During the fourth year of Emperor Jingzong's reign in the Tang Dynasty, the emperor was obsessed with polo and fox hunting.
When dyer Zhang Shao received the impossible task of weaving and dyeing the royal purple robe, he thought his life was at a dead end.
Until the diviner Su Xuanming calculated the hexagram of "rising to the palace and eating together".
The wine cart of the private salt dealer, the unpurified fake eunuch, and the childhood sweetheart who was elected to the palace have all become chips in the chess game.
When Zhang Shao rushed into the Qingsi Hall and sat on the dragon chair, he realized that the imperial meal was already cold. He had worked hard all his life, so why not be an emperor for a day and enjoy the imperial meal?
He dipped the purple grass juice and carved the words in blood on the throne: "This dragon chair is so painful that my bones hurt."
The torches of the Shence Army outside the palace shone red in the night sky, and a bigger storm of regicide was brewing.
