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After the car accident, Li Zhengyang felt heartbroken when he looked at the girl crying in tears beside his bed. When he opened his eyes again, he returned to his school days and looked at the very arrogant girl who was waiting for him to take the initiative to apologize. Li Zhengyang sneered, thinking of how he pursued her in every possible way in his previous life, but in the end had no feelings for him at all. He brought someone to go through the divorce procedures as soon as the medical certificate came out. Even a dog will develop feelings after being fed for a long time. Block and delete, out of sight, out of mind, goodbye. Look at the girl who is hiding in the shadows and secretly following him like a follower. Li Zhengyang smiled slightly. "Hey, it's you, what are you doing secretly?"

Ye Youtan, who has traveled to a fantasy world, has to tell people's fortunes every day because of his lifespan. But no one believed it. Even when he was showing off, he was caught and imprisoned for collaborating with the enemy. After his release, his fortune-telling skills spread. By chance, Ye Youtan was invited by the empress to become the national preceptor. Enter the court as an official. Although he is involved in the battlefield between the monarch and his ministers, he can still win a glimmer of hope. "I have only heard of you for a short time, and I happen to have the method of practice in hand. I didn't know you..." He looked at the empress who was sitting on the dragon throne, with cold eyebrows, excellent appearance, simple clothes but a graceful and elegant temperament. Ye Youtan gritted her teeth and made a decision. What? Is there a minister secretly meeting with the rebels? I count! The victims rioted, looking for an opportunity to suppress them? I'll do the math again! Since then, the reputation of a peerless lackey has spread among the high-level officials in Daliang. Many years later, the drunken empress pinned him down: "Aiqing's fortune-telling skills are unparalleled in ancient times and today. Did you count the first day you were pressed under me? "