She is the daughter of the royal family, the only daughter of Wen Guogong, who has been loved by thousands of people, and has been living in praise since birth.

She is familiar with the subset of scriptures and history, and is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, not to mention a woman, even a man who cultivates and reads the heirloom may not do better than her articles.

These are all given to her by the Wang family, giving her a transcendent identity, giving her outstanding talents, and the responsibility she had to provoke, passing on the bloodline of the Wang family from generation to generation, the responsibility she was born to bear.

No one asked her what she thought, and everyone took it for granted, and it was something she had to bear.

But she didn't want it at all.

I don't want a noble status, a talent that is praised, and I don't want to take on the heavy responsibility that imprisons her like a shackle.

She's just a marionette at the mercy of man.

Recruiting a son-in-law, becoming a biological son, and inheriting the family bloodline, this is the meaning of her life.

She wasn't happy at all.

The man named Wen Lie, always smiled and carefully followed her side, trying his best to make her happy, he was not ugly, but had a masculine beauty unique to men.

But she disliked and hated him.

disgusted that he was born in the countryside, disgusted that he was chosen by his father, disgusted that he was stuffed to her by others, not by herself.

Therefore, she never gave him a gentle smile, and was always cold to him.

He always seemed to be happy to stay by her side, taking care of her affection carefully, no matter how angry she was, how cold she was, he never seemed to be angry, as if he had endless patience to tolerate her.

It was as if the strength of his whole body had hit the cotton, he didn't care, she was excited.

She doesn't like him!

I don't like the way he looks like he's a dignified man but he's bowing down in front of her, I don't like the way he reads hard to please her, and I don't like him looking at her with bright eyes, helpless and happy and a little spoiled, just like an adult watching a child with a temper.

Although she didn't admit it, she knew in her heart that she was not so much disgusted with him as she was envious.

Why did he throw away the shackles of the family and abandon the responsibilities on his body to join the Wang family without hesitation, but she could only accept the arrangement of fate? Why can he meet the person he likes, desperately pursue it, regardless of the desire to please, just to be with his sweetheart, but she doesn't even have the opportunity to go out and meet other men?

Why! Why!

She will never let him succeed, what he wants is to be happy with her, and her husband will sing with her wife, but she will not let him get his wish.

So, when she became pregnant, the first thing she did was to kick him out and live with him.

He is still gentle, considerate, and patient.

If his occasional shrewdness and strength were full of praise from his father, he really doubted that he was a fool who could only laugh and say yes.

He came to see her every day, but she didn't say a word to him, she held her breath in her heart, and as for who she was angry about, she couldn't figure it out herself.

Until one day, she was playing in the garden with little Jiurou in her arms, and asked Jiurou to look at flowers and butterflies, and when she looked up, she found him standing quietly not far from her, looking at her with a smile in his eyes.

Her heart panicked for no reason, and when she reacted, the anger in her heart became even greater: "Who asked you to come?" Didn't you say that you weren't allowed to come where I was in the future? Don't go yet. ”

But he didn't go, not only did he not go, but he walked towards her.

She hugged Jiulang and turned around to leave, but was pulled by him, with a faint smile on his face, and coaxed her in a childish tone: "Hug Zhen, how long will you be angry with me?" ”

Her face was so hot that she didn't break away after a few struggles, so she raised her hand and slapped him.

The loud slap stunned both of them.

He looked at her with complicated eyes and did not speak.

She panicked in her heart, but she also felt angry, this was the first time she had seen him change his face.

It turned out that he was not tolerant of her in every way, it turned out that his patience was limited, and it turned out that his kindness to her was all fake.

Her heart hurt very much, and the words she said were like knives: "I said that you are not allowed to touch me, I hate you, I hate everything related to you!" ”

His heart was shocked, and his eyes were full of disbelief and heartache.

She was suddenly scared and didn't know what he would do.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and he just said softly: "Don't make trouble, why can't you see your heart clearly?" ”

She couldn't help but jump, again and again, again and again, he was always like this! Always clinging to her in everything, looking at her like a child, she doesn't need him to treat her like this.

"It's you who can't see clearly, don't you know how much I hate you?" She knew that what she said would break his heart, and she knew that he would be sad and sad, but she just didn't want to see him look so affectionate to herself, she stared at his eyes, and said word by word: "All the things related to you make me deeply disgusted, if I can, I hate you to disappear from my face forever, don't bother, you don't want to get my heart." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiulang in her arms burst into tears, and she sneered: "Including Jiulang, he has your blood on his body, which disgusts me as much." ”

She shoved the child into Wen Lie's arms, turned around and left.

Since then, he's changed and no longer leans toward her. She breathed a sigh of relief, a thrill of revenge, and a sense of anger at the same time.

It turns out that you are nothing more than this to me.

The two look at each other, but it's just right. It's just that in front of their father, the two of them have to make a loving appearance.

When Jiulang was three years old, her father died of illness, and she kept filial piety at home, obsessed with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and often stayed in the study all day, and he was even stranger.

After twenty-seven months of her father's filial piety, she was invited to be the master of calligraphy and painting in Ruizhu Academy, and she felt that the shackles on her body had been removed, and she walked out of the Wang family and could do what she liked.

