Inside the Forbidden City.
There is a heaven and earth for people to climb high branches, and there is also an ancient well where people are buried and never come back.
The resentful and resentful souls in the ancient well were intertwined together, and the dead trees came to life, and the poppies came from the old trees, ivy and red walls.
This poppy-born pair of skillful hands is used to holding needles and threads, as well as playing with ladles, pots, and spoons. In the midst of fireworks and cooking, the aroma of food wafts into the palace, and you can smell countless delicacies.
The poppy coincides with the green cypress and pine forest, as if the withered grass at the bottom of a well has been quenched by the rain. The warmer it becomes, the more one dares not leave.
The poppy is called Wei Yingluo, and the green cypress is Fu Cha Fu Heng.
You see, my sister was buried at the bottom of the well. She was reviled and scorned by gossips, she was slandered but could not redress her grievances, and she could not be included in the family tree after her death. Listen, if she can't have peace, I won't have peace either.
There are thousands of poisonous flowers and plants in this palace, and I must fight them to the death, not only for the loving Jasmine, but also to find a way for the future with the green cypress. That road must be bright, no matter how bloody it is behind me.
In the imperial tea dining room, in the Changchun Palace, and up to the Fucha Mansion.
"Master, look at the countless delicacies made by these hands, are they enough for a dowry?"
Intention: to overcome obstacles