There is a joke in Dongling Kingdom: Saint Yunzhao.
On a dark moon night, the blood of the royal family burns to the bones and burns to the heart, and only a saint can solve it.
But Yunzhao has presided over the ceremony for ten years, and the dignitaries of Dongling still mourn and die suddenly on the moonlit night.
She was ridiculed as a waste, and the emperor even sent her as a tribute to the enemy to make peace.
On the way to the wedding, the assassin's sharp blade forced Yun Zhao off the cliff.
Shura General Ye Xiao held her wrist tightly, and the black iron arm guard burned her painfully: "Want to die? Have you asked this general?"
The cold wind at the bottom of the cliff rolled up his blood-stained cloak.
No one saw that the flame birthmark under Yun Zhao's collarbone was burning.
No one knew that in the Baizhang Temple, the sacred tree branch in the hand of the silver-haired high priest broke with a sudden sound.
