[Comprehensive film and television] The daily life of the male god

An Zixuan got out of bed after lying in Cui Shengun's Zhanxing Terrace for a week, not because she didn't want to recuperate, but because she was really hungry!

As an enshrined priest, Cui Zhimeng is extremely dedicated. He surrounds the telescope from morning to night, pondering the little yellow book during the day, pondering the stars in the sky at night, and writing and drawing on the book with a decent appearance. What kind of emperor? Xingziweixing is in a mess, completely forgetting that there is still a patient here. The most important thing is that Cui Shengun is quiet when he is studying, so there is no one waiting at Zhanxing Terrace, and he has to pick up meals by himself, but Cui Zhimeng himself enjoys this kind of life very much. After work, he goes out for a walk to relax his body and mind, so why not do it.

The magic stick was happy, but An Zixuan cried.

As a result of the magic stick, An Zixuan was often unable to eat. By the time Cui Zhimeng brought her the food box from his small world, the food had already cooled down, and she was already too hungry. .

An Zixuan really can't stand the life of being hungry and full every day and chewing cold food every day!

It was another bright and starry night, and Cui Zhimeng started to play with his broken telescope again. An Zixuan waited for him for a long time, but she didn't see him pick up the meal, so she gave up the idea of ​​waiting for the meal.

Doing it by herself, with enough food and clothing, An Zixuan put on a skirt and a coat with great difficulty, took out Cui Zhimeng's waist card from the pocket of the clothes that Cui Zhimeng had thrown aside, and went to forage by herself.

An Zixuan got off the Zhanxing Terrace, and walked to the dining room according to the route in memory. The dining room is on the west side of the harem, not far away, so that when the queens and the princes who have not left the palace to build a mansion can eat Deliver it as soon as possible to prevent the meals from getting cold on the road, and letting the masters eat cold meals is a matter of losing their heads.

But Cui Zhimeng doesn't have this kind of preferential treatment. In order to have excellent vision, Zhanxing Terrace has to avoid the concubines in the harem, so the building is too remote, and it takes a long way to get a meal.

An Zixuan walked all the way panting all the way, clutching her wound and was puzzled. When she sneaked into the dining room to find something to eat, she didn't think the road was so long.

Maybe it's because her injury hasn't healed yet, too weak?

An Zixuan, who deeply felt that she should be treated preferentially by the patient, decided to settle the meal on the spot.

The hot food is in her hand, and it will be cold when she carries it back. She is not stupid!

As for Cui Zhimeng, the elders can't die of hunger, so let him spend the rest of his life with Xingxing.

There are too many court ladies and eunuchs in the harem. An Zixuan was looking for a suitable shelter with a lunch box, and found a ginkgo tree in the courtyard next door. This was the best meal I had since I came to this world, completely ignoring the long-standing black shadow on the Queen's Palace of Chungjuwon behind me.

Wang Zhao looked up at the first-quarter moon gradually hidden in the dark clouds above the sky. The moonlight fell on his face like veil, illuminating the terrifying mask and the dried blood on his face.

He just killed them all before the prince found the hiding place of the killer above the Nuo ceremony.

No tongue, unable to speak, monks who break the precepts will be punished by pulling out their tongues, exempted from monk registration, and regarded as natural killers, and the person who has been taking care of cracking monks for a long time in a low-key manner is the mother who abandoned him—Queen Chungjuwon Liu Shi.

Under the moonlight, the corners of Wang Zhao's mouth turned up, and he laughed at himself. The memories he didn't want to recall were revealed again. He was only four years old that year. In order to prevent his father from remarrying, his mother put a knife on his chest and used his As a threat to his life, he accidentally left a scar on his face. Afterwards, he was sent to the wealthy Jiang family in Gyeongju as a proton, but he held his third brother and fourteenth brother who were also his own in the palm of his hand.

What kind of existence is a proton?

Just an abandoned pawn.

There are countless fathers and princes and grandchildren. He was thrown in Qingzhou and no one cared about him. He was thrown alone on a mountain full of hungry wolves. He didn't remember how many wolves he had cut that day, but he only remembered the blood stains on his body. In the past three years, the mountains and forests have not heard the frightening howling of wolves.

In this troubled world, they have to take up the sword since they were young, and reap fresh lives one by one, otherwise their lives will be reaped by others.

And his mother, the glamorous woman who lives in the magnificent palace behind her, shouldn't she hold him in her arms and comfort him with soft words at this time, feel sorry for him, pity him, and worry about him?Why did she look at him with such disgust?

Knowing that his mother was the murderer behind the murder of the prince, in order to prevent his mother from being harmed, he slaughtered all the broken monks alone, but when he came back, he didn't get a compliment from his mother, but endless indifference and disgust.

She said he was a cruel beast and the smell of blood made her sleepless.

She said that the sound of her mother made her sick as if she was peeling her skin.

She said he was her shame, her blemish.

She said he was not her son.

Did she ever know that these words fell on his heart like a red-hot iron, adding another wound that could not heal to his scarred heart.

When he was full of joy and thought that he could return to his mother's arms, his mother abandoned him again.

He, his third brother, his fourteenth brother and his wife, why can they have fun at their mother's knees, but he has never received a glance from his mother?

Thinking of this, the long-silent anger in Wang Zhao's heart instantly ignited, he flew down the palace, pulled out the long blood-stained knife, and slashed at the ginkgo tree that had grown for nearly a hundred years.

There was a bright light in front of her eyes, An Zixuan was startled, she looked up, the huge tree crown above her head was crumbling, and it was about to hit her head.

"My mother!" An Zixuan threw away the unfinished meal with a yelp, and ran away, looking back while running, the one on the top of the tree who was hacking like crazy seemed to be a murderer without blinking an eye The fourth prince, Wang Zhao?

The huge ginkgo tree had been cut down so that it could no longer be seen. Wang Zhao, who was so angry that he glanced at the ground, saw someone with a panicked face running wildly as if he had seen a ghost. He stroked the mask on his face and sneered. , raised the knife and killed.

Everyone in the world is afraid of me, saying that I am a wolf dog with no humanity, and that I am a Shura from hell, then I will kill you for you to see!

The author has something to say:

I have a sentence that I must say for my mother’s criticism. Recently, the review papers are flying all over the sky, and the author feels exhausted physically and mentally.

And babes, the title is very clear, I'm prostitution, the heroine is an ordinary person, not some upgraded heroine with a gold finger who fucks the villain, don't ask me what the heroine is just in love Such a naive question, yes, she is here to fall in love!