The temple was destroyed on a rainy night, and the silver needles opened the blood-stained skirts. Mu Zhao looked at the familiar arrow scar on the man's heart, and his fingertips trembled slightly - this was clearly the work of an enemy who died for her in the previous life. The reborn Poison Doctor Lady never imagined that the person she was marrying through would be her old enemy who had returned from rebirth.
The sickly prince wrote the deed, and the cinnabar fainted and opened the three-sheng paper. When he discovered that the dumplings he picked up could relieve the cold poison, and when the child murmured about the farewell scene of the castle tower in his previous life while suffering from high fever, the blood on the black iron folding fan became more and more vivid. The fragmented pages of the Pharmacopoeia in Houmen's underground palace revealed not only the secrets of the royal family, but also the misunderstandings that have haunted two generations.
The poison-quenched silver hairpin was pressed against the concubine's throat. Mu Zhao chuckled amid the exclamations in the palace: "How about the concubine drinking this cup of seductive wine?" Master Xuanyi came out from behind the screen and coughed lightly. Where the golden bell rang in the palm of his hand, three thousand secret guards knelt all over the palace wall.
The cute baby stumbled over with a medicine pestle in his arms, and the jade pendant on his waist made a clear sound. When the truth about the twins appeared in the moonlight, they understood that what reflected in the child's eyes was the galaxy that the three of them had looked at together in their previous lives.
