When I opened my eyes, I was already at the end of the book.
She is Shen Zhiyi, dressed as the cup of poisonous wine that is destined to be spilled, and he is Xiao Che, the bamboo horse that has been around her bed since she was a child, and the emperor who will kill off her old love in the future.
The palace wall is deep, the wind and rain are fierce, the prince points his sword, and the second prince hides his sword. She wanted to hide her feet to avoid trouble, but he held her back——
He still remembered the green plum she broke when she was eight years old, and still protected her from the swordsmanship at the banquet. He asked with a serious look: "Zhiyi, do you want to tear up this script with me?"
Green plums fall off the inkstone, old marks are replaced by new ink.
From the bamboo horse circling the bed, to holding hands to break the situation,
These thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were originally written for you and me.
