At that time, the child was carefree and the years were quiet: the courtyard was decorated with seven strings, and the fragrance filled the room filled with snow water. The courtyard is full of fallen flowers and embroidered patterns, and I am leisurely recalling the ancients through Mao's poems. At that time, it was just commonplace. The world is vast, with Yuan State as its leader, stretching across all directions. In the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, the Zhuo family was the leader and occupied a seat. Zhuo Changgong, the right prime minister of Yuan Dynasty, was a distinguished and important minister. The Zhuo family served as officials for three dynasties and was a prominent family. When the new emperor ascended the throne, he was involved in a coup and an imperial edict was wiped out overnight. Under the imperial edict - Tian Cheng Yun, Emperor Zhao said: The right minister of the imperial court, Zhuo Changgong, concealed the truth from the superiors and wanted to swallow up the country. Now it has been found out. I am pained to the bone and furious. I have the whole family beheaded one by one to serve as a warning to everyone in the world. This is my respect. For the Palace of the Abyss, the numerous struggles only resulted in one more victim, another soul killed by the sword, and a futile sigh: Accompanying the king is like accompanying a tiger. Zhuo Changgong's daughter, Zhuo Wenjun, had a graceful and graceful appearance since she was a child, and was well versed in classics and history. After the demise of the Zhuo family, she was appointed by King Pei Xuan to enter the palace and stay with her to help with political affairs. Zhuo Wenjun only wanted to die, but he had to enter the palace to help him, for the sake of his family and for the sake of deep hatred. "I don't want to kill you, I want you to be by my side. I like your hateful eyes very much." Three years later, Pei Xuan wanted to annex Yue'an, so he sent Zhuo Wenjun as an envoy to the place of fireworks in Yue'an, Lianyuan Pavilion, to obtain information as the oiran Bai Fu. Unexpectedly, all the efforts were in vain. The handover of informants failed, and he was entangled by rogues. All kinds of chaos made people desperate. . . The door of destiny slowly opens, the gears turn, and this life-and-death struggle slowly begins. Whoever controls all this behind the scenes will rewrite history, who will become the king and loser, and who will win.