[The Crown Princess x Little Nun]
Yuling is the daughter of an old nun in the nunnery.
She has known since she was a child that there is a peach tree planted in the yard that will not sprout.
When Yuling was twelve years old, the peach trees began to draw strips, and a well-known good official had an accident. The nunnery helped the refugees who escaped from the city and adopted several children.
When Yuling was sixteen years old, the princess suddenly died suddenly. The court ordered the arrest of key criminals. Officials broke into the nunnery and her best friend was arrested. Before leaving, he told her not to be sad and to forget her.
Yuling was eighteen years old. She witnessed a civet cat change for a prince, and her best friend died in front of her. The official searched for the jade seal and falsely accused the nunnery of murdering the princess. Overnight, everyone fled under the peach blossom tree, and she was the only one left in the end.
Some people say they shouldn't mind their own business.
The uncle wants to usurp power and the throne, and the princess who gets in the way is just a cover.
In the game of imperial power and wealth, they are just ordinary beings.
Yuling often thinks: Is it really wrong to save people?
The peach trees in the yard bloomed at some point, and Yuling guarded the empty nunnery.
After the uncle ascended the throne, the cruelty of officials became more severe, and there were more and more refugees.
Yuling's adoptive mother also died of illness.
Until one day.
Full moon, bright night.
The fairy in pink shirt floats gracefully down.
She came to Yuling and stared at Yuling with her extremely similar eyes.
Those are the same eyebrows as those of my best friend.
The Peach Blossom Fairy on the moonlit night said to her: "Do you want revenge? I will kill them for you."
Reading guide:
1. Both girls were adopted by nunneries.
2. Shuang Jie, an old friend turned into a ghost, broke off straight and turned, and finally returned to the secular world, the relationship between human and ghost is not over, a short story, he.
Intention: My heart is like the bright moon, wishing to illuminate your life and bring peace to you.
