Copywriting one:
[Old Dreams in Deep House·The Beginning of Evil Fate]
Twelve-year-old Sheng Mingtang glimpsed the jasmine silver hairpin in his father's palm on a rainy night - it matched the old photo in his mother's makeup box. The moment the woman in the moon-white cheongsam turned around, the king's face, which had not been revealed for twenty years in the palace, turned into the dazzling "Lin Wantang" on the name card of the ninth concubine of the Sheng Mansion.
[The ups and downs of troubled times·Blood Redemption]
The whistle of the sixteen-year-old pier was blaring, and Lin Wantang crushed the cigarette butt: "If you fly out of the golden cage, never look back." Little did she know that the jasmine falling on the deck would become the most burning white moonlight in Sheng Mingtang's nightmare for the rest of his life.
[Forbidden Confrontation·Cheongsam Hidden Edge]
In the 23rd year of the Republic of China, Begonia cried a bloody night. Aunt Ninth's jade bracelet was wrapped around Miss Third's silver bracelet. In the corridor of the deep house, the moon-white cheongsam was soaked in the rain: "I came back stepping on broken bones on the ground... Just to open a bloody path for you."
The cold and deep palace flower, the unruly woman, the ultimate pull beyond ethics
Jasmine silver hairpin/enamel camellia/jade bracelet, each token is an unspoken confession.
Feelings of family and country: From the deep home to the battlefield, they write a legend more magnificent than love in the tide of the times.
"It turns out that in the letters on the bottom of my father's bookcase, the begonias at the end were never meant for him."
"The only thing I'm afraid of is that if I look at you one more time... I won't be able to be cruel anymore, and I won't be able to take the path that will lead to my death for you."
"Sheng Mingtang, do you know how many gunshot wounds I suffered for you are hidden under this cheongsam?"
"When the war is over, I will give you a silver ring... More worthy of Gone with the Wind than a wedding dress."
It's like drinking a glass of rose wine mixed with glass shards - it hurts my heart, but I'm happy with it. "
"Republic of China: Lin Wantang is a goddess. She loves with restraint and madness. She is both an abyss and a redemption."
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Overseas doctor/Paramount singer/Female military spy... Five beauties in troubled times formed a life-and-death alliance, weaving a shocking spy network under the night sky on Shanghai Beach.
When Haitang cried her blood, someone saw the moonlight shattering on the jade bracelet.
——The strongest fire in the world is originally the ashes of lovesickness that have been frozen for twenty years.
Copy 2: They are each other's salvation"
Agarwood from another world, an ark from troubled times,
And, what I dare not say to my mouth... I feel sad. 1925, Shanghai.
A heavy rain washed the souls of two eras together——
Song Zhilan: A bright and flamboyant new-school girl who returned from studying abroad. She broke into the cafe wearing French leather shoes, but was accidentally attracted to the mysterious woman in the corner.
Preface to Shen Shuang: A concubine from the Guangxu period, wearing a faded cheongsam, holding coffee but not knowing how to drink it, she spoke with a pure Beijing accent and asked the shocking sentence - "What year is it today?"
When the new women of the Republic of China met the old beauties of the Qing Dynasty
She taught her how to use an electric light, hold a pen, and showed her the neon-lit Shanghai Beach;
She recited palace poems for her and told her old dream about the red wall in the Forbidden City.
A jade bracelet, two lives, in a cafe on a rainy night, unfolding redemption and companionship across time and space...
"Sister Shen, do you believe it? In this era, women can study, do business, and even... Fall in love with the person they want to love."
[An impossible encounter, an acquaintance that shouldn't be known]
She is her future, she is her past.
In the prosperous and decadent Shanghai, can they find each other's way back?
"I have been in the palace for twenty years, and I still haven't seen the face of the king. Once the beauty is gone, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall, and people will die without knowing it."
——It turns out that the poem written a hundred years ago has already written the ending of this encounter.
(Republic of China·Time Travel·Two Heroines·Redemption)
Disclaimer: This is a later revision
Intention: to remain strong