She is the humblest concubine in the palace and looks down on them at night.

The male and female servants in the palace are like clouds, but he looks on coldly.

She is the lowest-ranking maid-in-waiting in the palace and acts as a slave in the palace.

The concubines competed for favor and beauty, and many beautiful faces and bones withered in front of them, such as blood and tears that day.

She, from a concubine to a maid-in-waiting to a favorite, is just his word and a belief.

I didn't expect that belief to be like a passing cloud. He personally destroyed the queen of the world.

She is the princess of national subjugation, the love of san huang, but she can only be a princess for life.

When love and power collide, which is more important?

Tea is a bloody battle in the palace of power conspiracy, and how the female host rises and falls in the bloody killing.

This was a dream eleven years ago.

This is a palace drama, where you can see beautiful women gathering and princes competing for supremacy.

This is a tactical book, which is thought-provoking and enlightening.

This is a love bible, and you can feel the pain and happiness that you are deeply willing to.

This is a classic that interprets beauty and nobility.

This is a novel full of the power of love. All the girls will hide their faces and cry after reading this book, and all the boys will want to meet a woman named Fuya and try their best to protect her.

There are beautiful women in the north, and they are peerless and independent. Take care of the city first, then the country. It's best not to know the whole city and country? Beauty is rare again!

have the whole world in view/ vision

He said, you have no knife in your hand, and you are powerless to kill him.

He said, if you have da ji's demon pupil, you should kill him with your body.

He said that a woman should know how to use her beauty to achieve her goals and protect herself.

She is gone with the wind, stunning two dynasties, ecstasy.

However, she was drifting with the tide, trying to overthrow two dynasties.

A prophecy, ordered by heaven, that the life of the queen will be the mother of the world.

And she, who will be the queen?

He is the emperor of the Southern Dynasties, and he is the prince of the Northern Dynasties overlooking the mountains and rivers.

The emperors of two dynasties were entangled with her fate, which involved several feuds.

Three generals in the Southern Dynasties were inextricably linked with her.

Past events, nightmares, unrequited love, where do their identities belong?

Fighting for life and death with two princes in the northern dynasties, having ambiguous feelings and plotting to use them,

She overthrew one dynasty, but can she overthrow another dynasty?

Empress Weiyang, the storm has passed, and it has been abandoned several times.

Suddenly looking back, the ground was full of thorns and the lights were dim. Who else is waiting for her to come back?

Is it holding your hand or lovesickness?

Three stones and three peach blossoms remain the same. "

There is a kind of love that makes people feel heartache and pain. There is a kind of hate that makes you go deep into the bone marrow, but it is still difficult to forget the cup. She smiled, and the clouds were light-I never loved you-so you betrayed me? He said bitterly that the next moment, the wine lamp in his hand was broken ... Six years ago, under the Fengtai, she turned into a floating cloud, floating down and hovering around like a flying butterfly. In a trance, she seemed to see his old face, and her mouth hung a little sad, but in an instant, it was broken,-we don't owe each other. ...

Since then, Princess Xi Jun has become the deepest taboo in the palace, and that once charming woman has become a permanent injury in his heart, and he will suffer forever! Six years later, she was in her prime and cute, but she was sent to the palace by her relatives as a pawn to seize power and became a slave of the king. In this ruthless court, she was regarded as the cheapest victim and struggled desperately. Her sad eyes only appeared in his dreams. After waking up, everything was broken, and his tenderness reappeared in her memory. After waking up, when the word "slave" was branded on her left shoulder forever, it became the most painful mark in her life. When his cold hand touched the tears in the corner of her eyes, when people suddenly looked back and saw that the peach blossom was still there, would he wait for her and promise her a promise of eternal life? Time flies, who waited for whom, who lost whom?

Six years ago, she turned into a cloud and floated down from the palace. In a trance, she remembered his old face, with a faint sadness hanging from his mouth, but in an instant, it was fragmented.

At that time, in the prime of life, whoever promised to die.

Six years later, in her prime, she was smart and alert, but she was sent to the palace as a slave and became the cheapest victim. She struggled desperately in the palace.

Red walls and high tiles, pink walls and corridors, she lost her innocence.

The harem competes for favor, and the organs are exhausted. When she reached the peak of that power step by step.

When she ruined everything for him, she suddenly turned around and the ground was a mess. Only the word "slave" branded on her left shoulder forever became the mark of her pain.

