Novel & Cerita Female General Chinese Drama

When the emperor found out the course of his loyal shadow guard's death, he had ordered the Chen family Nine exterminations which were often done by ling chi, including the empress dowager, only sparing the crown prince. During this period is when the Male lead Gui Huizhong met the female lead Yang Meili, a peasant who worked at the crown prince's best friend's restaurant, the second Male lead Li Cheng, he found the female lead to be a sweet girl and gave her a job at his own restaurant business. The Male lead slowly grew to love the female lead for her sweet and sincere kindness. He trusted her because she showed her true face and his life grew harder than his titles were stripped from him

In the end, they settle the dispute by mutual concession: They would have different shifts. General Li is said to rest first. She takes off her armor, keeping the thin fabric on. As she lays down near the open-air fire, her mind clears up. She indulges in her sleep. All is blank. General Li hears a feminine and petite laughter. "Xu Yue?" She searches for the laughter in a dark space. "..No!" The voice suddenly shrieks in pain, "Please don't!" General Li runs around, "Xu Yue!" Tears flow from her eyes, "Where are you, Xu Yue?"

Detectives are known for examining a case and even if I don’t give an opinion, everyone already knows that they are smart. "What's going on?" As soon as they heard the general’s voice, they immediately shifted their stare to look who’s behind them and realized that it was Cladius. "I didn't mean to disturb you." Cladius came over and said in a low voice, "Madame Zhao, what’s happening?” Maze held onto my shirt and hid behind me. “General, good morning. There was just a problem. A fight that is still not over,” said Madame Zhao. She was wearing a dark brown hanbok with some accessories around her. Her hair was almost white and her skin was wrinkled. She looked old yet she’s still strong. I ca

I clasp my hands together under my thighs to resist the temptation of reaching out and touching him to convince myself he’s real. Jian clears his throat. My eyes move over the sharp lines of his profile bathed in the moonlight. I’m reminded how Jian’s new manly form is a little like a taller, more muscular Wang Yibo. Watching Mandarin dramas to ogle this particular actor is an allowed indulgence since my mom doesn't give me grief over it. It's her greatest desire for at least one of her children to learn Chinese.