Your Majesty, Please Accept the Invitation

First meeting, She was in her prime, he was in high spirits, and a lovesick red bean weaved a bone-deep tangle that was constantly being cut and sorted out. If being emotional is wrong, what is right? The flames of war, the emperor's dominance, even the world-famous parchment can't sing all the joys and sorrows... Later, they met again in the depths of Qu Lan. He made an alliance with blood and painted the ground as a prison: "My youth is like bamboo shoots, and my hair is stained with frost. Do you know that the ups and downs of these years are all because of you?" Yijiang's beauty was not as tender as his eyebrows. She squeezed those familiar hands and smiled: "If you are a rebellious minister, I will be a thief. From now on, I am willing to accompany you to become a pair of bones in the green mountains and rivers."