Fang Lianzhu is a concubine.
The only role in this life is to live safely to the age of eighteen and marry the ancestor of the Fang family for her sister who has a similar appearance.
Our ancestor Fang Jue, whose courtesy name was Jingyu, was an immortal.
A hundred years ago, he kindly adopted an ancestor of the Fang family as his stepson and raised him up through hardships. After his death, he became an immortal and brought blessings to future generations. He was a great blessing to the Fang family.
On the day of my sister's birthday, Fang Lianzhu put on her wedding dress and was carried into the mountains.
The ancestor was dressed in white and looked as cold as ice: "No chance, send him back."
The warnings from his biological father and aunt were still ringing in his ears. Fang Lianzhu did not dare to go home, so he had no choice but to rush forward and hug his legs: "Ancestor, please do your best and accept me!"
"Okay..."
After staying in the mountains for half a year, Fang Lianzhu discovered a shocking secret: his ancestor was not a god at all, but a monster whose true identity was too embarrassed to be revealed.
Fang Jue: "Little Lianzhu, don't bully young people into poverty. When I transform into a dragon and ascend to immortality, I will take you to heaven to be an immortal couple."
A man's mouth is a liar.
Fang Lianzhu looked at the man who blushed when he spoke and trembled when he was poked, and sneered: "How can you, a mimosa demon, transform into a dragon?"
——
Jingyu was originally a mimosa in the mountains. After hundreds of years of hard work, it finally transformed into a human form.
One day, while he was meditating on a cliff shrouded in mist, a group of men and women visiting graves passed by him. They suddenly knelt down and said, "My ancestors, please accept my respect from my grandson!"
Jing Yu: "Ancestor? Me?"
"Ancestor, you have finally descended to earth!"
"..."
Jing Yu inexplicably became the ancestor of the Fang family, and later took in a woman from the Fang family because of her soft heart.
Unexpectedly, this woman is the best at pretending to be pitiful. She talks about her ancestors being older than her ancestors, and calls him respectful, but in fact, she treats him like a grandson all day long.
"Ancestors, ancestors."
"... I'm here."
Concept: The moss flowers are as small as rice, and we should also imitate the blooming of peonies.
