The "Misfortune Baosi" crucified in the history books, I thought that as long as the Western Zhou Dynasty was destroyed according to the script, I could return to modern times.
But on the day he entered the palace, the stunning and deep look in the young emperor's eyes broke all expectations. He played the role of a faint king, but he kept me warm when no one was around; he used me to control the princes, but quietly released me to the ancestors of Baoguo; he pushed me to the forefront, but when the sky was full of war, he left me the only way to survive.
During the two wars, the world only laughed at his absurdity, and no one understood that it was a plot to intimidate the princes, and a cry for help in a desperate situation; the history of Qing Dynasty records that he was fatuous, and no one knew that he was a lonely king trapped by his relatives and controlled by the princes.
I am the chess piece sent by Bao Guo, the most critical step in his chess game, but through his forbearance and temptation day after day, I glimpsed his tenderness hidden under the imperial armor.
On the day the city fell, he raised his sword and went to die, leaving only his true name and the instruction "forget me".
When I finally woke up from the dream, I returned to modern times, with his warmth still lingering on my fingertips. The history books are still cold, but I remember that the snow in 771 BC fell on our unspoken love and it remained unmelted for three thousand years.
Purpose: Using a modern perspective to travel back and forth, break away from the historical prejudice of "beautiful women bring disaster", and restore the machinations, natural disasters and man-made disasters behind the fall of the Western Zhou Dynasty. It writes about the involuntary love and hate in troubled times, accuses the injustice of history books towards women, explores the struggle and perseverance of individuals in the torrent of history, and is willing to use warmth to rectify the name of the dust-laden soul.