[The female protagonist who is both a doctor and a poisoner is madly criticized × the male protagonist who holds a grudge and is a god of war｜Sleep first, then love｜Plot revenge]
She came back from rebirth and was a master of medicine and poisoning, and she worked every step of the way; he was cold-faced Shura, and he was decisive in killing.
A love affair, a sea of fire, and a game of power entangled the two people tightly.
In the desperate situation, she caught a glimpse of the blood-stained figure in mysterious clothes - King Jingguo Han, Mu Qinghao.
He is the god of death on the battlefield, and his masculine physique is the best antidote to the poison of love, and he is the only chance of life she can seize.
"Sister, this is my first time for you."
One night of entanglement, the poison is cured, and the hatred is sown. King Han, who was "frivolous", was furious at the seven scrap manuscripts on the case:
"There is a tear mole at the end of her right eye, which smells like medicine... I have to dig three feet into the ground to find her and crush her bones into ashes!"
Mu Qinghao, the God of War of Jingguo, was cold-blooded and ruthless. The humiliation in the cave that night was unforgettable to him.
But when he finally found her - she was already the "weak and bully" second lady of the Yong'an Marquis Mansion. The mole at the end of her eye seemed to be hiding a sharp edge, her medical skills were cunning, and she knew every step of the way.
She thought it was a deal where everyone gets what he needs, but he gradually discovered
Her poison can kill people as well as save others; her cruelty is towards her enemies, but she only retains her love for him.
Small Theater
One night, Mu Qinghao pressed someone against the palace wall and said in a hoarse voice, "Tell me, did you do it on purpose that night?"
Mo Tong stood on tiptoe, and her fingertips traced his Adam's apple, with a faint scent of poisonous grass: "Your Highness, instead of this, let's guess - what did I add to the soothing soup you drank last night?"
Intention: