I'm waiting for someone in Bianjing. I never thought it would be you, but I'm glad it's you.
In the eyes of outsiders, I am a romantic young man with an uncertain love and dreams of the world.
Now that I think about it, it was just to match your arrogance and unreasonableness.
A Yin, when the country is fine, it doesn't matter if I accompany you to make the Imperial College go crazy.
To put it bluntly, I was afraid that in those years of war, I was afraid that the time I would spend searching for information would be cut short.
This time, you are just my Ayin.
(Ps: A female disciple came to the Imperial Academy, a fanfic, the story is brand new, I hope everyone will enjoy reading it)
Intention: I want to give Zhuo Wenyuan and Song Jiayin a new story.