Chen Yuanyuan played the piano with a smile, and her fingertips were playing not only the strings, but also the chess game in the world.
She knows that she is the legacy of Chongzhen, but she is willing to become a famous prostitute——
Soldiers' talismans were stolen from the beds of powerful officials, grain and grass were burned in the Qing army's tents, and murderous intentions were buried in front of Li Chuang's palace.
When Wu Sangui was furious for her, she was turning the gun on Shanhaiguan: "The general is wrong. What I want to save is never love."
On a night of war, a woman wearing a dragon robe stepped across the broken mountains and rivers, and the vermilion palace door burst open.
"This dragon chair is suitable for sitting alone. Can you guys - kneel down?"
