[The full text has an imaginary background, a Machiavellian story, group portraits of women, no designated male protagonist CP, there are two parts, the main line is plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, and this one is plum and bamboo. Each woman in it has her own representative flower, and has her own life experience and life. It is not a cool novel, not a cool novel, not a cool novel]
The emperor's star swayed, and the mountains and rivers collapsed.
Under the severe drought thousands of miles away, people died of hunger all over the fields, and they exchanged their children for food. And within the walls of the Vermilion Palace, the bloody chess game of Kowloon's inheritance has just begun.
She is Qin Meichi, the daughter of the general, Meipo Binghun. She was supposed to be holding a sword on the battlefield, but was imprisoned in a deep palace by broken branches, becoming Chimei trapped in a golden cage.
She is the bamboo, the sharp blade that grows in the dark night, and the toughness of the lonely bamboo. He was supposed to be a pawn of the conspiracy, but the traitor turned against the enemy and illuminated the abyss.
The court is like a sea, full of murderous intent. Every move is a chess game, every glance is a calculation.
She uses her pride as a blade to plan in the midst of singing and dancing.
She uses her life as a lamp to protect her in the dark places where no one can see her.
When loyalty becomes a sacrifice, when tenderness needs to be born with blood——
"If history books are not burned, why can't women write important books?"
The soul of the plum blossom is immortal, the knots of the bamboo are evergreen, and when the beauty is angry, I dare to teach the mountains and rivers to turn their ears!
