Content abstract: I thought I could get peace and stability on the border through marriage and kissing, but someone always wanted to kill her on the way. I thought that quitting the storage war would stop the meaningless killing, but even if I retreated to the Prince's Mansion, some people still tried their best to spoil the situation.
She and He, the princess of Zhou and the prince of Liao, had to fight side by side in order to protect the people behind them and defend their firm beliefs. I thought it was just a stopgap measure, but I didn't expect this hand to last a lifetime.
Highlights:
The words in Feng Yang's letter kept coming to her mind. This time, the pro-Qin proposed by Liao State is indeed extremely strange. Judging from the timing, candidates and requirements of marriage, it is extremely strange. Suddenly, Nan Qiao's ear caught the footsteps outside the door. Someone came to his room.
Her heart beat in her throat. It is the soft-soled shoes that the maid wears when walking on the wooden floor. However, the eight first-class maids who followed her into the posthouse had already rested, and other lower-level maids could not enter the posthouse without her order, so they could only wait outside the posthouse with the sergeant who escorted the dowry.
Then who is this man? "Hey, hey." A few gentle knocks at the door. Nan Qiao didn't answer. She quietly reached under the pillow and grabbed the dagger she had hidden there. "hey." The door was pushed open.
South Joe closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, and the hand under his pillow held the dagger tighter and tighter. The breath of newcomers is getting closer and closer to themselves. Nanqiao's heart beat faster and faster. Nanqiao could feel that the man was standing by his bed now, reaching out to himself. Right now! Nanqiao suddenly opened his eyes, rolled over and sat up, pulled out his dagger and stabbed forward.