In the thirty-second year of Yongchang, there was an undercurrent in the court of the Northern Dynasty. Xiao Jing, the Crown Prince of Zhenyuan
Yan held a jade flute and talked and laughed happily, but secretly he had laid a dragnet. Nan Chao Gong
Lord Murong Wan was playing the harp in the deep palace, and behind the bead curtain, a piece of paper was quietly woven across the north and south.
Intelligence network, when her informants received the news that Taishi Yuwen Tuo was secretly deploying troops.
Breathe, the string broke in response.
Shen Moyan, the deputy envoy to the Privy Council who rose from a poor family, marked Zhu's approval on the military newspaper and banned it.
The military deployment quietly changed accordingly. Chu Huaizhou, the commander of the Imperial City Division, stroked the scar on his forehead
Marks, hawk-like eyes scanned every suspicious corner. And Jiangnan salt
Su Yuebai, the daughter of Shang, walked through the palace alley holding a poisonous lamp, her skirt stained with iris
The fragrance permeates the paths that the rich and powerful must pass through.
The dragon chair in the Jinluan Palace creaked, and the old emperor presented pills to Yuwen Tuo
The day is getting dark. A conspiracy conveyed by the sound of the piano, between the Haoying family and
The cracks grow between talented people from poor families. When the palace changes in the night, the firelight shines red Tai Chi
The glazed tiles of the palace, all the chess pieces will come to an end - only the chess player
Unexpectedly, the most fatal variable is never on the chessboard.
