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In the twenty-third year of Jiayuan, in the middle of winter, it snowed heavily, and the Nagatohou Mansion was wiped out overnight.
The orphan Cui Jin survived by chance, but lost her parents and went to Beijing to seek refuge with her uncle.
It's rare to look at people's looks when living under someone else's roof. Cui Jin can't help but make his own decisions, and his life is like walking on thin ice.
On New Year's Eve, my uncle's family was enjoying themselves.
Only the young man sat in the depths of the small courtyard, burning all the old clothes he had collected and the long candle in the brazier.
The ever-lasting candle loomed, the light swayed, and a man in purple clothes walked out against the light.
"Where does this little ghost come from that disturbs people's dreams?"
With tears in his eyes, the young man sat on the ground and looked up at the man.
The man said that his name was A Fei, that he was a lonely wandering ghost, and that he needed to get some favors since he was disturbed.
Cui Jin never imagined that he would be favored by this annoying male ghost.
A Fei said: "Since you obey me, you are my little brother. I want the best sesame oil and paper money."
Cui Jin realized that since then, all those who had bullied him had suffered retribution... The servant who gave him bad food lost money, the dude who ridiculed him in public fell seriously ill, and the prince who teased him slipped and fell from his horse.
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On the way to avenge his relatives, the person he hates the most is Afei, but he still insists on leaving, and it is Afei who is by his side.
After years of suffering hardships, walking on mountains of corpses and seas of blood, Cui Jin killed his enemies with his own hands and entered the court as an official.
He saw a portrait, and the person in the portrait looked exactly like Afei.
He is the traitor and sycophant who is full of evil and despised by thousands of people.
The dead prince Xie Fei.
But Cui Jin didn't believe it.
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That year, Cui Jin was a highly respected minister, one person below ten thousand people.
Everyone claimed that Mr. Cui was crazy and wanted to clear the name of the rebels. They asked for impeachment and demoted him.
Cui Jin was dressed in a red robe and stood in front of the Golden Palace in the wind and snow.
Outside the hall, there are thousands of forbidden troops, fighting against each other.
Cui Jin took his time and lit the candle. No matter whether he could get out or not, he wanted to see A Fei.
The official uniform was rolled into the lamp basin, and the gold wire outlined the dancing fire, which burned more and more intensely.
Xie Fei's eyes froze: "Gu Bu Zhen, Gu hates you, Cui Jin, Gu orders you to leave this place."
Cui Jin shook his head and praised: "But Your Highness, the winter snow under the eaves for twenty-three years has made my heart feel like I saw you for the first time every year. I forgive you for being unable to obey."
In fact, he fell in love with A Fei at the first sight.
The blazing fire shone through the entire palace, and the flying snow fell on Cui Jin's plain white tunic. He held a sword: "Whoever dares to touch him must step over my corpse first."
This heart will not change, and death will destroy it.
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Reading guide:
1. Careless but kind-hearted and compassionate, ghost attack x tolerant, pitiful, growth-type, gentle in the early stage, crazy in the later stage, beautiful and accepting, double clean, he.
2. It is an empty theory without any evidence and a mixture of dynasties, which is not a political strategy. Gong is a good guy who was framed. Decline writing guidance and ky.
3. The attack and reception are locked by double arrows, the attack and reception favor each other, the dream cannot be reversed without dismantling, and there is no secondary CP.
The copy was written on July 27, 2026 and has been screenshotted. Please do not steal it.
Intention: Be happy every day.