The sound of horse hooves on the bluestone road had not yet faded away. When Ouyang Yan, Marquis of Yongning, opened his eyes, the carved beams and painted buildings had been replaced by reinforced concrete, the jade belt around his waist was replaced with unfamiliar fabric, and even the air was filled with a "modern" atmosphere that he had never smelled before.
Holding half of the broken jade pendant in his arms, he stood blankly on the busy street - the figure who promised, "When I succeed, I will be greeted with red makeup from ten miles away" seemed to be hidden deep in this neon.
Until I met He Qingci.
The other party handed him a cup of warm milk tea, and his fingertips accidentally brushed the back of his hand. It was like the rabbit lantern that the young general handed to him through the crowd during the Lantern Festival that year. The warmth spread through his fingertips and reached the tip of his heart.
"You look like you're lost?" He Qingci's voice was as clean as the bluestone after the rain, with a smile.
Ouyang Yan looked at the dancing light in his eyes that belonged to this era, and suddenly understood.
After a hundred years of dust and the torrent of time and space, he was reborn, perhaps not just to retrieve the past, but also to have another unique appointment called "He Qingci" in this crowded new world.
The moonlight of the old dynasty falls into the modern window, and the trajectories of the two souls quietly intersect. This time, he will use the name of Ouyang Yan instead of the identity of Yongning Hou to turn the missed and regretful things into a long stream of tenderness.
