Jinhuangyi Mountains and Rivers

The fire waves licked the rotten beams, burning the last bit of light in Xiao Mingzhao's pupils into blood. She knelt on the blackened stone wall, digging the nails of her left hand deeply into the cracks of the blue bricks, and clutching the ice crystal earring tightly in her right hand - the tips of the red bird wings made of frozen glass were digging into her palm, and when the blood droplets dripped, they actually condensed into tiny ice particles in the flames. "Your Majesty the Historian can also miscalculate." Cui Heng's voice penetrated the fire curtain. The man's mysterious armor was not stained by any smoke and dust, and in the strange vacuum three feet around him, the flames bowed and retreated like living creatures. The bronze arrowhead in his palm glowed coldly, and the tail of the arrow was engraved with the seal script "Xiao Mingyu, Yonghe Seventh Year of Winter". The birth date of the young emperor exuded strange indigo in the firelight. Xiao Mingzhao suddenly laughed. The moment the skirt of his clothes was lifted open by the tip of the arrow, the jade-like blood-colored tattoo on his collarbone suddenly shone brightly, making the old scar between Cui Heng's eyebrows also glow with red light. "Do you really think..." Her blood-stained lips brushed against the other person's suddenly tightened wrist armor, "What is recorded in the history books is the truth?" Back in time and space When the exploding kerosene turned Cui Heng's pupils into a golden color, Xiao Mingzhao saw seven phantoms in the severe pain - in the first life, she knelt in the same position and accepted the order to commit suicide; in the second life, Cui Heng's arrow penetrated her throat... Until the poisonous phoenix hairpin in the seventh life pierced the young emperor's heart. The same bronze astrolabe always floated in the countless memory fragments. The eyes with the red bird pattern on the bottom of the disc were the marks of the burning ring on her wrist at this moment. "This time..." She let the flames engulf her increasingly transparent fingertips, "I want to rewrite history from the beginning."