A piece of ancestral deed bound Xie Tingyun and Shen Zhiwei, the contemporary twins, to the same roof. He is the best in the capital with his organ skills, and can turn wood into gold with his fingertips; she is unique in the world with her incense making skills, and can blend all kinds of flavors in a single inch. On the wedding night, the red candles were shining brightly, but what was reflected was a three-foot-long glacier. The two of them had their own thoughts - the wrong rosin bag led him to spend the whole night dismantling the incense in the goose pear tent; while she smelled a silent provocation in his gadgets.
Pressed by the emperor's order, the two must work together to recreate the lost "Jiuxiao Huanpei" incense box. He adjusts the reed, and the gold and copper chirp slightly; she lights the incense and seal, and the green smoke curls up. Amidst the noise of failure and the burnt smoke, he suddenly covered her hand: "Your incense is messed up." The breath was hot and close at hand.
When the Qingyue resonance finally sounded in the box, and the incense moved with the sound, thunder exploded, rain poured down, and the candles were extinguished. In the darkness, his breath burned on the shell of her ears: "Pear juice is boiled three times to get the sweetness, and agarwood is ground to seven minutes... Pine needle dew is cold and pure when only the seeds are taken." He actually knew all the secrets of her incense making.
"The light in front of your window always reflects on my window where I am not sleeping."
As soon as the words fell, the ice of contract suddenly thawed. He knows her fragrance, and she understands that he knows everything about her. From the cold bondage to the resonance of the soul, the harmony of the fragrance and the spark of a prairie fire, and finally the unswerving deep love.
Intention: Face yourself and the people you love