The jade face is fake, but Yama is real. Come to the door with your head raised to be an old friend!
Seven years ago, in Shuofeng Castle in the north, Dingbei Marquis Xiao Yuanshan was filled with blood and flames burned the sky. The only remaining dandy, the youngest son Xiao Che, returned to the capital in frail health and became a laughing stock.
Seven years later, in the dark night of the capital, a bizarre case of counterfeit banknotes involved the shady affairs of the imperial examination and the smuggling of salt and iron. That "jade-faced Yama" who was a lackey of cockfighting and lying drunk among flowers, took the initiative to step into the death row and smiled at the rack.
"Brother Gu, do you want to be a great master of Qingtian?" The prisoner whispered, igniting the chest of the poor No. 1 Scholar.
"Miss Shen, do you and I feel the same way about this 'bone-eroding cold'?" The silver needle of the cold-faced miracle doctor pierced through the layers of disguise.
He waved his folding fan, and Commoner entered the game, talking and laughing:
Cui family of Qinghe, leader of Qingliu? Let's see how this imperial examination list can be turned into a talisman!
Feng Bao, the Master of Ceremony, the lord of nine thousand? Listen to the whispers in the palace, how can they become sharp arrows that pierce the heart!
The King of Jin is eyeing the tiger, the prince is benevolent? A new grave has been added to the bones under this dragon's chair!
When the war breaks out again at the border, the dandies are gone, and the young men pick up guns. Behind him is the tight network of Tingyulou, the hot-blooded scholars of the poor family, and even the silver needle in his bare hands that went with him to the Mountain of Swords under the cold moon.
"Xiang Cui, was the fire in Shuofeng Castle still warm back then?" Xiao Che smiled, step by step, and said, "Today, it's time to roast your human skin."
However, at the end of the murder, those deep eyes on the dragon chair are the real bottomless abyss...
The power is like the sea, and the wisdom is as bright as the sky. The one who sees through the game enters the game, and the one who holds the chess piece is also a chess piece. At the top of this imperial palace, is it the fire that burns away the karma of the old world, or is it the lone lamp that illuminates the new world?
"Emperor Quehan" is a splendid song of conspiracy in a sea of embers and sinking sand.
