[Written on a whim, no outline, running entirely on enthusiasm. Read at your own risk!]
In her previous life, Lin Ran lived secluded in the inner chambers and refused to go out, even if it meant dying. One chance encounter made someone remember her for a lifetime and search for her through another.
In her previous life, he was a young general who never lost a battle. He should have become the supreme ruler, but instead he was buried on the battlefield for her.
In this life, Lin Ran said, "Fu Jiu, this time I'll be the one to pursue you."
In this life, Lin Ran said, "If you want to be supreme ruler, I'll be the matriarch of the realm. If you want to retire to the countryside, I'll fill our home with vines and gourds."
In this life, Lin Ran said, "Uncle Jiu, in this life, may there be no one else by our sides. May we never part, and may we remain together, loving and longing for each other forever."
Later, a children's rhyme spread through the imperial city: "There's a girl of eighteen in the imperial city, so beautiful she outshines the immortals. Frail and sickly like Daiyu, but once she's well, she's quite a different person. She lured Uncle Jiu away, and he never came home."
"Uncle Jiu in the palace is twenty-four. He won't marry or have children. He'll never forget the battlefield. One evening he went home and got lured away. The emperor cried, 'Give me back my son!'"
[The female lead is reborn. Both leads are each other's one and only. This is a fictional setting, so don't take it as real history.]
[After it's complete, I'll occasionally go on a bug-fixing spree.]
Theme: Love and being loved
The man in black appears again~~ Anxious
When did the Nine Kings know Lin Ran's true identity? Want to love but can't love, pitiful...
I think brother Yuan Yi may also be a person with a story~~
Come back faster than a little flower
But don't rush, try hard to take the exam first~~
Are you so willful and determined not to update regularly...
Are the two partners CP? The second prince Zhuge is also a cp?
With a wave of his hand, there was a pile.
Bury it and blow up the author!
Is this the rhythm of opening up a new battlefield?!