Author: Thirteen pure onesMachine Translation
Only Ji Yuan existed, and there was also a substitute bodyguard.
When Ji Yuan was still the crown prince, the late emperor was obsessed with pills. The Great Xia Dynasty was very chaotic, and people often tried to assassinate JI yuan, wanting to kill him.
At that time, Ji Yuan had disguised himself as a poor scholar, Fu Qingshan.
As for the crown prince, Ji Yuan had always been a bodyguard.
They had two human skin masks. One was JI yuan, and the other was Fu Qingshan.
When Ji Yuan was Fu Qingshan, the bodyguard was the crown prince.
When Ji Yuan was the crown prince, the secret guard was Fu Qingshan. The two of them shared the same identity.
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The people of the Ling Public House were his enemies.
His mother was forced to death by the previous Duke Ling and the Minister of Prime Minister.
Ji Yuan had half of the northwest blood in his body. The previous emperor was absurd, and only JI yuan had many children.
When he was finally made the crown prince, his mother, Hu Ji, was sent a letter by Duke Ling and the Minister of prime minister. They could not let the Hu people become the future empress dowager.
The late emperor gave Hu ji a bowl of poisoned wine and ended Hu JI’s life.
Ji Yuan did not say anything on the surface, but he had always hated state Duke Ling and the Minister of Prime Minister in his heart.
When he ascended to the throne, the minister of Prime Minister died of old age. His son was ignorant and incompetent. Ji Yuan seized the opportunity and sent his family to the northwest.
Next, it was time to go to State Duke Ling’s Public House.
And a few days ago, Ji Yuan was reborn.
From the end of his life, he returned to the day of the talent show.
In his previous life, he took revenge on State Duke Ling’s Public House. He pretended to dote on Ling Wangxi, but in reality, he watched as she was dragged down by the people of State Duke Ling’s Public House and begged in front of him time and time again.
In the end, she was driven mad and tried to bind his heart with witchcraft Gu… …
When Ling Wangxi was worried about him and lost herself, she had already lost everything.
The blood of the people of the Ling Public House spilled all over the street of the vegetable market.
In the Cold Palace, Ling Wangxi hung her neck and also hanged herself.
Ji Yuan took revenge for Hu Ji with his blood and weapons.
And then… …
A cold and lonely life.
It turned out that other than hatred, he really had nothing to live in this world.
After he died and was reborn, he saw the young girl who was like a nutmeg again. That fresh face really seemed like a lifetime ago.
He had really lived another life. Then this time, could he change his way of living?
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Xia Ling had a good sleep.
After she woke up, she tried to contact Hai Hai Hai.
Hai Hai had gone to investigate on its own. Xia Ling had contacted Hai Hai Hai.
The plot was a collapsed plot. The original owner’s memories could only be used as a reference.
Then she would take it one step at a time. After all, the guide was the palace’s Saint. As long as she could enter the palace, everything would be fine.
However, if the demon king was a saint this time, Xia Ling would face a very disgusting point.
Could this big pig trotter keep her virginity like jade.
Didn’t he leave three tokens this time?
What If… … If he went to another palace, wouldn’t Xia Ling’s mission be like being touched by Shi? She wouldn’t want to touch it at all ? ?
She frowned, mentally preparing to give up on the mission.
Xia Ling stood up, and the maidservant helped her dress and comb her hair.
It was already dusk outside.
She sat in front of the Bronze Mirror, and the bronze mirror reflected the young girl’s appearance.
Her eyebrows were like willow leaves, comfortable and elegant. Her eyes were gentle and quiet, and on her plain white face, there was a hint of coldness.
The maidservant served her in a water-green dress. From the waist, the dress was tied with a ribbon. There was a light veil over her shoulders and there was even some bandage around her arms.
This dress was Ling Wangxi’s favorite suhe twined dress. It was tied with a young girl’s slanted bun and a jade hairpin. It was the perfect match for her delicate and graceful figure.
