The Tyrant's Charming Concubine

Yan Xue'er has the same poetry, songs, music, chess, calligraphy and painting; her skin is as white as snow, her face is like a peach blossom, her posture is like a willow tree, and her eyes are like a crescent moon. After a forced kiss, a 16-year-old girl traveled to an unknown dynasty and began her different life in ancient times. Fragment 1: There was a hint of amazement in his eyes, but more of it was a wolfish glow of contempt and anger that wanted to eat the other person, which formed a sharp contrast with his sunny and handsome face. The man waved her hand away, hiding the gleam of surprise in his eyes and the ripples in his heart, and said cold words from his thin lips: "You are dressed so provocatively, you must be the one she sent to seduce me." "You, you" "Aww-" Before he could finish speaking, another scream came from his mouth. It turned out that it was Yan Xueer who held his hand~. Yan Xueer was confused and didn't know what this was, so she thought "?" In her mind. Excerpt 2: Yan Xueer picked up the teacup next to her, took a big gulp, and then sprayed it on Qian Mo Yunlang's head like a spray, euphemistically calling it a set shape. Above the court, everyone's eyes were wide open, and the cold-faced ministers were not as serious as before. If you look closely, you can see that the corners of their mouths and their beards are faintly twitching. "Your Majesty, your..." A certain minister reminded kindly. "Why, does Aiqing have a plan to report?" Qian Moyunlang raised his eyebrows, and a black air sank. "Well, it's nothing. I just want to say that the emperor looks more handsome and heroic today than before!" A certain minister wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, thinking that this may be the emperor's own idea, and it is better not to try to guess the holy will...