"The Cangshan Mountain is covered with snow, and the sky is brightly lit to the south."
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After sleeping for forty years, Zhu Yao was told that she had a little husband.
She is more than 500 years old and she actually has a 19-year-old husband.
Moreover, the appearance of this young husband was somewhat similar to that of an immortal she once admired. For a few moments, she had doubted that he was the reincarnation of Lin Mingzhu, the Cangnan Immortal. However, no one knew that Lin Mingzhu had lost his soul when he died in the war and could not enter the reincarnation.
Originally she just wanted to be a little idle mountain god, but she couldn't be idle now. Things happened one after another, leading her to pursue the truth about Lin Mingzhu's death.
At the same time, her young husband, Shujie, was bent on seizing the throne, and she was involved in mortal grudges.
She looked at Zi Shujie dressed up as Lin Mingzhu, wearing a mysterious dress, with eyes as cold as ice. He pressed her down on the bed without any pity, and his tone was as hardened as ice: "Your kindness to me has always been based on my resemblance to him, right? What you like is this face."
She didn't know whether she was laughing angrily or something, but she turned over and pressed against him, leaning into his ear: "You scheme against me, and I use you. We don't owe each other anything."
"Do you really think so?"
"Yes."
"Okay." Zi Shujie lowered his eyelids, with dark eyes, his hand attached to the back of her neck, pressed forward with a little force, and kissed the person opposite him who made him love and hate her.
Intention: Love yourself well.