The King of Rebirth Shakes

In the previous life, her status as a legitimate daughter allowed her stepmother to enjoy a pampered life, and enabled her husband to vent his anger and personal hatred. In the end, her mother was beaten to death with a stick after separation. When she opened her eyes again, she returned to the time when she was born. It turned out that the kind-hearted mother died with hatred, and the stepmother used tricks to make her husband turn against her. All of this comes from a word of love. Jun Yao learned from the lessons of his previous life and stayed out of it. When I am free, I plant flowers and grass and travel around. I smile and watch the clouds rise and fall. I sit on the mountain and watch tigers fight. "Miss, my wife is haunted by ghosts, and she talks about her all day long." "It doesn't matter, she's grounded." "Miss, my wife was caught and raped in bed." "It doesn't matter, divorce her." "Second Master Zhao bought a mansion to give to the lady." "Well, we'll move there tomorrow." "The Eighth Prince has come to propose marriage with the betrothal gift." "Accept the betrothal gift and drive the person away." "Miss, something is wrong! The emperor wants to point you out to the Ninth Prince." "I'm engaged." So the generals and princesses, who were both beautiful and intelligent, married the King of Northern Xinjiang, a cowardly and seriously ill man known to everyone in the Wei Kingdom. I thought that after my husband, who was suffering from illness, passed away, I could live a comfortable and comfortable life, but it turned out to be the opposite. The King of Northern Xinjiang was duplicitous and scheming, so this girl never tired of performing secret warfare, lurking, and seducing people. "Princess, the prince has ordered you to take care of the beauties who are paying tribute." As a result, a famous Hongxing Chuqiang Tower in northern Xinjiang was grandly established. "Princess, the emperor has appointed a new concubine for the prince." So, she set up nine in a row for her own enjoyment. In the end, he had to surrender: "It's a pity that my concubine's talents are not used on ideas. Why don't you help me to help my husband? If we can share the country, how about you and me?" "If you win the world, set me free. How about that?" "... Deal." He galloped his horse and whip, and rushed towards the countryside where the three colors of the lake were beautiful and pleasant. Her long-cherished wish always infected him.