▍Extreme slow fire, emotional drawing
A single chapter focuses on an hour, a cup of tea, and a touch of fingertips. No rushing, no piling up, let the pain and pleasure of chasing my wife at the crematorium ferment slowly in your breath. In the third year of Yongning in the Great Zhou Dynasty, he suffered from the Jingzhe.
Shen Zhiwei, whose mother Yitianxia drank poisonous wine, died in a pool of blood in the cold palace. She cursed the young emperor: "Xiao Chengyu, I'll wait for you to go to hell."
Three days later, she was reborn as "Ye Jiuge", the master of Qianji Pavilion, with vests all over the three realms - she was "Su Jiu", the miracle doctor of Medicine King Valley, the assassin of Shadow Tower, the princess of an enemy country, and... His little medicine boy "Ajiu".
She came back not to kill him.
She wanted him to live and watch with his own eyes how she took away everything he valued most step by step.
Xiao Chengyu is crazy.
He knelt in the Medicine King Valley for three hours, just to see a figure that refused to turn around; he held the blackened jade hosta and studied gold repair for three years, just to repair the cracks left by it; he wandered the palace wall every night and said to a little medicine boy: "Your back is very much like hers."
He didn't know that she was poisoning him, he didn't know that she was setting up the trap, he didn't know that she was right within his reach - hating him and occasionally being touched by him.
"Ajiu," he held her hand and filled it with gold paint, breathing intertwined, "who are you?"
She lowered her eyes and said in a icy voice: "This slave is just... A little medicine boy."
