[Cold, smart and caring heroine x fake crazy criticizing the real poor prince]
[Pure ancient words + strong men and strong women + micro group portraits + Machiavellian tactics + suspense + slow heat]
At the banquet in Zhaoyang Palace, he stumbled forward while holding a wine cup and fell into her arms. He raised his gorgeous face and said with a smile: "My dear, please forgive me, this wine is too strong——"
In the Penal Prison, she fell silent while looking at the soft cushions hidden in the haystacks and the pastries that were refreshed regularly in front of her eyes.
Later, at the Jianghuai Chamber of Commerce, he put his fan against her chin and asked one word at a time: "Do you love me or not?"
The person in front of him was dressed in fine clothes and had a jade crown, his eyes were dyed light red, and his smile contained the gloominess that had been hidden for more than twenty years.
He moved the fan forward for half a minute, and his voice suddenly dropped, sounding like a begging, but also like a threat.
"We will always be together... Okay..."
In the eighteenth year of Yuanhe, there was a fire in Chunwei and the students died. The handless painter has a copper coin eye, and the eunuch guarding the mausoleum has a blood letter. I am leaving the imperial power in the human world, among the golden gates, golden cicadas and ghost fires.
