In the third year of Yongxi's reign, Yecheng was swallowed up by snow.
When Shen Yan dragged half of his centipede-covered face and knelt into the Yeting Bureau, the old eunuch was picking up the ninth severed toe with golden pliers. Floating in the pool of blood was the red gold bell of the Dancer from the Western Regions, and the tongue of the bell was engraved with the same blood talisman as the one on her sleeve - before her father, Shen Yun, was beheaded three years ago, she drew it with the blood of the Hell Rat on her palm. It was this "Huang Sha Curse" that drove half of the Northern Qi Dynasty crazy.
Yeting is a well for people who stutter.
The chopping board of the clothes bureau smashed the finger bones of the palace maid, the sound of the cun of the abandoned concubine in the cold palace summoned poisonous bees, and the medicine cup of the prince in the east palace was filled with human toe bone powder. Shen Yan tightened his grip on the iron-wrapped wooden pestle. What was hidden in the center of the pestle was not cotton wool, but the names of three hundred innocent souls at Longxi Racecourse. When she licked the bloody mud off the soles of Mrs.
The snow on Tongque Terrace never melts all year round because there are too many secrets buried under the eaves.
The golden eyes of the Persian cat reflected the corpse of the ten-toed case, the honey-soaked plum picked up by the tip of the gray harrier's sword oozed the blood of his brother Shen Mo, and the centipede scar on Shen Yan's face was hot every inch - before her father died, he bit her palm and poured in not only the blood talisman, but also the gunpowder lines drawn from the corpses of refugees outside the Great Wall. When Mrs. Xue used her severed toes to spell out the late emperor's edict in the snow, and when the blood foam coughed up by Li Yan condensed into the words "Buddha's bones are in chaos", Shen Yan smiled. She smashed the clothes pestle and pulled out the jade Huang knife that was tempered with hundreds of poisons. The handle of the knife was exactly the guillotine that slashed Shen Yun in half.
"Why do you need make-up when you sting your face? The blood emperor makes his own sword."
Tonight, she is going to lift this palace that swallows people, and let the ghosts hiding behind the Buddhist niches have a taste of
