The rain falls and the clouds fall, and the flowing water cannot return.
Machiavellian tactics, mixed love and hate.
The so-called destiny is the so-called helplessness.
Uncut Jade
"It's a cold night, don't catch a cold." His voice was ethereal and clear, like the moon shining on flowers and the deep pool ripples, as if it were real or illusory.
He picked her up, walked from the stone steps to the corridor, came to her room, and laid her gently on the couch.
The whole journey was silent, and now he was leaving. Did he really not want to say anything to her?
So sad.
"Don't you want to see me?" She grabbed his sleeve.
He paused and turned his head. The breeze blew the white silk on his face to pieces.
He shook her cold hand and sighed softly.
"No, how could I not want to see you."
"I just don't want to see the dirty version of myself."
[Yuzhao]
"Don't rush to a conclusion." She said slowly: "I want to take you to meet someone."
She was silent again.
"Don't you ask who he is? Or do you already know it but don't dare to say his name?" She knew that every word she said next would try to break her already fragile will.
"He is your pain, your sorrow, and your despair." She leaned against her ear and chuckled.
"He is your nightmare."
Tailjun
"This man has no weaknesses."
He smiled: "Because he is rational enough, sober enough, and cold-blooded enough."
Background:
Kunwu replaced Wei, and within a hundred years of occupying the ten kingdoms in Zhongzhou, clans were divided and wars broke out frequently. In the 40th year of Yanxing's reign, the Yu people were defeated by Yinxu and drove the Di to Fengyu Mountain, thus consolidating their political power. In the 42nd year of the reign of Emperor Yanxing, Xuanyuan Meng Zhao, the seventh son of the late emperor, ascended the throne and was renamed Yong'an. In the third year of Yong'an, the Tantai clan rebelled. The emperor's eldest son Xuanyuan Yan was caught in a sea of fire, and his life and death are unknown. In the 17th year of Yong'an, a man and woman of foreign races had a private meeting in the temple and were sentenced to the torture of burning feathers...
Determined to regain what he lost, he secretly planned, manipulated power, and climbed to the top of the scepter step by step. However, as he fell deeper into the vortex of power, a shocking secret that had been dormant for more than thirty years gradually emerged, and then a larger conspiracy was implicated...
Life is like a chess game, where black and white are intertwined, and life and death are intertwined. Even the chess player is just a piece on another chessboard.
Instructions for consumption:
1. Ignorance, refuse to testify.
2. I wrote it blindly. I have limited quotient and I am mentally retarded. Please forgive me. If you like it, please leave a favorite comment.
3. Save enough manuscripts and eat with confidence.
