Shili Changsheng Palace

Who did he lose his three thousand black hair for? He couldn't see through a pair of eyebrows in the painting that looked like a veil. In the end, he was the one who betrayed her filial piety. Do you blame her? A cunning light flashed in the beauty's eyes, and she curled her lips at the ten-mile palace grid. "As long as the world is covered in the palm of my hand, the expected betrayal is no longer a threat, do you understand? Beyond the sky." With a long sigh, the jade pendant on the flute turned red, exuding cold light and mixed with gentleness: "Chu Chen, if you want to win the world, I will try my best to help you rise, even if the whole world is my enemy, even if everyone rebels and alienates, even if, what I don't want the most is... To make you hate me too. This move is doomed for me to lose from the beginning." Emperor Huang, with kind eyebrows and bright eyes, closed his eyes, and there was that vague, distant and melodious smile at the corner of his mouth. When he opened his eyes, the sky and the earth were clear and bright, and all things were bathed in the sunlight. It was slightly dazzling, but there was no warmth. That was the power of the emperor, and the silence of the few. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.