The Tribulation of the Green Palace

[Old saying + king + court + strategy + group portrait + redemption + soft spot] Lin Zhi plots, Zhu Qiang bleeds. The broken shadow of the jade steps is like a bow, and the death knell is ringing for the incomplete chess piece. The game of Jiangshan, the robbery of Qinggong. The candle and the dragon's hat shine in the deep shadows, and the ghost lights are bright every night in the deep palace. Is it true that as long as there is some connection with the Qing Palace, we will continue to fight and rob it? They are obviously connected by blood, father and son, ancestor and grandson, uncle and nephew, brother and brother, but they all go crazy over it, in vain of caring about human relations. In the Sui Dynasty, Qianxun was the grandson of King Xiang, and his father was the eldest son of King Xiang. King Xiang succeeded to the throne, and according to the ancestral order, he should be the grandson, and his father should be the prince, and he should be in the Qing Palace! But once his father was in trouble at the Imperial Palace, he was given the power by his majesty. Sui Qianxun had no choice but to do so. But the last thing my father did was to find someone to send away a six-year-old maid in the mansion. Due to some strange combination of circumstances, the little maid failed to leave. Later, someone went to look for the little maid. His eyes were lowered, not daring to look directly at that person anymore. He slumped down and said, breathless, "Ayuan... Is dead." Later, he met a woman who kept saying that she disdained being his concubine. But not long after, she lay in his arms like soft jade and said, "Please love me!" He smiled playfully and hugged her slightly trembling body, "Are you serious about this?" When she heard this, she was shocked and had goosebumps all over her body. She thought to herself that this charming spirit really requires some talent. He no longer wanted to be in fear all day long. He didn't know when the sharp blade hanging over his head would fall quietly. If it was just him, that would be it, but there was still her in his arms.