Wedding Blessing

One sentence introduction: A large-scale scripted killing story in which a pure man takes the place of his deceased sister and marries to the grassland, and the story goes awry... [Reading warning] A man disguising himself as a woman is a Machiavellian tactic. There is no deliberately kitsch plot. The story is not an immediate slap in the face. The plot is serious and the writing style is old-fashioned. Those who don't like long-term layout should choose this with caution. Serious version: If you can hide your clumsiness for a lifetime, you can have a peaceful life "Sister, I am not a wise king." If Zhu Jingyuan had understood this truth earlier, life and death, life and death, life and death, he would not have stepped into the royal court of Yali. A man disguising himself as a woman to get married is risking the disdain of the world. Happy seventeenth year, winter His aloof father only glanced at him in Qianyuan Hall This is the first time he has seen his biological father since he grew up. Emperor Hengqing only said one sentence "You are not worthy to be my third son" How unworthy is he? Yaliben will never be able to get this answer after he is gone. But fate favors bad people. His sister's appearance has only grown to fifteen years old, and the flowers that have not bloomed have withered like this. To avenge him, he had no choice but to sneak into the royal court of Yali, circle with the tribe, gather the generals of his ancestors, balance the aristocratic families, and promote the poor families. But before he came to the Ninth Five-Year Plan, he stopped. He doesn't want to be the emperor, he just wants to use the blood of the family to sacrifice this pearl "But, sister, I'm so tired..." In the past, he thought that living meant finding enemies, ascending to high positions, and conquering the world. But later Zhu Jingyuan realized that he was so wrong Maybe my sister is still alive, and a rich man can't do it alone, but an idle prince can always do it. In the next life, I will be a wandering cloud and wild crane, or a horse, a wild horse is fine, and I will carry my sister to the grassland...