Introduction to the work "Murong Zhaozhao"
It snowed heavily in late winter, and all the loyal ministers in General Murong's mansion were executed. Six-year-old Murong Yan was put into men's clothes by her mother, hung with a gold lock, and stuffed into the arms of a loyal servant. The golden lock with "Peace" engraved on it was originally a pair with the "Changle" on my brother's neck. The mother fell under the burning threshold, and the brother and sister were scattered in the light of the pursuing soldiers' swords.
Murong Yan was hidden in the ruined temple. She couldn't bear the loneliness and slipped out, and met Prince Xiao Yan who emerged from the dog hole under the wall. The six-year-old prince was domineering and willful, and it was the first time he met someone who dared to contradict him and beat him back. "You come with me, I have something delicious." A bowl of pastries and a late return - Murong Yan failed to go back and was placed in the East Palace as a young eunuch. From then on, she disguised herself as a man under the name "Murong Zhao" and stayed by the prince's side.
She accompanied Xiao Yan to study, practice calligraphy, and grow up, from a willful prince to a young emperor. He dotes on her, trusts her, and relies on her. He doesn't know that the golden lock around her neck holds forty-seven blood feuds, or that she memorizes the name she wants to repay every night.
Outside the palace walls, his elder brother Murong Zhao was rescued by his father's old subordinates. He practiced swordsmanship hard and traveled around the world under the name "Shen Bijun", specializing in killing corrupt officials and paving the way for revenge.
Ten years later, Murong Yan found irrefutable evidence of the unjust case, and Murong Heng pointed the finger at the real culprit. Brother and sister reunite and recognize each other with golden locks. The court and the Jianghu team up to clear up the injustice of the Murong family. And the person who had kept her by his side since she was six years old - she was his companion, his closest minister, and his worry in the middle of the night when no one was around.
A hundred years of injustice, ten years of dormancy. May you always be happy and safe, and finally be reunited.
