The most proud sight for a mortal in a century is to be named on the gold medal list, have flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, and have one more child and grandson in the house.
But it was just the blink of an eye in the fairy world.
Zhou Pjing's life is every glance he is afraid of missing.
Mingshi picked up a half-dead man on the road. Chaoyin Temple said that it hurt his heart, so the medicine was useless, so the third prince just picked it up somewhere and sent it back to where he was. Mingshi didn't believe in evil, and wanted this man to stand on a small stone bridge and feed fish, play with cats under the eaves under the slanting sunlight, and pick off dragon scales with his own hands. How could a panacea be as good as the flesh and blood of gods?
"Fuck the rules and etiquette."
Mingshi took the Tianjong Divine Fan to the Chang'an official palace for a banquet. The junior brother asked the chief senior brother anxiously: "I heard that the third prince is here? Is the Tianjong fan as magical as the legend?"
Zhou Pukjing thought about it and replied: "As a magic weapon, the prince is good."
Intention: Positive and uplifting