Deep Bamboo and Dark Smoke

Her name is Xu Hanzhao. The eldest daughter of the prime minister's palace, she is fifteen years old. She has almond-shaped eyes and skin as smooth as gel. When she smiles, a small pear dimple appears on her cheek. People call her "Little Pear Blossom", and when she walks, she makes a poopy sound. She is as sick as Xizi and is three points better. But that's just how she dresses for outsiders to see. The real her is a killer who lived to be forty-seven years old in later generations. She has blood on her hands and has seen life and death in her eyes. Her only concern is the sister who relies on her to send money to study. My sister died in a car accident that fall in front of the high school. When she received the news, the person had already been cremated. The organization did not allow her to go back. She didn't even see him for the last time. More than ten years later, she closed her eyes at night after a mission and never opened them again. When she opened her eyes again, she became Xu Hanzhao. The original owner of this body had just had a big fight with his parents over a scholar, and eloped overnight. He was dumped by the river, stepped on the air, and drowned. When he was rescued, the core had been replaced by her. She was lying in a strange bed tent, being held by a beautiful woman's hand and listening to her say, "It'll be nice to come back." That woman was the mother of the original owner. The way she looked at him reminded Xu Hanzhao of something he had never had in his life. She owed it to the original owner. I owe her a life and justice. The scholar named Zhou Mingyuan is a liar, and there is someone behind him. A young lady who specializes in defrauding rich families and running away after getting the money. The original owner is not the first, nor will he be the last. She had to find him. Not for the money - although the money has to be taken back. It is to let those who stare at her know: Xu Hanzhao is not a fool. If she is deceived once, she can peel off the liar's skin. Also for the original owner. That fifteen-year-old girl was moved for the first time, believed in someone for the first time, risked her life for someone for the first time, and then died in the cold river. She took possession of her life, her parents, and the favor that should have been hers. She has to collect this debt for her. But this world is more complicated than she thought. The emperor is a puppet, and several factions in the court fight like black-eyed roosters. The Prime Minister's Mansion is her cheap father's territory, the Anping Marquis Mansion is her sworn enemy, and the Hua family has its own faction that is eyeing her. Li Danyun, the son of a noble concubine, was born with a beautiful face and sickly bones. He spoke softly, but looked at people as if they were separated by a veil. He told her that there was Wangjiazhuang, thirty miles west of the city, where a group of people lived, specializing in making money and committing murders. "Don't go alone," he said. He didn't know what she did in her previous life. I don't know that no one can stop her from making up her mind. And the Nanfeng Pavilion - she wanted to ask for information, but she made a big joke. Nan Xing said that it was "a place where men go." She thought she was going to wear men's clothes, but when she put them on, she discovered that it was a male brothel where women had fun. She was blocked at the door by a woman in a dark purple dress with fox eyes and brows. She smiled and asked her if she wanted to have fun or sell. That woman is Shen Qiongyu, the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Anping and the owner behind the Nanfeng Pavilion. I didn't see that she was a woman. I just thought that she was an extremely handsome young man. She didn't panic when she was teased, and she didn't hide when asked. She openly said that she was looking for someone. "Interesting." Shen Qiongyu said. Xu Hanzhao didn't know that he had been targeted. She didn't know that in a corner of the capital, a thin beggar was huddled under the wall. She hadn't eaten for two days, and her eyes were turning black from hunger. She closed her eyes and thought about someone in her mind. Her sister. The only sister. She thought it would be nice if her sister was here. If her sister were here, she would definitely not be hungry. She thought about it and passed out. In a daze, it seemed as if something was floating out of her body, floating over the city wall, floating through the streets, floating into the deep house and compound, and floating into the heart of the person who had just woken up. Xu Hanzhao suddenly turned around. There is nothing outside the window. Only the wind, blowing the fragrance of osmanthus, poured in one after another. This is the story of a killer who is reborn as a concubine's daughter. It is also a story about an older sister and a younger sister looking for each other in a misplaced time and space. She wanted to find the liar to collect debts for the original owner and establish her own authority. She wants to find that "Wangjiazhuang" and uproot the nest behind her. She wants to make her own way in this court where power is strife. She didn't know what was waiting for her ahead. There was something hidden behind Li Danyun's frail skin. What's the calculation in Shen Qiongyu's fox eyes. And that beggar - when and how will she appear in front of her. She only knows one thing: The people she failed to protect in her previous life will no longer be lost in this life. The lonely lamp shines in the cold rain, and the deep bamboos are dark with smoke. What she wants is a prosperous age when all nations come to court. As for the ones blocking the road—— Just kill it. Purpose: In this world of cannibalism, live as your own backer