The young emperor met his fate and antidote.
In the thirteenth year of Kangxi's reign, the night was heavy with frost on the banks of the Beisha River. A red fox scurried across the withered grass. The young emperor who drew the bow never expected that the arrow would shoot through the most amazing encounter in his life - the second-grade Nalanzhu of the Guo Luoluo family. He was a fierce horse in red, training an eagle like lightning. He was proud of the wind and snow in Shengjing, and threw half a bloody red fox at his feet.
This is Hai Dongqing, who cannot be imprisoned in the Forbidden City. It is the most dazzling cinnabar on his nine-dragon robe.
From the war in San Francisco to the war in Taiwan, from the yellow sands of Mongolia to the undercurrents of the palace, she accompanied him through the most rugged years on the road to becoming an emperor. He has seen her majestic figure reflecting the moon, and has tasted her tenderness when drinking wine from a golden bottle; he has experienced her stubbornness that she would rather break a jade-handled dagger than bow her head, and he has experienced the pain of her tears when she put on the palace makeup to protect the family.
Misunderstanding is like ice, acquaintance is like fire.
When the proud eagle finally learns to hover under the nine-fold eaves, when the lonely dragon begins to know how to keep the warmth of his palm for one person——
After all, these thousands of miles of mountains and rivers need two hearts standing side by side to build them together.
"I want this gold to be intact."
"I only want the eyes reflected in the bottom of the cup."
——The legend of the imperial concubine never ends in the deep palace.
Concept: The Legend of the Imperial Concubine
