Meihenji

Lin Qingmei is a graduate student studying the history of Nanchen and Northern Yao. She squatted in front of the museum display cabinet. The moment her fingertips touched the plum-shaped jade pendant, white light wrapped in biting cold wind dragged her into the Northern Yao prison prison more than a thousand years ago. The snow fell and the plum blossoms fell, and the fragrance of ink caught the cold. She bumped into a thin and tall figure - that was Li Muyu, the last king of Nanchen. He had been captured for three years, his temples were stained with frost and snow, and his eyes hid the broken dreams of his motherland and half-life obsession. He was originally in jail, but when he saw the crescent scar on her wrist, his eyes were filled with shock. He protected her by his side regardless of taboos, and his voice was so hoarse that it was almost pleading: "I spent the first half of my life just waiting for you." Lin Qingmei held half of the jade pendant from time travel and looked at the emperor in front of her who was doomed to die tragically in the history books. On one side was the known historical ending, on the other was the tenderness and protection in his eyes. She was ultimately caught in a dilemma. She knew his fate, but she wanted to change it; he mistook her for an old person, but as they got along day after day, he fell in love with this fresh and bright girl from another world. When the cold plum blossoms bloomed again in the prison yard, he held her hand and wrote "I will live up to this life" on the rice paper, and she looked at him and asked softly: "Li Muyu, if I am not the person you are looking for, will you still protect me?" Highlight ❶ Time travel × Emperor's prison pet (two-way redemption) ❷ The female protagonist is a sober and sane history graduate student × the male protagonist is affectionate and forbears to destroy the king ❸ The plum-shaped jade pendant is the contract, and the birthmark is the memory. There are both undercurrents in the court and the warmth of fireworks. ❹ Not bullshit, not trivial, focusing on delicate emotions and the pull of historical destiny Intention: Not all encounters are at the right time, and not all redemptions can change fate. Lin Qingmei's time travel was an accident, while Li Muyu's obsession was the return journey. It had nothing to do with right or wrong, or fate. Only sincerity could warm half of his life in the cold plum blossoms and falling snow.