I stayed up late to change my plan, and when I opened my eyes again, I turned into Hongshi, the third elder brother who was trapped in love and was sentenced to death by his father in "The Legend of Zhen Huan".
In this life, in the tenth year of Yongzheng's reign, Long Yue died in infancy, and the emperor took Zhen Huan to take refuge in Old Summer Palace.
I was left to "supervise the country", but I took away the soldiers of the Beijing camp, so that the nine admirals and patrol battalions could check and balance each other. Even the personal bodyguards were the father's spies.
History books say that Hongshi lost to Hongli.
But in the palm of my hand, I hold a "script" that none of them have.
The Kowloon chair was hanging in the air, and the chill was biting. I tightened my sable cloak, looked towards the Old Summer Palace, and smiled silently:
"Huang Ama, I understand the plan you laid out."
"But do you think that a modern soul who knows the outcome will be willing to be an abandoned piece on your chessboard?"
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