This is an ancient fictional plot novel, a story about love and hate, life and death, the world, and the human heart, which is calm on the surface but fierce in the bones. It is a long journey suitable for chewing the ambiguity and depth between the lips and teeth, just like the cold night, the palace lanterns are not extinguished, the wind blows the jade curtain and the golden hooks make a sound, and the purple and gold lily cauldron curls up with smoke and a wisp of agarwood. And at the bottom of the incense ashes, there is a faint red spark, burning vigorously with the power of silence, waiting for a certain moment.
When the wind blows and the phoenix dances, who is in charge of the world?
This gorgeous era, this prosperous empire, these stunningly intelligent men and women, these deep-seated conspiracies and long-standing grievances, these life-or-death entanglements that are written in ink on the vast blueprint of history because of love and nostalgia, lovesickness and separation.
At the end of the Sui Dynasty and the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, no one except Li Shimin understood people's hearts and dared to wield power;
During the years of great cause and martial virtue, who could see the violent waves and the great joys and sorrows?
He is lonely, miserable and desolate, even though he is fighting through the thorns and thorns in the scrawled and confused winter scenery of a young man, which outlines his cold and arrogant back, youthful and frivolous, and melancholy. When I met her who was living under someone else's roof, we were separated from each other again and again, and our fingers were intertwined, and the grudges were resolved and turned into clouds. He takes her with him to rule the world.