The Pride of the Red Dust

"Feng Ao Hong Chen" address: http://read. Xxsy. Net/info/245538. Html Introduction The floating clouds lead to songs, and the beauty is proud of the mortal world. The phoenix of Nirvana is dyed white with frost. How many times, in her dreams at midnight, she just wanted to catch someone. How many times, the night was as cold as water, and she fell asleep embracing the cold air. How many times her memory ached, and she bit her red lips gently and let tears flow into her heart. Even though her heart was riddled with holes and bleeding, she would still raise the corners of her mouth coquettishly, with deep hatred flashing in her bottomless eyes. If you can't refuse pain, why not enjoy it? ! She will remember it, she will always remember it! I remember that the reason why her heart is still beating is to prove that she is in pain, and to one day personally end the life of the person who caused her to lose all her relatives! But when he shows up... Everything is off track... It seems that they are destined to be entangled. Whether it's love or hate, we can't escape everything. Who wins and who loses in this battle of revenge? Who has lost his heart and love? She did everything she could to get revenge, but what awaited her was... "My life and death in the past few years have been exchanged for a glass of poisonous wine." He was charming and charming, with a layer of sadness in his eyes. The woman he loved most... "Little Leopard, no matter what your identity or status is now or in the future, I want just you. My hands keep wandering around Nangong Yan's face." Nangong Yan stared at the prodigal son in front of him, the anger in his eyes was enough to burn the people in front of him to ashes. As a guard, he could only watch the son of the Prime Minister holding the hand of his beloved woman and moving around without any care in his sight. But with his low status, what else can he do besides just staring at her while she sleeps? "With the hand of a beloved son, I will grow old with you. You are the only one in my life. If I lose you, my life will lose the meaning of existence." He, handsome and elegant, picked a rose from the rose tree next to him and inserted it into the tips of her inky hair. Desire for power, beauty? Who hung that love thread? Hatred, kindness? Who set that trap? The world is just a game of chess, no one knows who will win or lose. Only she, that woman as indifferent as a chrysanthemum, remains the same... See how the heroine grows from a simple girl to a dominant player. —————————————————————————————— Shangguan Xuan, the daughter of the prime minister. It is rumored that the daughter of the prime minister is the most beautiful woman in Kyoto, and she is the most beautiful woman in Kyoto. Unfortunately, no one has seen Miss Shangguan. It is rumored that Miss Shangguan is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting. She is a rare talented woman. It is rumored that Miss Shangguan is the crown prince appointed by the emperor. It is rumored that getting Miss Shangguan is equivalent to conquering the world. It is rumored... Two souls share one body. She is "she" but not "her". Let's see how the heroine plays with the mortal world. She is quirky, naughty and cute. "She" is cold and heartless, heartless and loveless. Male protagonist Leng Linglie, the current prince Fragment 1 Leng Linglie picked up the bright red wedding dress on the bed, looked at the empty new house, and said in his mouth: "Xuan'er, you are mine, and I will never let you go until I die." Pure and pure, cold killer Clip 2 Qing Jue stood lonely outside the door, looking at Xuan'er who was smiling like a flower, and said: "Xuan'er, my heart only beats for you. " Murong Ye, owner of Murong Villa Fragment 3 Murong Ye held Xuan'er in his arms and said quietly: "Ningshuang, you are finally back. I know you can't forget me so you came back to find me, right?" Feng Wuhen, Lord Flame Fragment 4 Feng Wuhen hugged the beauty left and right, not forgetting Xuan'er sitting beside him, and stretched out his claws to Xuan'er. Come on, Xuan'er, beauty, give me a fragrance.