Yuanhe thirty-four years, late winter.
The old emperor survived the last long night in the coal-fired greenhouse. When the first light of day breaks through, the first white apricot of this year finally buds on the branches. Another season of relaxation and another eventful year.
In and around the country, dormant winter insects are gnawing away at the frozen soil, scrambling for fresh greenery and surrounding the hills. In this world, even though the emperor is trying his best to rule the country, there are already people who are looking forward to him establishing himself as a king who will continue his career and uphold his achievements, so that future generations can compare themselves to their great ancestors. Taizu founded the country in his prime years and tried to clean up the order of the dynasty. However, strong winds passed by and the trees remained dense. Nowadays, the old emperor's green silk hair has been replaced by white hair, but there is still a big insect in the court that can't stand stiff, tumbling like a phantom in his dreams, wandering among the newly built temples and halls.
He has grown old and has been retreating from the stage to behind the scenes year by year. He only hopes that his son and talented people can eliminate this great Zhou Dynasty for him.
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Hitting the fou and singing with a red heart and gallbladder, the old rivers and lakes are broken and settled * chilling, clear-cut, cold-faced, warm and tender, kaolinhua
Jing Yibai has long understood the truth that people have their own ways and cannot help themselves. With a slight twist of fate, a few leaves growing on the same branch fell off the branch. From then on, the ups and downs of the old acquaintance's official career, the happy years, and the loneliness of Chaimen and the wandering rivers and lakes of his own life were like two pieces of torn silk, never intersecting again.
There is a dead young man hiding in his heart, frozen at the bottom of an ice pool that never melts. Every day he begged for a sharp knife to split the stubborn ice shell, and he also wanted to see a poisonous sun to dry the old bones. So he climbed up with all his strength, trying to make a name for himself in the hidden stakes. He wanted to get closer to the sun, and wanted the bright sunshine to crack his heart and let some light shine through.
One day he received an order to recommend him to a judge named Chong.
He knew this was a deliberate arrangement, but he still stared at the name again and again.
The sunshine he had been chasing for so long was not as good as the fate that brought them together.
Intention: The stone of Huaiyu, which cannot be polished or sharpened, is exposed to the wild light and is left behind in the world.