Red Tent Battle

[Soft, idiotic beauty × cold and ascetic Buddhist + childhood sweetheart + reunion] Wei Qizhu has only done one wrong thing in her life, which is to push away the young man who loves her with her own hands. Three years later, he returned from the bloody journey in northern Xinjiang and became the respected Marquis of Zhenbei. But she had already married someone else. He thought they would never meet again in this life, until the Holy Spirit granted him marriage, and he wanted to marry her most beloved sister. She knelt in front of him, her eyes dim with tears: "Please Lord Marquis, let my sister go." He looked at her condescendingly, the lotus-colored little clothes looming in the candlelight. "Let her go, you stay." The person Wei Qizhu was most afraid of in her life was Zhenbei Marquis Li Xiangshan. As a childhood sweetheart, she thought he was boring and boring; later she saw the disasters with her own eyes, and she regarded him as an evil ghost of Yama. It happened that all the noble ladies in the capital were thinking of him. So she started grabbing. Steal his favor, block his love, and firmly occupy his heart to prevent him from harming others again. But she doesn't know. This spring scenery in the courtyard has always belonged to her only.