In the thirty-sixth year of Qianlong's reign, it was the twelfth lunar month. Three feet of ice was cut into the canal.
Ye Muqing, the eighth-grade ice picker of the Royal Ice Cellar, touched a piece of ice - his palms stung, and the murder scene ten years ago flashed through his mind.
It turns out that he can see Bing's "past life memories".
If the ice is thin, the border will be defeated; if the ice is streaked, the south of the Yangtze River will be flooded. He chiseled away, and what he chiseled out was not ice, but the emperor's inner thoughts that had been buried in the Forbidden City for forty years.
The chief eunuch wanted him to measure the fortune of the country; the minister of the Ministry of Industry wanted his life.
The mute mother-in-law who sits at the door of the ice cellar every day has a piece of ice hidden in her lock bag that will never melt.
"The ice will melt when your father's name is crossed off the record."
But his father had been executed forty years ago - on charges of fire in the ice cellar and treason.
The whole city fell silent.
Ye Muqing raised the ice chisel above his head and smashed it into the deepest part of Yuhe.
[Mysterious fantasy about ice] [Using ice to measure the fate of a country, there is another world under the river] [Fantasy text about the real dynasty] [No harem, concentrate on revealing the secret]
