The Old Enemy Prince Is My Wife

In late spring, blood soaks into the black armor. Jiang Yu knelt in front of the bluestone steps holding the broken halberd, watching Shen Ze's lacquered crimson python robe pass over the palace wall. The python embroidered with gold thread shone coldly in the sun, much like the fairy bone he dug out when he shed his scales. Three hundred years ago, on the coast of the East China Sea, Xian Zunyu, who was actually a blue-scaled dragon, dug out the water droplets on his forehead with his own hands to save his lover. Later, the bead was embedded in Shen Zeqi's jade crown and became his congratulatory gift for canonizing the fifth prince. Everyone knows that the newly promoted General Zhenyuan hates the Fifth Highness the most. He has threatened to send him as a hostage in the court, arbitrarily judged his favorite horse in the school competition, and even broke the glass cup in front of his case at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet. No one saw the jade lotus that Yu, whose pseudonym was Jiang Yu, found in the heavy snow in the mountains, the heart armor hidden under the broken porcelain pieces, and how he sacrificed his life to save her when he was young. Nor did they know that whenever Shen Zeqi coughed up blood in the cold palace, someone would always use his remaining fairy power to increase the potency of the decoction. When the ambergris burning in front of the emperor's bed was mixed with the smell of blood, it was the Nine-Death Resurrection Grass that Jiang Yu dug out his wrist veins to water. However, in Shen Zeqi's eyes, it became his poisonous plan to invite favors. "General Jiang is so loyal, why don't you try out your new dagger for your highness?" Shen Zeqi pinched his chin and chuckled, the blade moving against the carotid artery. Jiang Yu looked at the cinnabar mole at the end of his eye that was exactly the same as Ze, and suddenly remembered his true body that was split by thunder when he was demoted to the earth. The broken scales mixed with the rain of blood and fell into the mortal world, just to protect the beauty in front of him, whose heart was quenched with poison. On the night of the winter solstice, the rebels besieged the city, and the water droplets condensed into ice armor to protect Shen Zeqi, but Jiang Yu himself was trapped in the sea of ​​fire. The fierce flames licked the incomplete immortal bones, and he heard Shen Zeqi shouting something, but the backlash from the forced use of forbidden techniques for hundreds of years finally tore his soul apart. It turns out that love and hate have become poison that penetrates the intestines, and even ashes will pave the way to heaven for His Highness. Many years later, when the new emperor offered sacrifices to heaven, Shen Zeqi was stroking the immortal general in the ice coffin. Suddenly, hot water drops fell on the black armor. Thunder rang out in the clear sky, and half a green scale fell from the sky, landing on the missing spot on his heart. Intention: Hard work will bring results