**Ember Ink Scroll·The Return of Qing History**
The young girl Ling Yi lives in modern times, but she loves the ancient dynasties very much. She always likes to imagine that she can watch the ups and downs of thousands of years, and she often glances at the ancient history before going to bed.
Suddenly one day, Ling Yi discovered that the ink in the annals of history was forming a whirlpool, seeming to involve her in some thrilling footnote.
The lights flickered, and a sound of metal and stone interrupted Ling Yi's thoughts: "It has been detected that the host has a deep obsession with the past affairs of the ancient dynasty. Now there is an opportunity. Will the host be willing?"
"Of course."
In a voice as clear as a spring, the system took out the Liang Dynasty scroll. Ling Yi dipped the wet cinnabar into the scroll and left bright red fingerprints on the scroll.
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When he opened his eyes again, the sharp cold air pierced Ling Yi's dizzy brain, and Ling Yi opened his eyes in the biting water. After being introduced to the system, Ling Yi knew that he had traveled through time into the body of a person named Ling Huaishuang. Just as she was about to get up, she raised her hand and touched the cold object on her neck, and the memories of the original owner came flooding back like broken jade: the fifth young lady in the Ling family was quirky, innocent and kind, and was loved by the family. However, she was killed and pushed into the icy water when she didn't want to.
The mist is charming, but Ling Huaishuang (Ling Yi) is ready to show off her grand plans.
I don't know if the rain in the courtyard has fallen this morning, but I suspect that the forest flowers bloomed last night.
Unexpectedly, this mystery is so complicated. Another winter has passed, and bits of frost are scattered on Ling Huaishuang's black hair. She is squatting in the snow and feeling depressed. Unexpectedly, the first thing that fell into Ling Huaishuang's eyes was a pair of silk shoes and combat boots. Looking up, what hit Ling Huaishuang's eyes was a pair of very beautiful hands holding a twenty-four-bone bamboo pattern umbrella to cover the top of Ling Huaishuang's head. The edge of the umbrella was lifted slightly, revealing the face and eyes of the umbrella holder like a solitary peak covered with snow - it was actually Xia Yanqing, a general who became famous at a young age. The young general Xing, who was supposed to be guarding the border in Mobei, now had unmelted Qiongying on his black cloak, and said with a smile: "I have heard about the name of the fifth girl for a long time. I wonder if the fifth girl has something on her mind. Can you tell me, the general?"
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Since then, an undercurrent that has not been recorded in history has surged. Since Ling Huaishuang and Xia Yanqing became acquainted, the two of them discovered that the so-called "Haiyanheqing" picture scroll of the prosperous age has long been turbulent and turbulent. So the two joined forces to work diligently and diligently for the future of the Liang Dynasty.
In the middle and late stages, the cold reminder of the system always hung in Ling Huaishuang's sea of consciousness: [Warning, warning, current national fortune value: 07%, please host to prevent Liang Chao's "Crane Returns to the Lonely Mountain" ending]. Ling Huaishuang took out the cold thing from her neck and suddenly saw that the small seal on it had been transformed into modern words: "It is not like snow on earth, but like a prairie fire."
Intention: "It is not like snow in the world, but like a prairie fire."
