Sleeve the world, mourning melody

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Title of the book: Sleeves embrace the world, and the song of mourning is long

Author: Qi Xi

Copywriting

Hypocritical version copy:

Yi Mo [sitting on the ground, pulling petals]: Nian'er doesn't want me because of her family...

Ling Cheng [grabs the flowers and continues to talk]: Yi'er doesn't even take my husband seriously...

Yi Mo [turns head]: Your Majesty, then we are similar.

Ling Cheng [gets up, smashes the jīng leaf on her head, snorts coldly]: Who is similar to you! (Heart sighs: If only I were you...)

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Mouth-twisting version of the copy:

The siege of the country, the king's son

But who knows that it is the two women beside him who control the situation of the world.

Beloved, cousin, when they linger, who will treat him sincerely, and who will accompany him to see all the flowers?

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Women in men's clothing, with guns and horses

Whose world is the tenderness and passion for watering?

Once in a while,

The puzzle is broken, the abandoned children are left behind,

Love is hard to rest, righteousness is not broken,

Wrong to pay the sincerity and Huanian,

Who sighs!

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childhood sweetheart or childhood sweetheart,

May reduce deliberate injury and deceit,

Can it be exchanged for Yiren's sincerity...

When the rain is gone, how can the cold heart warm up

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general, empress, prince, concubine

The process is a four-cornered love

The direction is lily + romance

The plot is very clichéd, bloody, and slow to heat up

I want to try to write nüè love essays under the guise of scheming, but I don't know if it will succeed or not...

PS

Short and medium stories, no pitfalls, not a perfect ending... (whisper: must be worthy of the name)

Content tags: Palace marquis disguised as a man

Search keywords: Protagonist: Yi Mo, Shen Nian (Sima Zi) ┃ Supporting roles: Ling Sheng, Xiao Jingyi (Mo Xi) ┃ Others: soy sauce 1234...

☆, afterwards

The room is silent, with a touch of sandalwood floating leisurely, and a little sunlight is readily included by the hollowed-out carved window, leading to the fir floor, and then, the scene that originally belonged to the window-the plum blossoms blooming on the branches are reproduced exactly.

Under the brocade quilt on the sleeping bed, there is a tall and tall figure.The morning light moved lightly, and the soft beam diffused towards the edge of the tent.According to what can be seen outside, the person lying on the bed only wears unlined clothing and his complexion is pale. The originally thin figure and blood-depleted complexion are reflected in the light morning light and become paler, even a little hazy and unreal.

There was a person sitting quietly in an armchair under the window. The woman was dressed in light yellow and had picturesque features. She held a book in her bare hands, covering most of her face.

The figure of the person lying on the bed moved slightly, stretched out a slender arm from under the quilt, groped to the edge, turned his hands down, and sat up.Blindfolded, he looked at the furnishings in the house in the backlight.The first thing that catches the eye is the light pink curtain, and the three sides of the carved bed are decorated with extraordinary decorations.Looking closer, he saw that his body was covered with a brocade quilt of the same color embroidered with the pattern of begonias, the stitches were dense, and his body was made of mahogany soft bed. With a clearer mind, he thought to himself, this is definitely not an ordinary guest room or the hardwood bed that I am used to. !The man turned sideways suddenly, squinted his eyes to look at the interior layout, and when he noticed someone in front of the window, he turned his head to look in a daze.

When the woman put the scroll lightly on the table in hand, the man lying on the bed lifted up in astonishment, faced the window, and knelt down on one knee with bare feet, "Yi Mo is incompetent, Miss Lao is heartbroken, but please punish me."

The woman looked down at the man standing upright and bowing her head in front of her eyes, her eyes were always fixed on the bright red streak on the thin shoulders. Hearing this, she turned her eyes to the top of the man's head, with a sneer on the corner of her mouth, "Oh? , the hero saves the beauty, draws the sword injustice, what is wrong with it?"

"I don't dare." The kneeling man was straight, but his eyes only stayed on the fine pattern on the edge of the blanket, "I acted in private, against the young lady's will, the crime is one; to fail the teacher, to neglect the young lady's cultivation, the crime two Also; causing disaster, and even risking implicating the family, the three crimes." Regardless of the sharp eyes of the superior, he continued calmly, "Punishment for several crimes, I am willing to bear it all, please spare my brother .In the next life, I would like to be your dog and horse again."

The woman on top of her turned her head away, looked at the corner of the bed through the light gauze tent, half-closed her eyes, and said coldly, "I will replace the patriarch that day, conceal the past of your siblings, and keep your military position and Think about the setbacks and twists and turns of your younger brother's fame. I have cultivated you two with all my heart, but am I going to destroy you when you are in charge of one side!" The woman burst into flames when she said this.

