In the 16th year of God's blessing, the dying Emperor Zhao Ye touched his younger brother's head with his withered hands and left a sentence: "Bury me in Wangyue Valley of Qingtai Mountain, and I will not need to be worshiped by future generations." After that, he passed away.
Three hundred years later, in midsummer, His Majesty the Emperor Wu, who was resurrected from a dead body, met Lin Yanjing, who was being hunted and on the run in the deep forest. The heart that had not moved for fifty years in her previous life actually moved in this other world.
His Majesty Emperor Wu: "Xiao Jing, I can help you with your practice."
His Majesty Emperor Wu: "Xiao Jing, I made a sword, you can use it first."
His Majesty Emperor Wu: "Xiao Jing,..."
Lin Xiaojing: "... Have you collected the betrothal gift?!"
The rebirth of a poor emperor + the young master of an aristocratic family
This is the story of a poor and reborn emperor who digs his own grave in order to collect the betrothal gift.
It was an era when "rituals collapsed, music collapsed, tile cauldrons thundered, high banks turned into valleys, and deep valleys turned into mausoleums"... Zhao Ye pretended to be melancholy.
Young Master Lin blushed, he peeked at my collection of story books again...
Intention: Do what you want to do