[Time travel + no cp + daily life + adopt a son + be happy with power and money] [Micro group portrait] I once fell in love with a scholar when I was working as a killer in Fusheng Pavilion.
He painted my eyebrows with ink, and said that when he was named on the gold medal, he would welcome me in a sedan chair with eight carriages.
Later, he was hacked to death in front of the hut by Fu Sheng Pavilion, and his blood soaked the poetry collection he gave me.
I personally disfigured my face with a dagger, returned to that purgatory, hunkered down for five years, and finally took the head of the Pavilion Master.
When I sat on the blood-stained main seat, I saw him, who was supposed to have been dead for five years, walking out from behind the secret door with a smile.
"Ayan, I really want to thank you for finding all the "Canghai Heart Sutra" left by your parents for me."
