She has black hair and simple clothes, and a water sleeve dance goes straight into his heart.

He just thought she was a dancer and asked her if she would like to travel with him for seven days. She nodded in agreement.

Time flies.

Before returning to the palace on the seventh day, he exposed his identity and wanted to accept her as his concubine. Unexpectedly, her face changed greatly, she refused him and left in a hurry.

After returning to the palace, he tried his best to find her, but he couldn't find her anywhere. A minister reported to the princess and asked how to deal with it. He was upset and waved chop.

Who knows, I saw her at the altar again. She was a princess ...

"No wonder ... no wonder ..."

But now he can only watch her die, but he personally ordered her to be killed …

Before the execution, she smiled at him and sighed. Before he could hear clearly, her blood had dyed the altar red.

After that, he couldn't afford to get sick. A month later, he died.

On the altar, she sighed: In the next life, if you are not a king and I am not a princess, can we continue our friendship?

He is a noble prince, and she is just a maid beside him.

Since childhood, he has forgotten how many assassinations he has experienced, and she has forgotten how many times she has blocked him.

Everyone knows that she likes him. Of course he knows, but her humble background will not enter his eyes after all.

But she didn't care about his contempt, and still blocked one assassination after another for him. No matter how badly she was hurt, she just smiled and said "I'm fine"

His heart is slowly melting.

Until once, she blocked three arrows for him, and those three arrows penetrated her body.

He rushed over to pick up her dying on the ground and shouted, "stupid woman, do you think I pity you because you block an arrow for me?" I won't! Even if you die in front of me, I won't shed a tear! 』

She still smiled gently, raised her hand and stroked his cheek, softly "don't cry".

At the last moment when you left, I finally fell in love with you.

A girl of the night family grew up and called the night charm a gesture of falling in love with the country. That year, she was seventeen years old and married a twenty-year-old general. As we all know, the daughter of Yejia is attached to the prince, but it was the prince who gave her this marriage. In winter, the night charm gets married. Dressed in red, the general is dashing, but he looks charming. If it weren't for the strong heroic spirit between his eyes, he would still be regarded as a beauty. And the night charm. What I hate most is this kind of man. Even though he fought bravely on the battlefield, many executives came to the wedding day, including His Royal Highness. She has a beautiful figure. Slowly enter the hall and grow lotus step by step. There is no light in my eyes, and there is a faint wry smile on my mouth, which is covered by a silk red scarf.

The general held out his hands to him, one with sharp joints and Bai Zhe's slender hands. She covered it slowly, but it was warm like a little hot spring water pouring into her limbs and whole body. In everyone's opinion, a match made in heaven. After marriage, the general knew that she didn't like to talk, and only sent two personal maids and four or five pages. But it's a hundred shadows. Plum trees in the garden, proud plums on the trees. He broke off Bai Mei's paper branches and pinned them to her temples. Eyes as gentle as water, just like the first touch of warm sunshine in early spring. She also smiled. Even if beauty is ashamed of flowers, it is as pale as a touch of Wei Yun on a green hill. Later, she overheard that the general proposed to the prince. She cried and angered him. She was indifferent to him and angry with him. She said that she loved the prince, not him. It was snowing heavily that day. He broke off the leafy Bai Mei, put it on her soft branch, smiled and spoiled it, bitter. Later, the prince ascended the throne, and three thousand beauties in the harem spoiled one person. She has seen a woman as hot as a lotus. Drinking the bright moon alone and a thousand cups of spirits can't solve her worries. The general kissed her lightly on the forehead. Whisper, I love you forever. She is getting thinner and thinner, and there is only sadness in her eyes. He patted her head lovingly and asked with a smile, do you really want to be his princess in the palace? She was in tears. Keep nodding. Three days later, she entered the palace as she wished. The emperor no longer dotes on his concubine and never comes to see her again, but orders people to make a scene and make her happy. Soon after, the enemy got up and attacked the city overnight. The general led the troops to confront each other, and the emperor himself went into battle. She was sent to the general's house by the general. That night, the whole prosperous capital was destroyed by the smoke of war. She is waiting with a book. Open, while dragon and phoenix dance. She was thirteen when we first met. It's beautiful. She was seventeen when we met again. I married her. It snowed heavily for five months. I broke it off more than fourteen times and nailed it between her temples. He smiled at me fifteen times. Every time is like a flower.

Shake your hand and turn to the next page.

She said she loved not me, but the emperor. She became more and more haggard. I handed over my 3,000 chosen men to be someone else's wife in the palace. Later, when I saw her in the palace, she was still charming and graceful. When the scroll fell to the ground, her beautiful eyes widened in disbelief and tears filled her eyes. Suddenly pouncing on the box, there was a piece of paper on the box, but the handwriting was blurred by the exhaled blood. The door was pushed open and a dozen shadows poured in.

"Empress, the city was attacked. I will take you away on the orders of the general. "

She wiped her tears: "Well, where's the general?"

"The general is dead." . . . . .

Under the lamp, the paper was blown over by the wind, and in a word, the ink was still warm.

I want to go with her all my life.

-Not original.

There are many such micro-novels, most of which have no names, so it is not convenient to list them here. Lz can find them in the post bar, and many micro-novels are good. Hope to adopt