This is a pure sweet pet novel in ancient Chinese language. There is no scumbag, no white lotus, only two people who move forward bravely in the conspiracy.
On Qingyun Mountain, Luo Youran softened his heart for a moment and rescued the iron-blooded general Xiao Nanshan who was seriously injured and on the verge of death.
She thought she was just doing good deeds casually, and that she would not be owed a cure.
Unexpectedly, this man returned from his injury, came to the door with the medical money, and refused to leave in the Huichun Hall.
There are undercurrents of conspiracy in the capital, secret chess is dormant, and troubles in the court are approaching step by step.
Everyone in the world was afraid of the general's ruthless killing methods, but she was the only one who dared to suppress his temper and give him medicine to tease him when his old injury recurred.
Xiao Nanshan suppressed all his anger, and only paranoid tenderness remained in his eyes:
"I can't repay the kindness of saving my life. From now on, I will protect you from the wind and rain in the court, and I will bear the troubles in the world. I will only love you for the rest of my life."
The little doctor girl holds a silver needle to save people, and the iron-blooded general wears armor to protect her.
The origin of a life-saving incident reveals ten years of secrets in the imperial city, and the two-way journey is full of sweetness and intrigue.
Reader comments
This book is not a machinations epic, nor is it a golden finger about rebirth and time travel. It is a pure ancient novel, like a bowl of slow-cooked chicken noodle soup - with the dryness of licorice, the coldness of the sword, and the warmth of two people touching each other. It makes us believe that no matter how deep the conspiracy is, there will always be someone holding the needle to guard the peace; no matter how sharp the blade is, there will always be someone holding the knife to protect one person and look forward to the follow-up.
This book is not a machinations epic, nor is it a golden finger about rebirth and time travel. It is a pure ancient novel, like a bowl of slow-cooked chicken noodle soup - with the dryness of licorice, the coldness of the sword, and the warmth of two people touching each other. It makes us believe that no matter how deep the conspiracy is, there will always be someone holding the needle to guard the peace; no matter how sharp the blade is, there will always be someone holding the knife to protect one person and look forward to the follow-up.