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和红颜祸水们一起穿越远古
Shuiyutian
In 2020, truck driver Lu Chen encountered a broken down car in heavy fog. Four beauties wanted to take his car. Then, he took the female star Liu Yifei and her three female assistants and plunged into the strange thick fog. When he opened his eyes again, it was already the Shura Field in 1939. From then on, the fog became a fate beyond their control. It may come at any time, throwing them into the late Qing Dynasty of the Eight-Power Allied Forces, Kangxi's San Francisco Rebellion, the Southern Song Dynasty's anti-Golden Front, the Northern Song Dynasty's Jingkang Disgrace... The fog could lift at any moment, leaving behind shell casings all over the floor and half-eaten pots of porridge. This strange team is getting stronger and stronger. Lin Daiyu broke the clay pot and shouted, "I'm not the Lin Daiyu who can only cry"; Pan Jinlian wiped the blood from the gun and said, "That broken book killed people, I am not a bad person"; Yang Yuhuan lay on the pile of corpses and cried loudly: "Why do you say I'm a beauty? I didn't do anything!" Sai Jinhua pointed in the direction of the palace and sneered: "Don't deify that place, I've also slept on a dragon bed." They are footnotes in history books, paper figures in novels, and victims of what is defined as "beauties are a curse." But here, next to Lu Chen's truck, under Liu Yifei's lens, they became real people. Home is not a house, it is people. As long as the porridge is still hot and the bowl is still in their hands, they can turn this troubled world upside down.
In 2020, truck driver Lu Chen encountered a broken down car in heavy fog. Four beauties wanted to take his car. Then, he took the female star Liu Yifei and her three female assistants and plunged into the strange thick fog. When he opened his eyes again, it was already the Shura Field in 1939. From then on, the fog became a fate beyond their control. It may come at any time, throwing them into the late Qing Dynasty of the Eight-Power Allied Forces, Kangxi's San Francisco Rebellion, the Southern Song Dynasty's anti-Golden Front, the Northern Song Dynasty's Jingkang Disgrace... The fog could lift at any moment, leaving behind shell casings all over the floor and half-eaten pots of porridge. This strange team is getting stronger and stronger. Lin Daiyu broke the clay pot and shouted, "I'm not the Lin Daiyu who can only cry"; Pan Jinlian wiped the blood from the gun and said, "That broken book killed people, I am not a bad person"; Yang Yuhuan lay on the pile of corpses and cried loudly: "Why do you say I'm a beauty? I didn't do anything!" Sai Jinhua pointed in the direction of the palace and sneered: "Don't deify that place, I've also slept on a dragon bed." They are footnotes in history books, paper figures in novels, and victims of what is defined as "beauties are a curse." But here, next to Lu Chen's truck, under Liu Yifei's lens, they became real people. Home is not a house, it is people. As long as the porridge is still hot and the bowl is still in their hands, they can turn this troubled world upside down.