People all say that Daliang Imperial Master Zuo Qingmo is a living god, who is cold and detached from the world, and does not eat the fireworks of the world.
Only the regent Chen Xuyan knew what kind of crazy heart was hidden under this statue.
In the late winter of that year, it was snowy and windy on the rooftop.
Chen Xuyan dragged his sick and broken body up the long steps step by step, handing over the power of the world with his own hands.
He smiled palely and sarcastically: "Zuo Qingmo, I want this country to be my employer, and you will go crazy for me once. Do you dare?"
Zuo Qingmo lowered his eyes and looked at the man at his feet who could break at any time.
The sacrificial dagger in his hand glowed with cold light, but his eyes were colder and hotter than the blade.
He leaned over and wiped away the blood on Chen Xuyan's lips with his blood-stained fingertips. His voice was as low as a lover's whisper:
"Your Majesty, do you want my life or my heart?"
"Since the prince dares to gamble with the country, then I will use this altar as a cage to lock the prince with me for the rest of my life."
The warm blood on Chen Xuyan's fingertips brushed against Zuo Qingmo's cold lips, leaving a dazzling red mark. He raised his head, and his eyes, which were always full of calculation and madness, now only reflected the shadow of one person.
"Zuo Qingmo," he gasped, and every word was like vomited blood, "I will give you my country and my life. As long as you don't look at me like a dead person... Please, kiss me."
The dagger in Zuo Qingmo's hand clattered to the ground. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the cold frost and snow in his eyes finally turned into an all-devouring fire. He grabbed Chen Xuyan's thin lower jaw and pressed it down mercilessly.
"As you wish, my... Madman."
One is a sick and powerful minister who wants to drag the gods into hell.
One is a mad critic who is willing to break his wings and use the ground as a prison.
This is a sacrifice in the name of love.
It started with calculation, fell into madness, and finally... An unsolvable fate.
Intention: He thought he was imprisoning a god, but he didn't know that the moment he handed over the kingdom, he had already become the most loyal believer of this god. Before God fell, it was the lunatic who first drew the earth as a prison for love.