Jiangshanyi

Overhead [The cold-hearted young emperor & the royal preceptor Duanya Renzang] The chess pieces are warm in the palm of my hand, and there is a clanging sound when they are dropped. The sharpest blade and the deadliest poison in the world In the end, they will forge each other's only place in the world in the fire. Above the chess game, in the prison of love He is the youngest chess player in Jiuchong Palace. At the age of seventeen, I could hold the blood-stained jade seal firmly, and at the age of twenty, I had tamed the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers into the lines in my palm. Everyone said that the new emperor was cruel - all the members of the Cui family in Qinghe were killed in one night, and no one in the court dared to look directly into Long Yan's eyes. But no one knows that every snowy night he hides marzipan in his sleeve and steps over the red wall to find the person who is afraid of hardship. She is the living priest chosen by fate at the altar. When I was seven years old, I knelt before God in white clothes, thinking that my whole life would be burned in incense, but he personally tore off the life-binding red silk. From then on, the palace was like a chessboard, and she was both a chess piece and a chess player. She used her medical skills to preserve his life, used celestial phenomena to consolidate his imperial power, and used her female body to shoulder the heavy responsibility of "National Preceptor". The silver needle in your sleeve can save the common people, but it cannot save your own addicted heart. On the night when he married a foreign princess, he left the palace full of red candles and walked towards her Wutong Palace. When she drank the poisonous wine given by the Queen, she smiled calmly at him and said, "Your Majesty, this minister has won." It turned out that she had known the plan and had prepared the antidote, and she had predicted that he would be so angry that he would bloodbath Fengyi Palace. Until the truth is revealed: her whole life has been a carefully designed drug guide, and his rescue began with a conspiracy. He knelt in the snow and begged for forgiveness. She cut off her black hair and threw it in front of him. But when the rebel blade pointed at his vest, she stood in front again. "Thank you Cizhou," she swallowed her blood and smiled, "I admit it... No matter what the plot or the sincerity, I can't escape you in this life." He trembled and covered her wound, crying for the first time: "Then I won't run away. I use the country as my betrothal and the rest of my life as a lock. I will pay you a just right." After being in the palace for thirty years, it is recorded in the history books that Emperor Yongchang deposed the Sixth Palace, leaving Empress Xiao alone. The emperor and the empress jointly ruled the two sages, opened the imperial examination for women, and expanded the territory of thousands of miles. In his later years, the emperor was seriously ill and would not go to court for the next three days. He held his hand and said: "The road to hell is cold, wait for me." He smiled: "No wait. You have to live a long life to see this peaceful age for me." What is not recorded in the history books is that when snow fell on his head that night, he kissed her palm for the last time and said softly: "I will not be an emperor in the next life, I will only be your thank you state." And she leaned into his ear and finally called out the title she had buried for half her life: "Husband, I'm waiting for you." The red plum trees blooming outside the window resemble the color of her wedding dress. ——In this game of chess, we are all chess players with "rational supremacy and deep affection undercurrent". We are mirror images of each other on the tightrope of strategy and emotion, and we are also each other's only flaw. Intention: Machiavellian