He is the emperor's tutor with amazing talent and beauty. A fifteen-year-old boy with plain clothes and black hair, his eyebrows raised and a chuckle, his ten slender fingers turning the clouds and rain. However, as the fledgling grew up, he was already tired of the wings that protected everything for him. The young emperor raised his head and smiled horrifiedly, saying: "Master, please return everything."
The twenty-five-year-old young man stood with his heart in his hands, his white clothes soaked in blood, and his face looked indifferently tired. He smiled and fell from the towering palace wall on his back. The pearls and jade were shattered and the ground was covered with dust.
However, fate is an unsolvable situation. Wangchuan has not been seen, and the help has not been passed. When he opens his eyes again, he has changed his character.
In this strange time and space, he entered the palace as the eldest princess and was raised by the Queen Mother herself, and grew up together with the emperor who ascended the throne at the age of nine.
The powerful ministers were in power, and the imperial power fell to the side. He married him as his queen, worked hard for him, and planned for four years. A sword strike in front of the Qintian Gate shocked the whole court, and the whole court was in an uproar.
So I saw the emperor pointing out the country with high spirits, the Jinluan Palace full of brocades, and his hand stroking the phoenix seal, silent and choked - yes, he is no longer the plain-clothed master who turned the world upside down when his palm turned upside down, he is now - the empress of Dajing, it is her, not him.
So he smiled and looked coldly at the women in the harem, who were like flowers and brocades, with many tears in their eyes during the ups and downs.
However, when she dreamed back at midnight, who held her in her arms, clasping hands, whispering in her ears, that sentence - white hair, we are of the same mind?