I am a lonely soul who has been dead for thirty years, and this year is the thirty-first year.
The dashing knight from another world vs. The cold and cute lonely doctor girl
The eldest daughter, Mu Qingci, charmed the city with her dancing; the second daughter, Mu Qingzhi, had unparalleled medical skills. The eldest daughter entered the palace as a noble concubine, pampered in the sixth palace, and enjoyed endless glory and wealth. However, an imperial edict caused the downfall of Prime Minister Mu. The crime of treason was so heavy that it overwhelmed Prime Minister Mu, the concubine, and the entire Mu family.
He was assassinated on the way to exile. The sticky blood pooled on the scorched earth, covering the half-naked stumps and the broken sword embedded in the soil. The corpses were piled up in layers. The twilight was hideous and the night was long.
Mu Qingzhi floated above the cold palace and watched her eldest sister commit suicide by drinking a dove, and after watching the enemy's plot, she realized that everyone in the Mu family was innocent and could not do anything, and the enemy died due to the conspiracy. For thirty years, love and hatred faded away, and Mu Qingzhi wandered the world alone.
In the 20th year of Anyuan, the Song Dynasty was destroyed. This was Mu Qingzhi's thirty-first year alone. Mu Qingzhi thought her consciousness would dissipate, but it became clearer and clearer. Only then did she realize that she was reborn in someone else's body.
All the old friends were dead and there was no revenge to be taken, so Mu Qingzhi opened a Qingxin Medical Clinic. During her first consultation, she saw a knight in black, but for some reason her heart could not calm down.
"You are too angry, little lady, let me help you."
In the apricot blossom forest, he folded branches to make a sword. After the battle, he tied a paper raft to Mu Qingzhi.
"Green Gardenia".
It was meant to be funny, but Mu Qingzhi changed her mind and said seriously: "Do you know what the meaning of tying a raft between branches is?"
You are my return home.
Intention: To forget is to disappear