"Xie Qing, are you kneeling on the dragon throne or the mountains and rivers?"
Mianqi's hanging beads made a soft sound, and I stared at his lowered eyebrows.
His fingertips traced the wet ink on the sapphire case:
"I kneel down,
It was the snowy night outside the imperial study in the seventh year of Yongzheng's reign.
It's the pear petals on His Majesty's sleeves,
Yes..."
The words stopped abruptly, and only one more sound escaped.
Later, I sorted out the old files of the Privy Council.
I found a few lines of small letters on the back of the Border Army newspaper:
"If I am bound to die,
May the spring breeze transform beyond the Great Wall,
Crossing the Jade Gate and crossing the golden steps,
Just to disturb His Majesty's case,
That pear blossom will wither. "
This morning the chamberlain came to report,
It is said that the pear tree in front of the court bloomed for the second time for no reason.
I stroked the severed hairpin in the sword box,
Suddenly I understood:
The most exquisite conspiracy in the world,
It's a lifetime of tenderness,
They are all hidden in the history of "rebellious ministers and traitors",
When future generations read it,
every page falls
Bloody flower marks.
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I still like to give myself five-star reviews. [Rolls eyes] I am very happy to see that there are really babies reading the books I wrote. Sometimes I feel that be is very cruel when I actually write it. But if it were not for my writing style, it seems that be would write better than be. Maybe be is the normal state of life. A touch of breeze and a pot of wine, hundreds of years of life, but only a few.