The Poisonous Lady Confuses the World

*The new pit is open, dear friends, please give me some advice, this is a one-on-one pet article The female protagonist is strong and mean and dares to do anything, while the male protagonist is a black-faced fox who pretends to be white. Although their hearts are not pure, their bodies are absolutely snow-white (wagging their tails), dear friends, please rest assured* A wedding night should be a wonderful beginning. However, he was lying on her half-sister's body and was living her bridal chamber. And she was pushed into the lotus pond by someone's design. Conspiracy? Or a coincidence? When she woke up again, the weakness in her eyes disappeared. What? It had only been three days since she, the official concubine, wanted to take a concubine? That also depends on whether she, the mistress, will agree. Dare to have sex with other women behind her back? OK! The palace was set on fire, and the mistress was pushed into the pool and drank into a toad's belly. Finally, Hugh! She is no longer the eldest lady of the Prime Minister, and she does not disdain any noble princess. She, known as the Prince of Qingcheng in the world, runs her own small restaurant and engages in the business of information in the world. Who says women should behave themselves and behave themselves according to the three obediences and four virtues? Pull them out and kill them with a stick. Who said women should be shy and wait for their husbands to pick them, pull them out, and castrate them? Who said that if a woman loses a man, she should cry and cry to death, and take him to Qingcheng Wuer and let the girls train him. Chapter Xiaolu 1: "I heard that Mr. Qingcheng's skills are top-notch. I wonder if I can give it a try?" Shuiyan's eyes were fixed on the flow of people in front of her, and her jade-like fingers had already reached towards the clothesline. Qingcheng glanced at him, raised her hand to slap it away, and lowered her head: "No time." "But people think..." "I'll give it to you tonight..." "But now I think..." He pulled up his sleeves and shook them, pulling them. . . . Finally, hiss. . . . Broken Qingcheng got angry and shouted: "I told you I'll give it to you tonight, are you bothered?" "You... You are cruel to me..." He bit his cherry lips lightly, and his pair of colored contact lenses were filled with mist, which made people feel pity for him. She reluctantly took off her painting-specific robe. "I'll get it for you now, okay." I walked into the kitchen depressed and stirred the flour as if to vent my anger. Humph, isn't it just to eat a pumpkin pie? Why rush. . . . (Students who want to be crooked should face the wall by themselves, hahahahaha)