Zhang Qingwan, who grew up under the red flag, has traveled to another world. She cried, made trouble, and hanged herself. She has exhausted her ability to keep her natural feet. With no system and no mission, her return home is far away. She should immerse herself in the ancient script.
Until she read Qin Yuanchun, she was shocked to realize that there was someone in Dayongli who had the same nine-year compulsory education as her. However, she never thought that she would cross mountains, rivers, lakes and seas to finally meet that fellow countryman. There was actually a hundred-year gap between her and him?
Zhang Qingwan: Palace jade liquor?
Jiang Yizhen: Are you a royal dog?
Zhang Qingwan:......
In fact, Zhang Qingwan didn't really want to save this traitor who tried his best to seek death, but who made her fall in love with this guy in green clothes and bright eyes at first sight?
Fortunately, she had an imperial grandson whom she married on her fingertips and was quite favored by the Holy Emperor.
But wait a minute, my fiancé, why is there something wrong with the way you look at my crush?
Brother, you talk so much about being a moderate, reformed, and enlightened monarch that the emperor was elected by the people, so what's the matter?
Her crush must not be in love with her fiancé!
No way!
Intention: Sharing a sincere heart, it is difficult to return home together
