The little girl Xin Chensu accidentally traveled to this inexplicable era.
As a college student who has done nothing in modern times, he is still an idle Xiaojiabiyu in this era. I just spend all day tossing around with the pair of embroidery threads in my boudoir, looking forward to my future life, comforting myself from time to time, maybe this is just a dream, maybe I will wake up when?
Unfortunately, before she could wake up from her dream, she was already Xin Lanyu.
I don't know who it was, sitting on the ground on the street, and a piece of piano and flute played, charming the spring thoughts of the young children.
I don't know who it is, but a few words on the cold wall of the deep palace embody the deep thoughts of the emperor.
I don't know who it is, but the silver armor on the battlefield is full of fierce blood, spreading the immortal souls of the brave soldiers.
I don't know who it is, the six-petal plum blossom in the high pavilion in the building has calculated the precious lives of many talents in the world.
Fortunately, as Xin Lanyu, she is still the same Xin Chensu as before. She still remembers that her husband's name is Miansu.
I am not afraid that my beloved will fall into deep sleep, but I hope that I will return home early without a face.
Sleep hormone belongs to Shen Su.
And the orchid year is only to commemorate the glorious years and the colorful beauties.