
Liuli Zhao
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This is a novel about forgetting. The story begins with a snowfall in the late Sui Dynasty and early Tang Dynasty. Late at night in Jinyang Palace, the young King of Qin Li Shimin got a piece of luminous glass. He thought it was destiny, but when he stared at the light, he saw the blood splashing from the Xuanwu Gate, and the fear on his face that couldn't be washed away. So, he sealed this beam of light in rosin and buried it under a silent ginkgo tree in Zhongnan Mountain. What he wanted to bury was the young man who didn't want to be the emperor, the one who still shed tears. But he didn't know that if some seeds are planted, they will take root. Sixty years pass by like a white horse. The girl Wu Zhao dug out the jar of rosin under the tree. She has no awe, only compassion and ambition. She made a deal with the ancient tree that spanned three generations of emperors: you swallow Li Shimin's "regret" and I take away your "right." From the spring rain of Zhenguan to the thunder of heaven; From the green lanterns of Ganye Temple to the emperor's crown in Luoyang Mingtang. That ginkgo tree slowly boiled Li Shimin's soul into nutrients, making Wu Zhou's palace bloom on the white bones. The completion of the wordless monument is not the end, but a temporary hibernation for this long process of digestion. "The Legend of Liuli" does not describe palace battles or political intrigues. It writes about the dampness in the folds of history: When a generation of empresses used rosin to seal the light of the previous dynasty, when the historical pen of the Qianqiu Dynasty quietly broke in a deserted place, all we heard in the secret room of the Spring and Autumn Pavilion was just a sigh...
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