In the twenty-eighth year of Jianfeng's founding, the autumn wind chilled the bones. I heard that the envoys of the imperial edict had died in a foreign land, and the people in the border areas were displaced. There was a famine for three years.
——Introduction
"How much intrigue do you think is needed to build this Imperial City Prime Minister's Mansion?" - It's a close friendship for the first time, but the suspicion will never end until the end. Dressed in black robes, it is the aspiration of millions of people in the high hall.
"Obsession is deep in my bones, and it has brought about today's fruit. I regret that I can't be by my side, but I don't regret that I entered this door of lovesickness." - Ruqun is proud of herself, and her body is covered with gold armor, which makes her feel shallow. The generals of the imperial edict will surely pour their blood on these thousands of miles of frontier roads.
Thirty-three years of peace and quiet, the people are at peace, the wind is silent, "Will this peaceful and prosperous age finally turn out as you wish?"
Intention: Different paths lead to mutual conspiracy