#The cynical, arrogant and wanton third prince x the bright and flamboyant little fairy who plays straight ball
Mingshu is the youngest daughter of the Emperor of Heaven.
If you don't practice magic or swordsmanship, you will ponder your destiny every day.
There is a saying: "The destiny of heaven cannot be violated."
Mingshu figured out that he had a love catastrophe, and he could only achieve the status of a righteous god by surviving the love tribulation.
Through divination, she learned that her "destined" lover's name was Wen Cuogui, and he was a mortal.
She and the mortal will meet in the ruined temple.
The man was twenty-four years old, holding a red sandalwood Buddhist bead, with a mole between his eyebrows, and was as gentle as jade.
So she immediately packed her bags and went down to earth to find this man named Wen Cuogui in order to survive the love crisis.
But she didn't expect that she would lose her way as soon as she got off the earth, and encountered a sudden heavy rain, so she had to take a rest at the nearby Shenjun Temple.
At that time, a young man strolled into the Shenjun Temple.
He holds a red sandalwood Buddha bead and has a mole between his eyebrows. His eyebrows are unruly and gentle, and there is no hint of gentleness like jade.
He is also a bit younger, he looks like seventeen.
Seeing someone in Shenjun Temple, the young man raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised.
As soon as Ming Shu saw this familiar attire, he knew that this person must be Na Wen Cuogui.
So, he ran to the man and said seriously: "Please, marry me!"
With nothing to do, the stubborn god pretending to be a mortal said: "???"
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After getting married, Mingshu always felt that her husband was very mysterious.
He doesn't like to be touched by others and often disappears.
After the first day of marriage, he told her in a "gentle and polite" way: "I have a quirk and don't like human contact. Does your wife mind?"
Of course Mingshu wouldn't mind.
The days passed in a blur, and her husband disappeared every now and then. Just when Mingshu thought the situation was great and was waiting to become a god.
Mingshu suddenly wanted to go to the Shenjun Temple.
There happened to be a young man holding a Buddhist bead and a mole between his eyebrows. He smiled at her warmly and politely, "Hello, madam. I'm returning home from Beijing to take the exam. Is this the temple of the God of God?"
Mingshu: "?"
"What did you say your name was?"
"Wen returned by mistake."
Mingshu: "!!!"
His name was Wen Cuogui, so what was her husband's name?
Just when Mingshu was puzzled and felt that his mission was hopeless, a drawling young voice came from behind:
"That's it."
"Madam, please remember, my name is Li Zhiyu."
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Zhiyu Shenjun is the marshal of Zhongtan, the god general of the five camps, and the devil-conquering god who is respected by both Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism.
He is a rebellious and unruly person who often ignores the rules of heaven and is willing to pretend to be a mortal and wander around the world.
Everyone in heaven knows that the divine king once had a mortal wife more than ten years ago, who later died of illness.
He returned to heaven and calmed down his temper.
He kept his mourning for her for more than ten years and lived like an ascetic.
Until later the peach feast.
Princess Mingshu returned from all kinds of calamities, threw herself into the arms of the Queen of Heaven, and recounted the events of the past few years, "My husband died early, and my daughter is keeping her filial piety for him."
The voice was soft and waxy, exactly like the voice of the god's mortal wife.
As a result, the man who was drinking alcohol and was not stained by worldly things narrowed his eyelids. After seeing the figure clearly, he accidentally broke the wine cup.
Hearing the noise, Mingshu looked up and saw the face that looked exactly like her mortal husband.
Mingshu: "??!"
The man's slender eyebrows were smiling, and he looked at her calmly, "Am I dead?"
His face was restrained, and there was no hint of joy at the reunion.
Only the hands hanging by his sides grasped the hem of his clothes, causing veins to appear.
——I'm so sorry.
——You and I are destined to be entangled for the rest of our lives.
Reading Guide
*For the identity information of the male protagonist in the divine world, please refer to Nezha.
Intention: let fate take its course
