A sickly concubine × ancient killing god × summoning a famous general × amnesia and sadomasochism. The sedan was crossing the Qinhuai River at night, and the water ghost from a hundred years ago opened the sedan curtain——
"I have been waiting for the Zhu family's bride for one hundred and forty years."
Before I could scream, the sedan door was kicked away. A lazy prince leaned against the sedan frame and narrowed his peach blossom eyes: "Don't make any noise, an old friend is here to see me."
Behind him, a fat corgi drooled at the river full of water ghosts.
Later I found out that this dog is a descendant of Taotie, and his mouth is like a water ghost. And that ridiculous prince has a pair of strange eyes that can see through the origin of all weird things.
As for me - the most unpopular concubine of the Su family, a sick and concubine, a tool thrown in for joy, with the remnant soul of an ancient warrior master sealed in my body.
Is Dunhuang Feitian alive? I tore the seal, and Huo Qubing descended from the sky on a white horse, shooting an arrow through the Thousand-Faced Demon Queen.
Queen Loulan waited for 1,500 years? I opened the map of mountains and rivers, and Han Xin, Bai Qi, and Yue Fei lined up, and thousands of troops and horses crushed the yellow sand.
The absurd prince said that he needed a helper. The Town Property Department had not had a staff or funds for seven years and there was no one available.
I said okay, just do the cooking.
But I didn't expect that the key to the map of mountains, rivers, and the country was my face. And the price of opening it is to forget everyone.
A year later, the prince who drew 365 portraits of me handed them to me: "Have you forgotten what you look like? It doesn't matter, I remember."
I looked at the bulging drawing paper in his sleeve, which contained the me of the whole year - the me who laughed, the me who cried, the me who quarreled with the briquettes.
"Who are you?"
He smiled: "Your husband. If you forget about it tomorrow, I will
