Wang Mei: She held the sword in her hand, and the skin on her palm was scratched, and there was burning pain, but she couldn't resist the even greater anger burning in Wang Mei's heart at this time. They all looked down on her, and it was still the same after two lifetimes. Is she, Wang Mei, so easy to bully? You Yan said that he couldn't bear it anymore and there was no need to bear it anymore. He broke away from Sima Xin's hand and shouted angrily: "What does it have to do with you? Get out of here!"
Gongzi Zhuo: His posture in playing the piano was skillful and graceful, with vibrato and overtones. He lowered his eyebrows and sang: "If you don't pick it up and wear it, what will happen to Yu Lan? Days and years, I travel everywhere." The music is full of sorrow and sorrow, and it makes you cry. But what Wang Mei accidentally understood is that today's Gongzi Zhuo has already been well-known. One of the best things in life is to become famous as a young man. Gongzi Zhuo is also highly valued by everyone in the court. What else can he feel sad about?
Sima Ge: He slowly began to feel that Wang Mei was the most beautiful girl in the world. Li Ji and Xue Ji no longer existed in his eyes. He liked Wang Mei's quiet look when playing the piano, and the way she jumped up and down in anger when they quarreled with her. He also liked the way she rode her horse and ran wildly, free and uninhibited. But what he always loved most was when Wang Mei casually called his name: "Sima Ge, why are you so stupid?"
Although every time, he hid the joy in his heart and told her fiercely: "Wang Zhi, I am Your Highness! Mrs. Wang, you have to figure out your identity!"
Xie Luo: "Amei, when you grow up, you must not imitate me. Loving someone is too hard, too painful."
Sima Xin: He turned sideways and looked at her. Wang Mei's stature was a little shorter than that of Jiankang's girl. Only her earlobes were slightly longer. They were hidden under the snow-white mink fur and had a pink color. He could imagine the feeling of pinching her, and it must be thick and soft. Afraid of pinching someone like this, Sima Xin turned his fair face to one side as if to avoid him. There was a very light cinnabar mole under the corner of his left eye, silently tempting him to get closer and closer. Sima Xin unconsciously stretched out his hand: "Do you hate me?"
Zhao Ziduan: He stretched out his index finger and pointed at the beating blood on his neck: "Come on, stab here."
Fourteen: She wants to go to Jiankang, she wants to become stronger, and one day, she will tell everyone that Xiao Qi's death will not be in vain.
In that life, he was the fifth prince she admired the most.
"Brothers and sisters are all filthy, but you are the purest in this palace. In the past, you would call me Fifth Brother."
In that life, he also had a moment of tender affection for her.
"Amei, you are very good like this, really very good."
In that life, he also made a promise to her.
Looking forward to waiting is just a fool's errand.
It's better to burn it all with a fire.
She is the legitimate daughter of a century-old noble family. In her previous life, she was tortured by thousands of emotions and was stepped on by a concubine as an escalator. She achieved prosperity and wealth in other people's lives.
By chance, I was reincarnated back to the 438th year of Yuanxi. At that time, Wang's grandma was ten years old. She received a handwritten letter from Xie's A'luo, inviting her to go to Jiankang. She met Prince Zhuo who had returned from studying in the lower reaches of the south, and the Cui family of Qinghe, a noble family from a poor family.
In this life, Wang Mei vowed not to be raped by anyone, but to live well and seek stability for the rest of her life.
Wealthy families, ministers, and nobles started a bloody war for the throne. This year was destined to be an eventful year.
Luoyang, Wancheng, Xiapi, Jiankang, Jujushan Mountain, Lijiang River, and Dongzhi Desert.
She traveled thousands of mountains and rivers, pursuing love and hatred in this life.
For you, I will open up the world-famous splendor of this life.