The royal palace, the concubine's Shura field.
The palace, the purgatory of emperors.
Emotion and desire, love and hate, are only carelessly intertwined.
He is a generation of emperors, indifferent and mediocre.
He was a capable minister, unruly and romantic.
He is a proud general, cold and foolishly loyal.
The world of three people, the love|desire of three people, the love of two people, and the loneliness of one person.
Zhu Yu was a forgotten emperor, but he used conspiracy and force to extinguish the unreasonable but blessed love between the two.
Xuanzhu Pavilion. The imperial concubine's couch.
Gu Xie leaned into his arms with an evil smile, waiting expectantly and with palpitations for a reply. A pair of flirtatious red phoenixes are overflowing with color.
Zhu Yumo was silent, her jade neck was slightly slanted, her indifferent peach blossoms spread quietly, and she stared into his eyes without any emotion | desire. The lingering intercourse between sharp instruments could not break the coldness between the lips.
"I'm bored."