Someone secretly muttered, "There is really no one more suitable to be our princess than Miss Changsun."
In the room, Li Shimin quietly looked at Changsun Wuyou who was leaning next to him. His slender fingers were circling the tips of their hair, and their green hair was entangled together.
The Anshen incense spread quietly in the room, and Li Shimin's eyes showed a tenderness and pampering rarely seen in a thousand years.
When he woke up just now and saw Sun Simiao, he realized that she had saved his life by exchanging blood for blood. He took her hand and looked at it carefully. From then on, she was in his life and he was in her life.
The ginkgo tree at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain in Xi'an, Shaanxi Province, was planted by Li Shimin himself. It has been beautiful for more than 1,400 years. Time has traveled through thousands of years. The only one who can stand by my side is you~