In the peach forest in late spring, Ye Yunjia picked up a bamboo flute carved with lotus, and also bumped into Wuwu wearing a green-faced ghost mask.
He is a lay disciple who has lived in the back hill of Huangjue Temple for ten years. He is nameless and no one dares to approach him.
She is the most out-of-the-ordinary girl in the Book of Etiquette. She climbs trees and hunts birds, writes stories about strange things, and is not afraid of anything.
She said: "What do you look like under the mask? Let me see."
He said: "Donor, you are too curious and can easily get into trouble."
The queen was assassinated, and the palace was filled with doubts. An assassination entangled the fate of the two people.
She covered his injuries, kept his secrets, and also revealed little by little the green face——
It's not a spirit, not a ghost, it's Pei Zhaohan, the orphan who has been wronged for ten years in the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion.
Ten years in the mountain temple, two layers of masks, and a bloody feud.
Everyone said that he was destined to be lonely and evil, and those who were close to him were unlucky.
But she wasn't afraid.
"Pei Zhaohan," she held the bamboo flute, her eyes as bright as stars, "Others don't recognize you, but I do. Others don't dare to want you, but I do."
The cold boat shines in the shadow, and the sea of suffering is boundless.
This time, someone had to pull him ashore.
Intention: In the undercurrent of fate and the whirlpool of the court, sticking to one's heart and running bravely will eventually illuminate each other's lonely remaining lives.
