Kneeling for good-looking ancient gay novels. . .

When the emperor abdicated, his wife was a man, a third-rate prince, who spent a lifetime begging for medicine, an ugly woman, a beauty of Tojo's alley, a monarch of national subjugation, a three-point snow between sword and plum, a beautiful woman sleeping with her husband, a big beast, a big sex, a pair of people, a prosperous and intimate world, an emperor falling from the sky, addicted to drugs and medicines, spoiling her husband and spending time in the cold palace. It's even harder to be a young defender. The prince to be married, the physician, the history of the physician's blood and tears, the life of the emperor, the pity for the Lord with sleeves, the hatred for the married Lord, my wife, and the bad king make plans. The Lord of Peach Blossom is full of apricot trees, and he is arrogant all his life. He is a poisonous doctor, a teenager traveling in rivers and lakes, a rogue imperial concubine, a husband of Firefox, a misty rain river and lake, a fox disaster and a fox.