Unfortunately, when she woke up, she found herself crossing without memory. The tyrant is always in cahoots with her, clean her up and leave. When you're tired of playing, turn around and give her to the spirit king as a concubine?

She doesn't want to be body double, she just wants to be herself in this life, but the reality has pushed her to the wall step by step.

All she wanted was a piece of pure land, but it became a luxury.

When she reached the peak of power step by step, when she destroyed everything about him, she kept remembering this feeling, but it was all in vain at that time.

But the "slave" branded on her left shoulder forever has become the most painful mark in her life.

She has been entangled in the love of three generations. Where has the love gone?

Marry into the Purple

This is the story of an ordinary girl who finally married into a rich family after going through all kinds of hardships.

When I was eighteen, I sold myself to a man in order to bet on my mother and 300 thousand.

It seems that the man who bought him didn't buy her to raise her. I have only seen her a few times in the past three years.

Among them, what a shocking conspiracy is hidden.

When her nude photo appeared on everyone's computer in the company, at that moment, the hatred in her heart filled the whole reason, and finally she embarked on the real "mistress" road.

The contract with senior officials, the undercurrent with the president, and the rekindling of the first love forced her to lose what she finally wanted to pursue on this road.

Someone laughed at me. All you get is to sell your body.

I laughed, but I was jealous

Money, the root of all evil, I am struggling on the edge of morality.

Someone asked me how much dignity you have left now.

I am silent, and my dignity is dispensable to me.

When I kicked his wife away, when I got rid of my mistress status, when I married him.

Someone envies me. It turns out that mistress has her day.

I cried, but nothing happened.

Marrying into a rich family is the dream of all women, but in the end, what did I get?

Is it really the so-called love that you and I have fulfilled?

Imperial industry is picturesque

At that time, she was the daughter of a noble family, but she was also a pawn placed by the emperor.

He is also her enemy, but inadvertently, he moved his true feelings.

At that time, he was Hou's master, but he was ambitious and tried to subvert the Yuan Dynasty.

He has been in love for a long time, and she is just an empty wife.

Life and death stand side by side in the bonfire smoke, life depends on blood, and two hearts gradually come together.

He promised her that the imperial industry was picturesque and that she would fight side by side with him in the world.

Jin Ge iron horse, blood spattered on the battlefield, he achieved the purpose of burning maps in laughing.

In the secretive palace, she pampered the harem with the emperor's love step by step.

Prosperity will decline, and spoil will die.

Hua Fei, who had been spoiled for a while, became popular overnight.

He once said, "If I die in battle, don't bury my bones. In your heart, let me live forever. "

Jin Goma Iron, a war song of blood and tears in the smoke of war, is the purest feeling. It is hard to resist the conspiracy and calculation within this red wall and high tile. The two people who were originally in love are gradually drifting away.

When he gave her a glass of wine, she drank it with a smile and no regrets.

The imperial industry is picturesque, and the green hills remain the same.

The world remains the same, but our hearts have changed.

She smiled and said, "In the end, I accomplished your picturesque thing, but you didn't accomplish my picturesque thing."

Dust to dust, dirt to dirt.

No matter how prosperous it is, it is just a handful of fine sand.

Jiangshan remains the same.

She is the humblest concubine in the palace and looks down on them at night.

The male and female servants in the palace are like clouds, but he looks on coldly.

She is the lowest-ranking maid-in-waiting in the palace and acts as a slave in the palace.

The concubines are competing for beauty, and many beautiful faces die in front of them, like blood and tears that day.

She, from a concubine to a maid-in-waiting to a favorite, is only for his words and a belief.

I didn't expect that belief to be like a passing cloud, and he destroyed it.

A history lost in the rolling tide, the ups and downs of a legendary woman. She is the most glorious woman of Wei, who has been in charge of state affairs for twenty years. She is the chief operator and holds the title of baron. In the wall of Zhumen Palace, many beautiful women are competing for favor and beauty, and how many beautiful women die in front of their eyes, just like the blood and tears of that day. At the age of twelve, he was imprisoned in the palace, and at the age of seventeen, he entered the palace as a slave. She, from a humble maid-in-waiting to a former imperial concubine, has been blessed and admired by everyone. After several generations of court, all the organs have been counted, just for his words and a belief. The coup in this country is made of bones. It never occurred to me that that belief was destroyed by him. Jiangshan is still picturesque, but Zhu Yan has changed. I endured it for 20 years, but in the end I still swore. Traitor or saint? It has been like a dream for more than 20 years, and I have my own comments.