I like handsome guys, I am simple-minded, and I have always felt that a beautiful face means a beautiful heart. So I don't believe that the gorgeous and beautiful Ninth Prince Yinzhen is a bad guy, so I simply write a story to give him a happy ending.
I believe in science during the day and respect ghosts and gods at night. I like to watch time travel, but I think it's too scary to revive a corpse, so my heroine goes back to ancient times in a "scientific and reasonable" way.
My qualifications are mediocre, I am not good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the same goes for the heroine. Don't ask me how she won the heart of a handsome guy. If there is a reason for love, is it still love?!
I--, I won't say anything, count down to 3, 2, 1, and start falling in love.
Without warning, the plane disappeared from the control room's radar screen. No matter how anxious the airport staff on the ground were, the radar could never track any signal. The plane never appeared in the original airspace again, and even the wreckage could not be found.
It was his first time to fly on a plane. Wang Yuanyuan was restless with excitement, lying on the porthole to look at the clear blue sky and white clouds. Little did she know that a sudden outburst of sunspots would overturn everything she had known for the first twenty-one years of her life.
Mulan's paddock was very lively, and the emperor brought his relatives and nobles to hunt again. Suddenly a fireball fell from the sky, and the originally cheerful people panicked. The guards shouted, "Escort, escort!" A majestic voice sounded in the chaos, "Why panic, it's just a meteorite." Kangxi turned around He raised his head and said to his sons who came to protect him closely: "Yinreng, take a few people to see if anyone is injured." After a pause, he added, "Well, I have nothing to do. If you want to go, you can all go and see the excitement."
Yuanyuan's last memory was the plane's crazy bumps in the clouds and waves, the passengers shouting at the top of their lungs, and the sky outside the porthole that turned orange at some point.