When the ominous omen of "Yinghuo Shou Xin" pierced the sky, National Master Xie Yanxiu's eloquent prophecy collided with Regent Li Weisu's cold questioning, and the gears of fate turned crazily. Who would have thought that a farce caused by a crane taking away a jade pendant would cause the two of them to fall into the medicine pool. The splashing water contained indescribable emotions. From the horror of the imperial mausoleum refining the corpse poison to the hilarious oolong of Wen Rujiu's misuse of aphrodisiacs, the intrigues of the court and the absurd daily life are intertwined, which opens the prelude to this ups and downs legend.
They are like twins of destiny, testing each other on the way to explore the star map. The secret fight in the library, the beauty taking a bath, the ambiguity of sleeping on the same bed, every confrontation is like arsenic with honey. In a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, Xie Yanxiu was forced to dress up as a merchant's wife, and Li Weisu deliberately called "Madam" in public. In the bloody puzzle of wits fighting in a brothel and corpses hidden in flower boats, feelings grew wildly between suspicion and protection. The love-hate entanglement between the deputy CPs, sweet kisses, or life-and-death protection, adds a rich touch to this story.
As the truth is revealed layer by layer, Li Weisu's identity as an orphan from his previous dynasty stirs up a storm. Xie Yanxiu does not hesitate to use forbidden magic to protect him, but is punished by heaven and gradually loses his five senses. When Li Weisu knelt down and begged the Xuanmen elders for him, and when Xie Yanxiu carved an astrolabe and prayed before his soul was scattered, love and faith shone brightly under the crushing power of machinations and fate. In the end, Li Weisu shattered the star chart and changed his destiny, and a new dynasty was established. Xie Yanxiu, who had lost all his memories, instinctively held an umbrella for him. The words "Have we ever known each other" were the most tender reunion after thousands of sails.
Intention: boring
