When Miss Xue Jiasan was nine years old, she was told by an unknown old monk that there would be a hair loss disaster in this life.
Miss Xue San naturally didn't believe it, until she was eighteen years old, she was sitting in front of the Buddha statue with a wooden fish in her hand, her waist-length black hair was all cut off, and the gentleness in her brows was no longer what it used to be.
The ancient Buddha of Qingdeng has been with me for more than ten years, and has been favored by the Buddha. When he wakes up, he is eleven years old...
She thought that this life would never be in vain again.
In Miss Xue San's impression, the prince, the future emperor, was not a love-struck person like his old father. After he succeeded to the throne, he had three concubines and six concubines, and all the civil and military officials could not fault him at all.
But later, when she was sixteen years old, the man was still alone. He held her between his arms in the bamboo forest, his eyebrows full of sincerity and calmness. He said, "Yueyue, you can only have a concubine when you are forty and have no children. What do you think?"
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Xue Lan: You are both death and redemption.
Qi Yi'an: You are both a devil and a Buddha.
Intention: to start over again