In the late autumn of the seventh year of Yongning, a broken Qingluan paper kite passed over the wall of Leng Palace.
Eight-year-old Mingyi carried her skirt and chased into the ginkgo forest, crashing a chess game that had been planned for many years.
The ink bamboo patch on the young bachelor's clothes is soaked in the fragrance of medicine, but his fingertips hold up her poems filled with loneliness:
"The lonely goose is holding the cold moon in its mouth - Your Highness, do you know that the cold moon shines not only on the dry well in the cold palace?"
He dipped the morning dew on the remaining leaves and continued to write "Flowing Fireflies Crossing the Galaxy", but hid the blood stains on his sleeves in the dusk.
In the late winter of ten years, the impeachment details of Yushitai flew towards the Yuan case like snowflakes.
The former "little palace maid" of the Huanyi Bureau knelt under the Danqi, listening to the whole court criticizing her for having an affair with a criminal official.
Suddenly there was a clear sound of a jade tablet falling to the ground from behind the screen, and the new Minister of Public Affairs came out with a half-width ginkgo bookmark of "Chu Ci" in his arms:
"I, Shen Yanqing, am willing to prove His Highness Mingyi's innocence."
Some people saw fireflies rising into the sky from his palm, turning into a river of stars, and crossing the thirty-six closed vermilion palace doors.
The deepest palace hides the hottest poetic heart
The coldest spark burns out the warmest night
[Use poetry as an edge to break the situation｜Undercurrent of two-way redemption]
