The first day Ming Huaixi transferred to Nancheng, she knew she wanted to find someone.
The girl who appeared in his dream every night, wearing palace clothes and dancing.
Until in the backyard of Wuxiang Temple, I saw Ning Qingzhu kicking the gangster, his skirt rising like the shadow of a crane, but his tears fell quietly and brokenly.
"It's you." He heard his heart pounding.
While carrying her home, the fragrance of gardenia in her hair mixed with the blood and fire in her dream made him almost lose control.
That night, white light engulfed the two of them by the ancient well. When they opened their eyes again, they saw the turbulent deep palace three hundred years ago.
He became the leader of the shadow guard who was placed beside her with his life experience a mystery.
She became the third princess whose mother's clan declined and was forced to accept the fate of marriage.
Assassinations, poisonings, palace fights, mysteries of the previous dynasty... Every life and death crisis, the red marks on the wrists become hotter, binding the fate of the two people more closely.
"Lord Ming," Ye Yu knocked on the window, her wet hair stuck to her pale cheek, and the hand holding his sword was shaking slightly, "If you survive this time..."
"There is no 'if'." He cut off her words and kissed her trembling eyelashes in the rain of arrows, "Princess, in this life..."
"I came to marry you."
In the real world, the surveillance cameras of Wuxiang Temple captured images of their mysterious disappearances, and the special department files were quietly updated:
"No. 07 'Gap of Reincarnation' fluctuates again, twin energy reaction detected."
"It is suspected that the 'key' has awakened."
Under the temple, the dark shadow that had been bound by iron ropes for three hundred years slowly opened its eyes, and a hoarse laugh came from the depths of the dry well:
"Back... My... General and princess..."
