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The Ghost Face Royal Highness Is My Husband

Zhuo Qingyan, a member of the current generation of special forces, nicknamed Solitary Falcon, had been blown away from her mission and landed on a cliff. When he opened his eyes again, he was like the concubine of the Shang Shu Manor of the Darkhan Empire — the Fourth Miss, a fool. An imperial edict bestowed the marriage to the current emperor's uncle, the Prince of the Ghost Face. With a shake of her body, she became the imperial aunt of the current dynasty. A useless king and a foolish concubine were born a pair. Becoming the king, the sage's assistant patted her chest and said, "If you open the borders, I'll help you expand the land; if you recruit troops, I'll help you train; if you don't have a horse, I'll help you steal one; if you don't have one …" "My beloved concubine, This King has no children …" "Let me help you …" Then, wait a little longer … His Royal Highness was in his prime, so it was not bad for him to be strong. There would definitely be someone to succeed him! However, what she did not know was that she carried a secret. The treasure map that was imprinted on her back was being fought over by various forces. She had also become a 'prey'! Prince, the wangfei has brought people to pick out the Grand Guardian of the Lin Country … [Previous Chapter] [Table of Contents] [Next Chapter] "There are too many people who want to be the overseer, switch!" — — "My prince, the wangfei brought people to beat up the great general of the Northern Jin and hung him naked on a tree." — Well done! He wanted to see how the cold faced bronze masked prince doted on his wife. He could fight for her in this world, but loving her was his treasure.

Zhao Si Xiao Niu · 歴史
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Poetry club(12)

Chapter 300 - Poetry Club (12)

How could Jiang Siyue have known that? She indifferently glanced at him, then reached out and pulled Jiang Yaoer who was seated beside her: "Let's go take a look together."

"Alright." Jiang Yaoer also nodded slightly as she replied. Her curiosity had already been piqued, who would cause this weird little Little Princess to care so much?

They walked out of the private room on the third floor and saw that there were already a lot of people gathered downstairs. In the middle of the room, old mister Zou Yitian was sitting there, his head lowered as he studied a painting that was spread out on the table.

Zhuo Qingyan stretched out her hand to stop Chu Yi Chen, who was about to go downstairs, and raised her head towards the ground: "Looking from here, it seems a bit better."

He walked back to her and put his hand behind her back to hold the fence, just in time to wrap it around her chest, and they looked down.