The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

After finishing speaking, another smile made the whole room shine instantly...

City gate?Isn't that an ancient saying?Could it be that Sima Yang...couldn't be... from ancient times, right?

I patted my beating heart and coughed calmly: "Si, Sima Yang...you, you, where are you from?"

"Zou Yuan."

Yuan?what is that placeIt should be an unknown small city.Huhu sounds like it has nothing to do with time travel. [

Holding the mirror, I let out a long breath.

But if this is the case, how to explain the scene just now?Could it be that when Sima Yang was playing cosplay at a lively venue, he was accidentally sucked in by the magic mirror left by his grandma?What about that quaint room?Was it the set they put up?

Aha, ahaha, people are really open now, and they actually play beautiful boys in the bath in the crowded cosplay scene...

Just when I was full of black lines and admired the behavior of those people, Sima Yang poured a basin of ice water on his head: "In the 19th year of Yongle, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty sent someone..."

"Yong, Yongle 19 years?!" Poor me, frightened by Sima Yang, fell to the ground with a "gudong" sound, the corners of my mouth twitching continuously...

While looking in the mirror, Sima Yang squatted down in front of me, "Don't you know what happened in Yongle in 19?"