Changle Weiyang: Her Royal Highness the Princess Is a Thousand Years Old

"Look at Biluo, Wei Shui is vast." This poem was what he never forgot to murmur when he was confused and haggard. If he could do it again, he swore that he would rather let her go than allow her to jump into the abyss—— "Yang'er, you're back!" "Worship the heaven and the earth" "Two bows to the high hall" "Couple's Worship" The first queen of the Qi Dynasty who almost called the imperial doctor because she was sleeping in bed: "Luo Yinli, you are a scoundrel!" "Do you know that you are now praising other men in front of your own husband?" "Are you jealous?" "I am the emperor, how can I be jealous of my ministers?" "You're just jealous!" "Sleep!" He didn't even take off his coat, wrapped himself in a quilt and turned over. "Hey!" She pushed in disgust: "You haven't taken off your clothes yet!" "Don't take it off! Go to sleep!" "Get up!" "I can't afford it!" "Get up!" "I can't afford it!" "I'm going to throw up!" "Spit!" "I'm so sick!" "What?" "Ugh——" "Hey! Why did you really vomit!" The most difficult thing for an emperor to do is to give her the love of an ordinary person like a commoner. He tried his best to carefully maintain this relationship that should not exist for a year. One year, just one year. "Ah Yang, the hibiscus flowers in Duchuan are in full bloom..." One sound of Ah Yang, a lifetime of Ah Yang, I keep calling your name vigorously, I only hope that I can go to Duchuan with you once in the next life. "Brother," she vowed not to be a bitch like White Lotus or Holy Mother. She held a bloody knife and said fiercely, "I really want to kill you." "Yang'er, if you want to kill me, I'll hand you a knife."