The man kneeling on the ground moved forward a few steps, still bowing his head, "Miss Xie's grace of not killing, please punish me, I will never say anything else!"

"Punishment?" The woman sneered, and looked coldly at the person in front of her, "Well, since you insist on doing this, I won't do what you want... I will punish you and not allow you to step into the Spring Tower again! Otherwise ... Yi Yan has no power to bind his chicken, if he encounters the predicament you were in last night, would he be able to have God's blessing and get out of it?"

The kneeling man's arms trembled, he said nothing, and kowtowed goodbye after a while.

The woman flicked her sleeves angrily, walked quickly to the bed, and lifted the brocade quilt eager to prove something, and after a while, her whole body exuded an unbearable anger.

She called out before the man opened the door, "Imo! Don't forget what you said, your life is mine!"

The person who was stopped had his eyes darkened, and replied calmly: "I will never forget."

When the man went out, the person in the room frowned, hearing the steady steps in the courtyard gradually drifting away, sat down on the edge of the bed angrily, clutching a corner of the brocade quilt tightly in his hand.

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Yi Mo was wearing the plain long gown that he received at the gatehouse of Sima's Mansion. He had just turned around the corner when he raised his eyes and saw a figure looking around in a panic outside the General's Mansion.Before she could reach the gate of the mansion, the little girl threw herself into her arms in surprise and joy after seeing her, raised her head and cried and laughed at her, "It's great, you're finally back."

Yimo Wenyan comforted the trembling person in his arms, "It's okay, let's go back first."

The person in his arms took a step back, bit his lower lip lightly, with tears in his eyes, "You're hurt."

Yi Mo chuckled as if nothing happened, and gently brushed her tears with fingers, "How do you know?"

The little girl snorted softly, took her hand and left, "Of course I know how much I've seen! Go back and get some medicine!"

Yi Mo suffered from pain and let out a "hiss".

The little girl turned around, loosened her hands, and asked nervously, "Did it hurt you?"

Yi Mo shook his head again, picked up the little girl's shoulders and walked into the mansion, talking and laughing casually as usual, his peaceful expression concealed many emotions, and he didn't notice that when the people around him looked at her, they were half surprised and half worried .

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"Miss." Yue Ling strode into the bedroom, glanced around, and walked straight to the bed with the medicine box.

"Get out." The woman leaned on the couch with her eyes closed, clutching a corner of the quilt tightly, with a dejected expression on her face.

Yue Ling caught a glimpse of some bright red on the corner of the quilt, and exclaimed: "Miss, your injury!"

"No problem. Get out!" The hand holding the corner of the quilt was tightened again, and the tone of the words sank again.

"Yes." Yue Ling nodded, and before leaving, she insisted on placing the medicine box on the table by the window, and raised her brows when she saw the book—when she came to deliver the medicine last night, she clearly saw the book spread out on the table. This page is still here?When she was in a trance, she heard her own lady whispering: "She... has she gone back?"

Yue Ling turned around and replied respectfully: "Yes. I took the outer shirt at the porter."

"What about that person?"

Yue Ling has been with her young lady since she was a child, and she knows about [-]% of her exquisite thoughts, so she directly replied: "I waited all night."

The woman's eyelashes lashed out, and she asked in a deep voice, "How about this morning?"

"Wait outside the mansion." Yue Ling told the situation one by one when the spies came to report just now.

"Okay." The woman opened her eyes, her expression was sullen, and she paused every word: "It really is harmony..."

Yue Ling hesitated to speak, and sighed secretly in her heart. She was about to step back and go out when she heard the young lady say indifferently: "Take the things away."

"Miss……"

Unable to respond for a moment, Yue Ling had no choice but to pick up the medicine box and exit the door.

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In a secret courtyard on the outskirts of Beijing, more than ten young girls gathered under the hall. Judging by their appearance and dress, they were all masters of martial arts. The girls were divided into two rows facing the front and two sides of the hall. Nodding his head and shouting: "Palace Master!"

The woman in white stepped up the stairs, put herself on top, frowned slightly, and flicked her hands lightly, "If the water stays, the rest will be scattered."

When there were only two people left in the hall, Ruoshui knelt down and pleaded guilty, "This subordinate is ineffective in doing things and ruining the palace master's plan!"

"Really? So you still remember who I am and who you are." The people in the hall folded their sleeves and chuckled, "I still, you only remember that little general."

"Subordinates dare not!" Ruoshui fell to the ground.

"I hope so." The woman in white closed her smile, her face sinking like water, "Tell me what happened after she went to Chunyi Building last night."

"Yes." Ruoshui raised his head after prostrating again, knelt down on the ground, and said eloquently.