It is said that Fusheng Pavilion can solve the world's problems and find the shadows of the world.
Anyone who wants to see the master of the pavilion, regardless of his status, must go through the dangerous path of the cold pool, break through the inner demons of the confusing formation, and survive a narrow escape before he can knock on the door and exchange the most precious thing for what he wants most.
Shen Yanzhi, Prime Minister of Dayong, spent half his life playing chess, calculating every strategy without any worries.
Until he met the woman in commoner clothes. She was dressed in pure clothes and had gentle eyebrows.
After being together for half a year, he had gathered all his strength and had already calmly paved the way for her to have a stable life for the rest of her life.
After a night of tenderness, the courtyard was deserted, leaving only an empty room, and there was no trace of her again. He searched hard for a year, traveled all over the mountains and rivers, and visited all directions, but to no avail.
After a year, only his obsession was deep in his bones. After sighing, he finally opened the door of Fusheng Pavilion.
On the balcony, the gauze fell down, covering the woman's face.
She tapped the table with her fingertips, her voice was calm, and she asked questions knowingly.
"What do you want, Mr. Prime Minister?"
Shen Yanzhi stood at the foot of the steps, his clothes stained with blood, and he took out a dragon-carved jade tablet. His voice was hoarse and dry, but every word was as firm as iron:
"Find someone, no matter the cost."
The wind moves the curtain rolls and the gauze flutters slightly.
The woman raised her eyebrows, a smile flashing in her eyes as she looked at the items being traded.
…Has the fish taken the bait now?
"The Prime Minister is so sincere, so the deal will naturally be made.
Intention: The wind and moon are in your arms, and you are free to float.