Traveling to an unknown dynasty is called imaginary, but to Bai Youmo, who knows nothing about history, it doesn't matter.
Opening your eyes and seeing silk and satin is called a palace drama, but to Bai Youmo, who has always been happy-go-lucky, it actually doesn't matter.
Touching the piece of chest at the airport is called cardamom years, which is called luck for anyone.
But when someone screams "Master, Master" desperately in your ear, it's like a bolt from the blue. For Bai Youmo, who has always been calm, it's like earth shattering.
I don't want beauties, I don't want women, I want as many beautiful men as possible, I want to be prosperous and prosperous throughout the ancient times... After screaming at the top of his lungs, he completely fainted, and Bai Youmo's ancient life began like this.