When I look back on the past, I find that where I am and what I have done are full of contradictions. We are not qualified to criticize ourselves at the current age. This is unfair. I picked up the pen to write down such a person who is full of contradictions.
"Bi Luo, if the emperor asks, just say you are the prince." The woman looked at the sleeping baby next to her with tender eyes.
In the seventh year of Yonghe, a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky, and Wu Zhou's second prince was born. Chang'an, which had been in drought for three years, ushered in the first heavy rain after the drought. With this heavy rain came a frightening plague. Is this a blessing or a disaster? When something goes wrong, there must be a monster. Is this God's will or man-made? Can Chang'an really maintain long-term peace and stability?
"It is auspicious to have cinnabar on your head, and it is unlucky to be born with six fingers. It is really strange that all these strange things happened to one person."
In the fourth year of Yongkang, "Xie Xuan" recognized its master, and in the eighth year of Yongkang, "Honghu" recognized its master. These two things, which symbolize suspicion, destruction of the world, wisdom and righteousness, recognized their master again after many years. What kind of storm will it cause this time?
What are the interests involved in Honghu Pavilion's reappearance after hiding for many years?
"Luo Nan! Don't die, don't leave me, I order you... I order you not to die!" She looked at the person whose life was gradually draining away from her arms and her eyes turned red for the first time.
"Don't cry... Don't cry, how can you cry when you are the emperor?" She was already terminally ill and hopeless. "Wu Sishu, didn't you ask me if I regret it? Now... I'll answer you." She put her hands around her neck and leaned into her ear with all her strength, "No... Don't regret it, so forget about me."
Even though Chang'an is prosperous, it is just a vague dream of mine.
Intention: All glory and wealth are just a dream