Jianxingshu

Introduction This is a story about the past and present life, the reincarnation of marriage, and the warmth and warmth of human relationships. Mu Chuxia, the only daughter of Prime Minister Tianchen You. She was born in Tianchen Kingdom, but unexpectedly on the night of her sixth birthday, she dreamed of everything she had experienced in her previous life, and the person she still loved deeply at the end of her life. From the unremitting search for the phantom of the past life at the beginning, to the process of meeting the person who is willing to surrender his life, even reincarnation, Chu Xia finally slowly lets go of the past life and cherishes it. But later, everything gradually moved in a deeper and more complicated direction. The betrayal of friends, the loss of flesh and blood, the destruction of the family, the ruthlessness of relatives and the betrayal of loved ones all pushed Chu Xia to the cliff of life. Fortunately, she still has him... In fact, Chu Xia just didn't know at that time that what she saw was not entirely the truth of the matter. And behind those disintegrations, there is actually such a big conspiracy. Later, Chu Xia finally understood that if you want to doubt, the first thing you should doubt is not your closest relatives and loved ones, but your own eyes. However, when everything was about to end, she unexpectedly learned who the reincarnation of the person she loved in her previous life was. What will this sudden awakening bring to Chu Xia? Cause causes effect, effect causes cause. It turns out that in the dark, the past life is also this life. [Jianxingshu] If I hadn't seen the most beautiful spring scenery, how could I complain about the desolation of the night. If I had not experienced the warmest feelings, how could I blame the desolation of the human heart. If I hadn't believed in the most sincere promise, how could I be afraid of losing it? If I hadn't experienced the most unforgettable love and hate, how could I have seen clearly the confusion of the third life. Copywriting That day, heavy snow covered every corner of the palace. Xiao Yi sat alone on the roof of Yanhua Palace from dusk until late at night. How long are the memories of twenty-six years? Under the cold moonlight, the man who was as noble as a god raised his hand and wrote on the snow one stroke at a time. The snow kept falling like that, rising one after another, filling up the pen I just wrote again and again. And Xiao Yi kept writing like that, with a focused expression, and the doting smile on his lips never faded. Mu'er... Mu'er... ……. ……. Thousands of years later, no one can completely recall everything that happened in Luoan City in the past. The wind and smoke of the past are finally entangled with the long mist on the tea cup and scattered in the long river of history, composing the most beautiful song in the world of mortals, which makes people cry. The changes of history, the alternation of prosperity and decline, eventually buried all the stories, leaving them under the thick dust, and no one thought about them carefully. ☆★Collect this article★☆ Novel cover/Gu Ye P. S. I changed the cover, it's still made by Gu Ye╭(′3`)╯Porridge~