In ancient times, Fu Yuzhen and Zhao Jinhua fell into the water together.
Zhao Jinhua woke up and found himself in—modern times? Hospital?
A friend came forward to comfort him: "Jinhua, it's okay, it's okay, you're not disfigured, otherwise I'd rub someone's face to catch handsome guys in the future."
Zhao Jinhua: "..." Do people nowadays speak so directly?
But when they traveled to modern times, their faces remained unchanged. When they saw Fu Yuzhen, who had abused her thousands of times in her previous life, she looked at him without blinking.
The friend followed her gaze and looked at her nymphomaniac look. He glanced at her, then held her hand and said from the bottom of his heart: "Fu Yuzhen, you'd better forget it. You... There's no chance."
Zhao Jinhua turned back to stare at her for a while, then turned to look at Fu Yuzhen. Unexpectedly, Fu Yuzhen was walking towards her at this time and sitting in front of her carelessly. He asked lightly: "Why are you looking at me? Are you sick?"
Zhao Jinhua didn't expect him to be so direct. He coughed, adjusted his sitting posture and took his hands away. He also imitated his tone: "No, you look good. What's wrong with you? Is it possible that you still want to collect money!"
Fu Yuzhen laughed angrily: "When did Concubine Jing become so arrogant?"
Zhao Jinhua had just taken a sip of water. When he said these words, he almost sprayed a mouthful of water on his face and retorted: "I didn't expect the emperor to still remember me. After all, there are three thousand beauties in the harem. How could he remember a concubine like me who is not favored in the harem?"
Friend: "..." Are you just kidding me?
"Damn it!"
Intention: Regardless of past life, present or future, I will only love you.