The autumn water in the dark night scares the rainbow, the weak daughter of the Hou family is assassinated in the palace, and the old grudges of the previous dynasty are difficult to resolve.
The emperor has no regrets in his love, and has been entangled in love for half his life due to unexpected changes.
It was past the fourth watch, and the night rain was still falling outside the window. The four sets of heavy curtains in the hall were drooped, styrax incense was burning in the Boshan stove, and light smoke curled up. The entire side hall was filled with such a vague fragrance. Murong Jue walked over in her flat gold embroidered soft satin shoes and landed on the thick brocade gauze. She was silent. She picked up the incense box on the small table and added incense pills to the stove. Then she stretched out her hand to test the temperature of the gray surface. She only heard the emperor's gentle voice coming from the depths of the heavy curtains: "Yiyi, don't be busy with that. It's cold at night, be careful of catching a cold again."
Murong Jue then put down her things, stretched out her hand to lift the curtain, and turned to face the emperor with a smile: "I thought you all liked the idea of 'red sleeves add fragrance'." As soon as her voice fell, the emperor had already walked out of the Nuan Pavilion with a slight smile: "You? Which one of you?" Murong Jue knew that he had said the wrong thing, and smiled in surprise. He saw that her eyes were black and white, and her eyes were watery, which seemed to be intoxicating.
But the emperor didn't move at all this time. He just looked back at her calmly. Finally, he slowly stretched out his hand and covered her hand. His voice seemed very, very far away: "You don't mean it."
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The story of a sickly beautiful emperor and a violent woman is a novella that has not been completed yet, and I am working hard to fill in the gaps.
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