Sober and crazy, criticize the demon concubine × the sinister and powerful official
In the thirteenth year of Yongxi's reign, the great Wei Dynasty was suffering from serious illnesses, and the wind and rain were like darkness.
Both the government and the public said that the trouble was caused by the palace—
Mrs. Yifu, who came from the Prime Minister's Mansion and was born with beautiful beauty, was born in a thin horse. She was a demon star who deceived the king's heart and cut off the path of virtue.
Killing Zhongliang will bring disaster to the government, and the government will be in a miasma because of her.
On the night of the wedding, she dressed in red and killed the emperor with her own hands, ending the century-old glory of the prime minister's palace.
She is the crime that the scholar-bureaucrats talk about ruining the country, and she is an existence that everyone hates and punishes.
Wolf smoke suddenly rises in northern Xinjiang, and the country is shaken.
People all over the world are eagerly waiting for the great Sima Shen Cong, who once saved the country from falling, to return to the dynasty, slay the demons, and settle the world.
No one knows,
Whenever the night gets darker, the pillar of the country, on which high hopes are placed, steps through the shadows of the palace every night and steps into the hanging garden known as the "Sea of Evil" by the world.
The palace lanterns are dim and the pepper walls are fragrant.
A golden hairpin with a crane head that he had given her for self-defense was currently pressed against his throat, and his blood was pulsing under the blade.
Her hair was disheveled, her clothes were half-undressed, and her eyes were wandering.
"Mr. Shen has been slow to act this time for three whole days. He is disobedient. Tell yourself, how will you be punished? Huh?"
He lowered his eyes and looked at the person under him:
"How about punishing me so that I can't sleep tonight?"
Shen Cong half-closed his eyes, stroking the sharp blade with his fingertips, getting closer to Yifu inch by inch, and the golden hairpin in his throat also retreated inch by inch.
Before he even finished speaking, he was already the guest.
He grabbed the hairpin, locked her wrists, and engulfed her hands.
As their breaths blended together, he whispered, like a lover whispering, or like an evil ghost demanding a debt:
"Xiao Qi, have you forgotten? Your Taoism was inspired by me."
◆ 1V1, SC, fateful entanglement, ultimate love, hate and redemption, humble courtship from a high-ranking person, pure hatred CP.
◆ For a growth-oriented heroine, Shuangwen will look at how the heroine trains the dog after she grows up in the middle and later stages.
◆ Please do not take into account the history.
Intention: Let me change the turbid world
