An exchange of substitutes, a game of power between two superb men.
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She was just the prime minister's daughter with the same name as his beloved woman, but she was involved in the power. With a marriage certificate, she became his Princess Jin - a newlywed and abandoned concubine.
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But she was just a piece of piano music before the Ten Thousand Flowers Festival, but unfortunately she was favored by the emperor. She became the late imperial concubine respected by thousands of people in the harem - she was loved by thousands of people.
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He abandoned his princess and played the flute every night, just for the beautiful woman who gracefully expressed joy within the palace walls.
He said, "One day, as long as I, King Jin, are here, you will have a perfect harem for the rest of your life."
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And under his careful, wise and smiling face, the pampering in the harem is just a game, but he is only worried about the beauty he has met.
He picked up her Rouyi, placed a kiss on her stunned eyes, and said with a smile, "The day when the cold plum blossoms are about to bloom is the time when you can enter the palace leisurely."
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Under that ray of dim light, who cut off the brocade robe and wrapped the injured woman's wrist bone injury, with a warm smile, overturned the beautiful scenery of the city.
Under the smoke and sand that filled the city, he pointed at the woman facing the sword on the city wall and smiled indifferently, "It doesn't matter if she is my princess. I, Feng Lingyi, have women all over the imperial city. If you want to take her life, you can do whatever you want, but there is no need to discuss it with me!"
But a few years later, in that troubled world, who looked at her children and husband beside her, smiling sadly, "If I hadn't abandoned you back then, would it be me, King Jin, Feng Lingyi, who you are leaning against today?"
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Who has loved whom?
Who retained whose interest?
Above the splendid rivers and mountains, how can the woman with a lonely soul float over to survive, and how can she escape from the layers of identity barriers...
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Asking for flowers, asking for collection, asking for motivation... Rolling. . Crawl away. .