She likes the atmosphere in the academy, the lively and lovely girls, and the energetic way they surround her and call Mr.

Then, she met King Rong.

She hit him off at first sight, she longed for freedom, and so did he. She didn't want the identity of the daughter of the Wang family, and he regretted that he was born in the emperor's family. They are in harmony with each other when they play the piano, and they have a good heart when they paint, he knows her, understands her, and pities her.

She finally met the person she was destined for.

How happy she was, she almost ran to Wen Lie and told Wen Lie that she also had someone she liked, and she would never stay in the Wang family again.

She wanted to see him angry, she wanted to see him angry, she wanted to see him furious, she wanted to see his twisted face when he learned the truth.

But she was disappointed, he didn't get angry, he didn't ask who the person was, he just told her lightly that he was sick and might not live long.

She flew into a rage and looked at him with hatred, how could he do this, why should he stop her from pursuing her own happiness. She didn't believe he would get sick, and she didn't believe that he wouldn't live long.

King Rong was still waiting for her news, and sent people three times and twice to urge her to leave the Wang family.

She could have walked away regardless of it, and she could have packed up her things and left, but she didn't know what was going on in her heart, and kept telling herself to wait, wait, wait.

What exactly she was waiting for, she didn't know.

She waited for the news that he was seriously ill, and the news that he was dying.

How could he die, he couldn't die, he promised his father to take care of the Wang family and take care of her for the rest of his life, how could he pick a son halfway.

He wanted to leave the Wang family to tie her up once he died, he wanted her to feel guilty and not leave him, he didn't think that she would never let him succeed.

She wanted him to know that he was dead and that she was leaving. Even if he died, he would not want to close his eyes happily, easily, and without worry.

But he still died, ignoring her anger and ignoring her provocations, and left her forever and ever.

And Kuro, their son, also hated her to death.

Those days, she remembers, were the most painful days of her life.

First of all, he was seriously ill and fell into a dying moment, and then their quarrel was broken by Jiulang, who fell into the lake, and the person was salvaged up, but his life hung by a thread, and he could not wake up with a high fever.

The second uncle saw that she couldn't stand up alone, so he sent someone to Hebei to pick up the second aunt and little cousin who had returned to her mother's house to drink the wedding wine. Who knew that before the person who picked up the person arrived, the mourner came.

The second aunt's mother's house lost a fire, and the second aunt, the little cousin and more than 30 members of her mother's family all died in the fire.

When the second uncle heard the bad news, he fainted on the spot.

Five days later, Wen Lie remembered Jiulang, who had a high fever and couldn't wake up, and he lost his breath with his eyes open.

Her sky fell.

She threw herself on Wen Lie's coffin, called his name over and over again, punched and pounded his coffin, he was gone, what should she do?

She didn't know who the steward of the outer courtyard was, how to place the people who came to mourn, and where the cards were...... She didn't even know what kind of person he was!

She's a good-for-nothing piece of waste! I could only watch the little Jiulang arrange chores, preside over funeral matters, and find someone to take care of his second uncle despite his high fever, and watch him support the entire Wenguo Mansion at the age of nine.

At that time, she knew how much her husband, the man named Wen Lie, had done for her and how much responsibility he had taken on for her. He held up a piece of the sky for her, let her be willful, let her not eat the fireworks of the world, and let her act arbitrarily.

It was he who died, and he taught their son, and continued to support the entire royal family.

That was originally her responsibility, and that was supposed to be what she was supposed to do.

What she did, what she missed, and how pitiful and ignorant she was, only she knew.

She desperately recalled the bits and pieces with him, desperately recalled his voice and smile and what he said, only to realize that she didn't know him at all, didn't know his preferences, and didn't know what kind of person he was.

She found only a codex in his bedroom, which recorded how surprised he was when he first met her, how high-spirited he was when he first went to the king's house to chase away the other competitors, how ecstatic he was when they got married, how nervous and heartbroken he was when she gave birth, what she liked and didn't like...... All the one qiē is her, and it's all her name - Bao Zhen.

He told her to hold the truth, which was the second day of marriage, and she hated his recklessness on the night of marriage, hated that he had hurt her, and ordered him in a hateful tone: "You are not worthy to call my name!" ”

Since then, he really hasn't called her Baozhen, only called her Miss!

Tears blurred her eyes again and again, and she finally found someone she liked, but it was too late, too late!

He died, and her heart died with it.

As for the wind and snow with King Rong, what is it, it's just an illusory dream.

She went to see King Rong and apologized to him so that he didn't have to wait for her.

But she didn't expect that King Rong would be fascinated. raped her, less than a hundred days after her husband's death, when her son supported the court with his little shoulder.

King Rong forcibly occupied her with dirty means, not only did everything he could to □□ her, but also took her close-fitting clothes and threatened her: "You just have to die, I will shake out the matter between you and me immediately, and let the world see what kind of person Mrs. Baozhen of the Wenguo Mansion is." ”

Why didn't she die, why didn't she die on the coffin, if she really died, there would be no future.

