Ling Xiangruo, a modern genius metaphysician, is so arrogant that even God can't stand it.
A thunderbolt struck her into ancient times.
Yi Xuan, the top scholar in Jin Kewu and Wen Tanhua, took the initiative to go out and investigate the case of theft of disaster relief funds, but secretly... No one knew what he was looking for.
He didn't believe in ghosts and gods, he didn't believe in destiny, and he didn't believe in the female liar in front of him who was full of "Five Elements Gossip".
But the emperor granted the marriage, and the two had to go to the church to get married.
On the wedding night, Ling Xiangruo held his chin, half-smiling but not smiling: "I heard that you didn't win the top prize and were so embarrassed that you hid from the capital? You should have said it earlier. Bye bye to me, Miss. You will be safe."
Yi Xuan opened his collar slowly and said: "I am the top scholar in martial arts, and I am more powerful than the top scholar in literature."
"But aren't you the third flower?"
"That was an accidental test."
He takes a step closer
"Would you like to give it a try? What does 'Wu Zhuangyuan' mean?"
Reader comments
The storyline progresses very slowly, with a lot of useless words and things. There is no distinction between priorities.
The storyline progresses very slowly, with a lot of useless words and things. There is no distinction between priorities.