go back! I found a friend who was also a time traveler and worked together to study the way back home. I was very smart in my calculations, but the little emperor uncle who I was today didn't seem to be very happy about it. His little eyes were green and full of resentment. He said: "Between husband and wife, it is better to be more intimate..." She hid. He said: "My husband is a man who knows how to be humble and cherish his wife." She was speechless. He said: "I just want to spend this short life with you by my side." She was silent. ** The world is dangerous and life is short. I originally wanted to spend my life as a soldier, but you made me think of choosing a place to settle down. People's hearts are unpredictable, and you can't tell your sincerity by looking at your skin and listening to your sounds. I belong to a distant place, but you are holding me back from returning. ** 1: Above the main hall, a certain woman was playing the guqin very badly, and suddenly the string instrument beside her made a clanging sound. Looking up, I saw that the emperor's uncle, Prince Jin, was walking towards me with a smile and a pipa in his arms. Everyone in the audience looked at each other in confusion. Prince Jin even played the pipa. What else could he do? Of course, applause! Bang bang bang bang—— The next day in the capital: "When you marry, you should marry the prince of Jin. If you dote on your wife like that, you are just tipsy!" Many married young women tore countless silk handkerchiefs to pieces, and the owner of the silk handkerchief grinned. * 2: On the spacious official road, in the running carriage, the man tried his best to hug the beauty as he wished, and he was moving his hands and feet. The woman refused: "Your Majesty..." The man was dissatisfied and educated his young lady: "You must call me husband! I said before that I have to change my words and cannot call you prince." After a long while, the woman said two words: "Master..." … Let me be my master, one day I will make you willing to call me husband, hum! ** "Pa--" The gavel slapped, let's start talking today! This is a story of marrying first and then falling in love more and more. It is a story about a prince's husband and his wife's experience in the rivers and lakes, building a city and guarding the people. This is a story without infinite golden fingers and green tea bitch. This is a story about the beauty of emotion and the helplessness of life... Please click "click to read" for more details. The female protagonist is a growth type, and the male protagonist is a dedicated type. The writing style is slow-burning and slow-burning. A strong bond is created over time. I just want to write a beautiful story. This article is serious yet twitchy, warm yet sadistic. The ancient martial arts and magic spells mentioned in this article are nonsense, and any similarity is pure nonsense. Without further ado, sir, please come in, walk through the front door, and eat melon seeds and snacks casually. When you like it, don't ask for rewards, just keep it as a collection. I'm here, the author, and I'll bow and thank you.