In the seventh year of Jingyuan, Left Prime Minister Shen Jing carried out the New Deal despite his illness, but became the target of criticism from both the government and the public. Everyone knew that he was a close official of the emperor, but they didn't know that the man on the dragon throne was the chess player who intentionally or unintentionally put his own hands in the snow.
"You..." The emperor lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the man's pale lips.
They were lovers. Coming from the uprising army with swords and swords, he rose from obscurity to great power.
"Your Majesty." The Prime Minister smiled lightly, "I understand."
Cinnamon stick fragrance
The rain and the ringing bells remind me of the chaos in my homeland, and it is difficult to remember the past. I can still see the shadow of Ling Yan, and everything is young. Drinking wine in a good time is covered with clouds and rain, pouring the Beidou, the mountains and rivers are boundless. Full of ambition, hugging each other a little, loving and hating each other. After years of forgetfulness, chasing deer is the main thing, the spring spirit is light and the wine is not as good as the Qing Dynasty. The sorrow and hatred are unforgettable to me, and they are the walls of Suyue's heart. It's hard to bear the words of each other. Once upon a time, the emperor and his ministers were separated by the Qiu River. Left alone in the world, the sails are set in the setting sun, and the light is rippling.
[Niannujiao·Lingyan's Old Dream]
Afterimages of frightening dreams, carrying clear lamps, wearing military uniforms over the years. The old things have returned thirty thousand miles away, and I am alone and desolate. Somewhat true or false, the brocade book is still there, and the young man is hard to find. The good scenery is in vain, and the infatuation is unforgettable. The fragrance of old friends is lost in time, and the bones are sick in cold quilts. It seems that the words are absurd. Look at the vines and grass in Zhulou and the smoke, and there are thousands of gambling games. Sighing at the two rivers, wandering in other towns, Zili looked at each other. When will the show end? Ling Yan will never leave.
Things to know before reading:
1. A fictional story about emperors and ministers in ancient times. It is neither official nor historical. It is very fictitious. Please do not pursue it (). High school humble work. I hope everyone can understand it.
2. The title of the Jinjiang style novel is probably "My wife doesn't seem to love me anymore after I ascend the throne. How to break it", the cp is the emperor x the prime minister, body and mind 1v1
3. Highlight! ! Text be warning! ! ! Can write HE extras
4. Very important! *The text is from the first-person bystander perspective! ＊"I" is the eunuch beside the protagonist, but the story revolves around the protagonist!
5. Inspired by Zhang Liang's response to Liu Bang's award of 30,000 households in "Historical Records: The Liuhou Family". If you are interested, you can learn more
Intention: People's hearts can change