In the thirteenth year of Cheng'an, he knelt at the foot of the steps.
I heard Xiao Jin say: "Raise your head."
On Yuan Yuan night, the lights were as bright as day, and the man held his wrist tightly: "Follow closely."
When the blood and fire surged into the sky, Xiao Jin screamed: "You are not allowed to die!"
He also protected the arrows with his body when they shot through the air.
During the three years in the northern border, he sent "The moon can illuminate the old man's clothes", but he only received the inscription "If the general in the clouds guards, why worry about the smoke rising in the desert".
On the day of triumph, he was imprisoned, his right hand was disabled, and he was imprisoned for four years in the cold and heat.
Until the night of the palace coup, the truth and weapons arrived together.
In front of Changning Palace, he leaned on Xiao Jin's arms, breathing weakly: "This time... The arrow came from behind..."
"Xiao Jin, I'm cold."
When the new snow fell, the promise of "believe in me" and the shocking edict of "sharing the coffin" became the final footnote of this deep palace past that began with gaze and ended in ashes.
Store permanently.
——Demining
Lots of extras, extremely offensive and controlled
Imaginary world, some place names and palace names are quoted
Large time span
Intention: The confrontation between power and emotion and the eternal price.
