The Princess Hates Marrying Me. My Husband Is a God.

Being raptured to heaven, well, you can also take a one-day trip to heaven, and be given a marriage. Can we discuss that heavenly king? She was the disciple he created with his own hands, but he destroyed her with his own hands! If there is always an unfulfilled love in life, can he recall the soft whisper in the frosty moonlight? Is that pot of sake and a sad song still the same as before? In the dead of night, has he really never felt guilty? He is the emperor of Tianzhu with a clear breeze and bright moon, and his smile is like the moonlight pouring down. As cold as frost, yet burdened with a lifetime of guilt and guilt. He said: "She is my disciple, connected by blood with me!" The first time he met her at a thousand-year-old tree, she drank a pot of sake from him! The second time, he and she met by chance at a night banquet, and she was teased by him in public! The third time, no, she doesn't want a third time. She is the crown prince and concubine destined by the emperor, how can she have anything to do with him? However, if love is left to others, how could she not forget these three lives? He is the cold and evil prince of the heaven, and when he raises his sword eyebrows, he shows all kinds of evil charms, but what he looks out of those charming eyebrows is always his most beloved woman. He said: "You are the person chosen by my father. You really don't know what to say!" He grew up with her, was her personal bodyguard, and spent the most beautiful childhood with her. He said: "I will protect you, that is my life's duty!" Small theater: One: On the roots of the fairy tree, vines twisted and spiraled up, covering the entire fairy tree with a layer of white flowers. The crown of the fairy tree was so huge that it seemed to cover the entire sky under its shade. From the shade of the trees, small fireflies with only light flew out from time to time. One by one, they played and chased the small flowers on the vine. It was so beautiful, as if all the stars in the sky had fallen, shining brightly in front of my eyes. On a huge branch of the fairy tree, a man was standing barefoot with his back to me. The moonlight shone diagonally on the man's body through the gaps in the branches, covering his body with layers of glow. With his back to me, he stood quietly on the tree, his white clothes swaying slightly in the breeze, as if he was enveloped in the cold moonlight. Her long hair was spread casually, reaching as far as her ankles. In her cool white clothes, she looked like a waterfall flowing into the deep valley, reflecting thousands of brilliance. What kind of man is that? Just one back view is enough to make one unforgettable for the rest of his life! Two: The sky in the Thirty-Sixth Heaven has always been a bit dark, so the huge Bodhi tree in Tianyao Pond is dotted with several luminous pearls as big as pebbles, which reflect the sparse Buddha flowers on the ground and make them crimson. Under the soft light, in the sea of ​​crimson flowers, a man in a light robe slowly walked toward us step by step with crimson feet on the ground. He was wearing a simple yet elegant moon-white gown, with pieces of black bamboo embroidered on the hem. His movements were like the wind blowing through the bamboo forest, swaying in the air, leaving afterimages on the ground. A cool breeze blew from nowhere, gently lifting the corners of his white clothes and long hair that reached his ankles, flying up and down behind him, like the understatement of an ink painting by the artist, and he was the most intense and colorful stroke! That face is noble, extremely elegant, the corners of the eyes are slightly raised, and there is a faint smile on the corners of the lips. He is smiling and looking this way. Just one glance is enough to make people admire him and give him a sense of self-admiration! Wasn't such a noble and unparalleled man the immortal in white that night?