Everyone in Suyuan City knows that there is a spiritual mountain called Shenhuang Ridge to the west of the imperial city, and there is a sacrificial hall that has been passed down for thousands of years, called the Great Ming Sacrificial Hall. The shrine is managed by a mysterious family, and it is said that they are soul masters who have been hiding for thousands of years. If you come to the Great Ming Sacrifice Hall, whether you are offering incense or making wishes, you will definitely have to kowtow to the soul-bearing master and ask for blessings. [Laughing and asking where the other shore is, it turned out to be a dream of three lives and a thousand years.
Young version of Jun Shaoqing: "Master, it's getting cold, please put on some clothes."
He Xi: "Then I'll bother you, Qing."
Darkened version of Jun Shaoqing: "Master! Tell me, who was the woman you went out to eat with a few days ago!!!"
He Xi: "... She is just my sister..."
Darkened version of Jun Shaoqing: "!!! You lied to me!"
He Xi looked innocent and spread his hands, "Hey, who would have the heart to lie to you?"
Jun Shaoqing squinted his eyes and looked at He Xi for a while, then suddenly rubbed his head on his neck, lifted He Xi's delicate black hair, and breathed warm air into his ear: "It doesn't matter to me how Master lies to me." Because you are already destined to be mine.
This is a story about the darkening of the protagonist (face covering). This is also a super willful author (super irresponsible). I write when inspiration comes (I will continue to revise it)
Author Weibo: Lu Wancheng, the second young master of the Lu family