Dying person x dead person
Qi Lingjiang was no longer in his hairpin years, but he was already suffering from all kinds of diseases.
After the family weighed the situation, she became an abandoned child and was sent to the foot of Zhongnan Mountain to recuperate and wait for death.
It was night, the moon was faintly visible, and the thin snow had not disappeared.
A young man came from behind the newly opened pear pistils. His loose clothes and belt brought out the strong scent of incense and candles.
He is as eerie and gloomy as a ghost, but his smile is gentle and touching.
The other party not only got rid of her inner demons, but also personally read medical books, went to great lengths to treat her chronic illnesses, and brought her back from the brink of death several times.
Qi Lingjiang liked him a little and wanted to marry him.
But when he turned the page of the secret history, he caught a glimpse of his yellowed name.
He died ten years ago.
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Ten years ago, no one knew Cui Shaoan.
He was astonishingly talented and beautiful, and as a young man he became prime minister. Once a piece of writing policy made a name for himself in the capital, and he once sealed a wolf in Xu and became famous all over the world.
However, he is a rebellious minister who is full of evil.
Taking advantage of his status as an auxiliary minister, he used the emperor to control the princes and repeatedly caused trouble.
He even killed the emperor with his own hands, causing the country to be destroyed.
Finally, on the day when the country was overthrown, Cui Shaoan committed suicide with his sword, and his blood spattered Kungang.
In the ten years after his death, Cui Shaoan was unable to escape every day.
One day, when the ice and snow melted in Zhongnan Mountain, he happened to see a girl admiring pear blossoms in the middle of the night.
The girl's clothes are stained with snow, and her smile is like the bright moon.
Cui Shaoan treated her illness, taught her strategies and mental skills, and personally sent her home.
Watch her comb her green hair and marry her husband.
But unexpectedly, on the wedding day.
The girl took off her complicated skirt and hairpin and resolutely combed her long hair. He wrote straightly, kowtowed outside the Orchid Terrace, and took over the burden of his deceased father and brother.
She wants to rewrite the history of the country and rectify the names of the deceased.
Or, to rectify his name.
Note: The male protagonist is a living person, not a ghost.
Intention: I would rather have jade broken into pieces.