As a third-rate actor, Lin Yu encountered an accident and traveled to the Shen Dynasty a thousand years ago. His original body was Shen Xun, the fourth prince of the Shen Dynasty. From the initial discomfort to becoming accustomed to it now, watching the people around me fight for power, I didn't want to get involved in the dispute, but others kept pressing me step by step.
On the day of the emperor's death, the war was raging. He blocked an arrow for the man and then lost consciousness, falling into a dark world, confused and uneasy.
When he woke up, he was lying in the bedroom, looking at the modern furniture around him, feeling familiar yet unfamiliar. He gradually discovered that he had lost important memories.
It seems to be... About a person's memory.
Short plot:
When Gu Yan went to the backyard of Fragrant Garden, Shen Xun was lying sideways on the lounge chair next to the flower bed.
He walked lightly to Shen Xun, and the unadorned sunlight shone on Shen Xun's delicate and handsome face, which was quiet and beautiful. His black eyelashes were clearly defined, and they occasionally trembled with his closed eyes, which was very playful.
Only when sleeping does he show his true self.
Shen Xun, you are my salvation in this life.
Shen Xun, can I stay with you all my life?
He looked at Shen Xun, even though he had thousands of words in his heart, he did not dare to say a single word of these thoughts in front of Shen Xun.
Now that I can see him every day, I am content.
I wanted to take one look at him and leave, but the lingering emotions in my heart were scattered around him, and I couldn't calm down for a long time.
Just once, just this time.
Gu Yan lowered his head, slowly approached Shen Xun's face, and kissed it gently, like a dragonfly touching water, but he cherished it extremely.
Shen Xun's long eyelashes trembled violently, and Gu Yan knew that he was about to wake up.
Gu Yan immediately straightened up and took a few steps back.
The tenderness just now was also hidden by him and disappeared without a trace.
Ps: This article is fictitious, cold and time-traveling, biased towards the early times, and the writing style is limited. If you mind, please don't read it.
Intention: Love must be bravely spoken out