The Mirror Locks Qianqiu, the General's Wife Is Cheating

The moment the bronze mirror of the Northern Song Dynasty shone dimly on the cultural relic restoration table, Shen Qinghuan's fingertips felt a burning pain - on the snowy field in the mirror, the blood-soaked general Gu Huaizhi turned around, and the crescent birthmark on her neck perfectly overlapped with the skeleton of a Song Dynasty military general she had just pieced together. She thought it was the restorer's hallucination, but when she touched the mirror, she was involved in the bloody battlefield of the Qingli period. In order to protect the general's remnants, she took the place of the "Shen family" who died in battle and dealt with him. When she took over the blood-stained tiger charm, he promised in a low voice: "When I break the formation, I will greet you with ten miles of red makeup." But when she went to Bianjing with half a bronze mirror, what she saw was the grand scene of General Yunhui marrying Princess Fukang. What's even weirder is that under the sleeves that the princess lifted up, there are crystallized lines that are consistent with the cracks in the bronze mirror. She said with a smile: "This mirror can eat people, and you and I are its chosen sacrifices." On the night of the miscarriage, the bronze mirror burst, and the modern mother's critical illness notice appeared at the same time as the bloody words in the ancient execution ground; when Gu Huaizhi was guillotined for "collaborating with the enemy", Shen Qinghuan understood the mystery in the mirror - it turned out that the thousand-year love disaster was never a coincidence, and what she was repairing was not a cultural relic, but a life and death contract that spanned time and space. The moment the guillotine fell, she held the two halves of the bronze mirror and jumped into the rift in time and space. At the moment when Bianjing collapsed in the blue light, the modern museum's surveillance camera clearly captured: On the gold foil letter in the display case, a line of words was slowly emerging—— "Qing Huan, if there is an afterlife, I will look for you instead."