The snow in Li Chao always falls heavier than elsewhere. It falls on the tiles of the palace wall, and also falls in the cracks of the human heart. That year, the wind blew from the north, carrying the cries of refugees and the sound of fate quietly turning.
The night in the Imperial City is very long, long enough for a person to walk from the light to the abyss, and long enough for a person in the abyss to look up and see a beam of light that does not belong to him. The moment Jiang Wuci stepped into the palace, she didn't know that she would become a wedge in the fate of many people - some people lost their power because of her, some people went crazy because of her, and some people learned how to love again because of her.
It was in that kind of wind and snow that He Jinyao saw her for the first time. There were only shadows in his world, but her appearance was like a warm leaf that strayed into the abyss and was pushed to his feet by the wind. He wanted to grab it, but he was afraid of being burned; he wanted to push it away, but he couldn't bear to let go.
If the phoenix is not a phoenix tree, it cannot live there; if it is not a phoenix tree, there is no place to drink from.
The phoenix tree has taken root, and the phoenix will eventually sing.
But the phoenix tree is born in the soil, and it will be uprooted by the wind, beaten by frost, and broken by people;
The phoenix perched on a branch will also be trapped by love and hurt by hate.
Their story begins with this early snowfall.
Start with the shadow of the palace wall.
It starts with the sound of fate turning quietly.
No one knows how long this snow will last.
No one knows who it will eventually bury and who it will illuminate.
But when the snow falls, everything is quiet.
It seems that even fate is waiting with bated breath——
Waiting for the roots of the phoenix tree to take root deeper,
Waiting for the song of the phoenix to break through the long night.
Intention: love as a gu, hate as a blade. In the chess game of power, she used half-life love and hate as a temper, and broke free step by step from the prison of the double, and finally became the chess master who determined the world; he used obsession as a lock, and the country as an employer, but in the extreme tug of love and hate, he personally pushed the moon in his heart into a sword that slashed at him.