The night style on the top of the Tai Chi Palace was extremely cold. The astrolabe pointer in Pei Zhao's hand was vibrating crazily, and the bronze components made a tiny mournful cry. He looked at the brightly lit Chang'an City below him. Every candlelight flickering on and off formed a strange star map among the chessboard-like markets.
"With three hundred and sixty squares as the vertical and horizontal sides, eight rivers circle the city to create a life and death calamity." The tip of Xie Wujiu's sword scratched the glazed tiles, and sparks splashed into hexagrams in the night. "What he wants is not the throne, but the whole of Chang'an as a sacrifice."
Concept: Ancient style suspense with two male protagonists