He won't be pregnant with the abuse seed and beaten again, he won't be □□ by King Rong's brute again and again, he won't listen to him call her name in a vicious voice, he won't know that Wen Lang's death was his hands and feet to find someone, and he won't know that he has planted someone next to Jiulang, as long as she dares to resist, he will take revenge on Jiulang......

Jiulang is still young, she has already killed her husband, but she can't kill Jiulang anymore.

What is her body, he likes it, let him □□.

only hates her for having eyes and no beads, leading the wolf into the room, she can only serve him gently and gently, and accept him with low eyebrows, and wait for Jiulang to grow up to protect herself, and wait for her to take revenge when she has the right time.

So, how could she give birth to a torture seed for him, she always drank contraceptive soup, even the few times she was pregnant without drinking contraceptive soup, she also secretly beat the abuse seed.

She hated him, hated to cut him with a thousand knives, hated to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

Her Jiulang lived up to her expectations, grew into a man who stood up to the sky, and could finally avenge his father.

She led King Rong to Yongshou Temple, but left a jade pendant for Jiulang, telling him the true identity of that person.

He finally died, finally at the hands of Kuro.

Her revenge for so many years has finally been avenged.

It's time for her to go to Jiuquan to atone for her sins like her father and mother, she humiliated the Wang family and lost the face of the Wang family.

And Wen Lang, she owes him a sorry, he said on his deathbed that if there is an afterlife, he would rather never meet her. Yes, she didn't deserve to meet him, she didn't deserve to be treated like that.

Tears kept falling, and she knew she could finally be freed.

Without hesitation, Mrs. Baozhen put her head in the knotted sweat towel and kicked the bench away with all her might......

Headache, pain all over the body, pain like a broken shelf.

Perhaps, this is what death feels like.

"Girl, girl, wake up, wake up......"

How can this sound be so familiar?

Mrs. Baozhen opened her eyes, only to find that the person in front of her was Wen Lie, and he was looking at her with a pair of eyes like black jade.

She grabbed his clothes, threw herself into his arms, and cried loudly: "Wen Lang, Wen Lang, I'm sorry, I'm sorry ......"

Wen Lie just accidentally found a few strands of silk on the edge of this cliff, so he suspected that someone had stumbled and fell, he saw that the traces were very new, and hung down with the idea of saving people's lives to build a seventh-level floating slaughter, but he didn't expect that there was really a very beautiful little girl, but she fainted.

Unexpectedly, after she woke up, she threw herself into her arms, which made his whole body stiff.

Why are the little ladies in the capital so unrestrained?

When I saw her crying loudly and shouting Wen Lang, I realized that she was frightened and mistook someone else.

He patted her on the back and coaxed her softly: "It's okay, it's okay, it's all over, I'm here, I'm here." ”

Huzhen cried enough, only to find that she was at the bottom of the cliff, covered in scars, and Wen Lie didn't know her, only called her a girl.

Her temples jumped suddenly, and she grabbed Wen Lie's arm: "Wen Lang, is this hell?" ”

Where in hell can there be such a beautiful little girl? If it was hell, he would be willing to stay in such hell for the rest of his life.

Her hands gripped his arm tightly, and her shirt was torn a lot, revealing places that shouldn't have been exposed.

Wen Lie's face was a little hot, and he turned his face away: "It's not hell. "I'm afraid it's heaven.

"Am I dreaming?" With tears in the corners of her eyes, she was desperate to find the answer.

"It's not a dream."

Or is it a beautiful spring. Dream it, wake up from the dream, and it's over.

Such a little girl is either rich or expensive, how can he think about it?

"It's not a dream,......" hugged Zhen muttered to himself, unable to tell whether it was sad or happy.

She didn't die, she didn't go to hell, but came to the place where she first met Wen Lang, and went back to the past.

She hadn't killed Wen Lang yet, and she hadn't done those wrong things.

But...... Wen Lang was already disgusted with her and said that he would rather not meet her......

The heartache is like a cone, and the tears are like rain.

When Wen Lie saw it, he couldn't wait to wipe away her tears and tell her to stop crying.

The little girl cried so much that he looked at it and felt sullen in his heart.

"Don't cry." He finally couldn't hold back, wiped away her tears with his fingers, then took off his clothes, wrapped them around her, and then hugged her.

"Don't be afraid, I won't leave you, I'll send you home, you can see your family, just sleep."

Hujin blinked and grabbed him at the hem of his clothes, for fear that he would disappear in the blink of an eye.

Wen Lie blushed from her staring, so he had to straighten his chest and coax her in a coaxing tone: "Don't look at it, I won't disappear, I'm here, you can sleep." ”

"Then you're not leaving?"

"Well, don't go."

"Won't you leave me alone?"

"Well, I won't leave you ......"

Baozhen was reluctant to close his eyes, so he asked him over and over again, and when he saw that he was impatient and replied over and over again, he suddenly swelled up: "Then are you willing to marry me?" ”

Wen Lie held her hand and paused, he looked at her body and hugged her like this again.

A touch of crimson climbed up his cheeks, and he didn't dare to look down at the person in his arms, only stared at the gradually setting sun in front of him and said, "I'll marry you." ”