The bright yellow and black colors of the Jinluan Palace fought each other in the memorials, and the ink pens and wolf brushes were dipped in ambergris to write bloody letters of power and strategy.
One is the lone nine-level chess player, forcing him step by step into a cold and desperate situation; the other is the iron-clad swordsman, overthrowing the illusion of a perfect Jin Ou with thunderous momentum.
Under the jade steps, the undercurrent surged like a boiling cauldron, but on a night when the candle shadow flickered red, it turned into two burning wicks on the chessboard.
The sincerity and sincerity tempered by the power struggle are just like the confrontation between winter plums and green pine trees in the wind and snow, but their roots have already formed poems under the frozen soil.
When the heart-piercing sharp blade penetrated the corner of the robe, they finally understood the spring and autumn reflected in each other's eyes...
It turns out that the most brilliant way to usurp the throne is to imprison the true heart in the emperor's jade seal; the most deadly strategy is to use the rest of your life as bait to trap someone who will end up with your son! ! !
Spreading Sugar Little Theater:
All civil and military officials in the dynasty thought that the two were incompatible. Only the dragon couch in the imperial study room knew that the regent's counterattack was being staged every day.
On the wedding night, the regent hugged the pillar of the imperial study and refused to let go. The little emperor curled his lips aggrievedly: "We agreed to share the world, but why are you sleeping on the dragon bed by yourself?"
