"He buried his sins with three hundred miles of begonias, but pierced the sharpest blade into the heart of his lover."
Blood Scheme
The prince of the East Palace, Jiang Yan, has a bloodthirsty and crazy bone hidden under his warm skin. On rainy nights every month, he kills his substitutes to ward off disasters, and there are many finger bones buried under the crabapple forest that he cultivated with his own hands. Pei Xuexiao, a witch doctor from southern Xinjiang, entered the palace with a silver mask. The cinnabar mole on his forehead coincided with the old traces of poison in his previous life. On the night when the twin poisons were planted in the heart, the black crane cloak and the shark crocodile star chart were entangled in the rain of blood - the symbiosis of pain was a curse, and it was also the carnival contract of their abnormal love.
Forbidden chess game
"Does Your Highness know that all you kill are your own shadows?"
Pei Xuexiao smiled lightly as he stroked the bleeding soul-locking nail on his collarbone. He tampered with the astrologer's memory and turned Xie Yun into a living creature on the chessboard; the hallucinogens in the soothing incense he concocted corroded the prince's sanity. When the bronze mirror at the end of the mirror corridor reflects the six layers of time and space, the secret of the civet cat's exchange for the prince twenty years ago pours out along with the jade fragments of the peacock's cannibalism. Reincarnation Dilemma
The white peacock swallowed the puppet carved with "Zhao Zhao" and spit out the broken hairpin of the previous life's crown princess. When Xie Yun performed a caesarean section to retrieve her baby, a blood begonia birthmark bloomed on the baby's palm. Shen Zhou tore off the tattoo of "The boat is overturned and the inkstone is sinking", and the identity of the orphan of the previous dynasty unveiled the prelude to the mirror coup. In the missing eye sockets of the deep palace Buddha statue, black worms are eating lies that tamper with memories.
Aesthetic Violence
◇ The black crane cloak flits across the palace wall, lined with alizarin red like the bleeding setting sun
◇ The sound of the pestle crushing butterfly wings forms a duet of death with the whine of the torture instruments.
◇ The bronze mirror gallery reflects the cracks in time and space, and the searchlight of the modern archaeological team illuminates the panicked faces of readers in the mirror.
