At the end of the dynasty, there was a rift in the sky, and the demon clan of the Sea Kingdom was born, causing harm to the Central Plains.
This dynasty implements a hereditary prime minister system. The Zhang family has produced six prime ministers for more than a hundred years in a row. They are all like Mount Tai and Beidou in the thirteen prefectures of Kyushu.
The last prime minister, Zhang Shuye, had a strange destiny. His destiny was related to the rise and fall of the dynasty. The country's officials were determined to die: a gentleman's white jade will lead to a peach blossom.
That year, when I opened my palms, I saw that there was indeed a small cluster of twists and turns in the palm lines of the young Prime Minister Fengyun Jihui.
"A peach blossom in Yangzhou, stained with blood in Beijing." The businessman's pale face was ruthless, and the tip of his fan pointed at her eyebrows, "As long as I, Yi Yusheng, are here, you will never be happy in your life!"
This was his most vicious curse on her.
Can't love, can't hate, can't keep, can't let go.
She said: "We are passers-by who help each other in times of crisis. Three years later, this ship has arrived."
Probably only three or five years old... The memory is blurry, but there are still some deep impressions.
In unknown towns, unknown streets and old houses, there is always a patch of sunshine shining like gold in front of the house.
There is also a gentle and handsome brother who always holds her hand and walks into the quiet courtyard through that door.
"Sister..." He always called her.
Although the master once said that she was his peach blossom calamity, the star of disaster, he did not want to know what the peach blossom calamity was. He only knew that she was the first life he protected in his life. She was fragile and pure. He just wanted to do his best to prevent her from dying in his hands.