On the eve of the draft, Zhen Huan opened her eyes and returned to the age of seventeen. Her memory stopped at the moment when poisonous wine was poured down her throat and Yunli fell to the ground - she vowed never to enter the palace again in her life!
A secret edict came down: She is still "born as a phoenix". If she does not enter the palace, the nine Zhen clan will be buried with her!
On the day she entered the sedan chair, she bumped into Concubine Hua, who was wearing a fiery red Luan robe on the royal street. Enemies met, but the same smile brushed across their lips: The emperor wanted to play sitting on a mountain and watching the tiger again? Then it depends on whether the tiger eats the dragon or the phoenix slays the dragon!
The Shura field in the harem is upgraded ahead of schedule——
Zhen Huan first rescued Concubine Qi, then snatched Wen Yi, used Concubine Duan as a gun, escorted sister Mei out of the palace, and stuffed Chun'er into the dragon bed as an eyeliner; Concubine Hua shook her armor, raised her hand and slapped the queen, and the gold and silver medicinal materials in the private treasury were sent to Sui Yuxuan like a stream of water - "Ally, tonight the Dragon Slaying Bureau is short of your cup of tea."
In the previous dynasty, Yunli, who was reborn as a mad critic, returned with a knife, and washed the bronze camel with blood with Nian Gengyao, and crushed the steps of the dragon chair with the words "Qingjun side"; in the harem, the regicide twins stood side by side, the red sleeves flew in front of the dragon bed, and the dagger and the poison flashed coldly.
The emperor has been watching plays for half his life, but he was finally bitten by the play - "Your Majesty, in this chess game, the concubine and the Chinese concubine hold the chess piece. They will not stop until they die."
The phoenix robe burns out and the dragon's blood stains the steps; if the country is destined to bleed, then use the blood of the emperor to pave the way for their sisters!
——What they want is not favor, but the loud noise of the dragon chair collapsing!
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