Introduction:
On the first day Ye Zhiqiu entered the Zhou Dynasty, her engagement was broken off by her scumbag ex and her stepmother took turns humiliating her. It doesn't matter, she can bear it - as long as she greets the eighteenth generation of their ancestors in her heart.
But what she didn't know was that Xiao Yu, a nine-thousand-year-old man, was passing by her ancestral hall. When he heard her thinking about "taking advantage of this nine-thousand-year-old man to escape," he curled his lips on the spot. The mysterious Taoist priest Wu Gen passed by her temple and heard her scolding her in her mind, "This monk is good-looking but he talks too much." His ears turned red all night long. The scumbag ex regrets his mistake, his sister-in-law is framed step by step, and the undercurrent of intrigues in the court is surging - while she is complaining madly in her heart, she uses modern financial thinking to check the accounts and reverse the case, take back the dowry from her stepmother, bring down the worms in the court, and trample her enemies into the mud one by one.
But if you calculate it for a long time, you will be counted. The moment Jiu Qiansui heard her heart beat for him, and the moment Wu Gen heard the last breath of her heart saying his name, the debt between the three of them could never be settled in this lifetime.
Fortunately, there was still a hot pot with red oil, and another sister from time traveled to accompany her squatting in front of the stove to choose vegetables. She had grown roots in another world, and when she sat down on the chair handed to her by Jiu Qiansui, she did not intend to change it again.
——The nine-thousand-year-old at the peak of power took away half of her sharpness, and the cold Taoist priest's seven-year lifespan gave her back. And she covered the ink beads under her clothes, lowered her head and said: I won't leave for the rest of my life.
