Luanfeng Chiming

The sinister young treacherous minister x the ambitious concubine (Wei Chi's face is actually 400+ old bones!! Our heroine never fell in love with the hero when she was young! —————————————————— The drizzle was like silk, and the corridor was silent. Ning Luan knelt in front of the pavilion, and the maids and servants in the mansion passed by as if they didn't see anything. The girl's eyes were light and her face was pale. She tried hard to straighten her thin back, trying to establish the majesty that a general's daughter should have. But in Ning Mansion, her status was so low that she had to suffer the humiliation of being looked down upon by her subordinates. Born as a concubine, her life is like grass. The gilded cloud patterns on her clothes fluttered in front of her eyes. She looked up and ran into a pair of dark pupils. She felt a sense of oppression and Ning Luan lowered her eyes in panic. "Ning Fengquan, are you so cruel to let such a young child kneel down?" "The general has no way of teaching his son. I hope Sir Wei will forgive my abruptness." Ning Feng showed a flattering smile. Wei Chi glanced at him sideways, and then let out a dull sneer. The two figures holding umbrellas faded away. After a moment, the maid Zhizhi hurriedly ran over to help Ning Luan up. That was the first time Ning Luan saw Wei Chi. ＊ Fengde second year Since the new emperor ascended the throne, great changes have taken place in the officialdom. Wei Chi and two young officials dominated the officialdom and were called the Three Tripods of the officialdom. They were extremely powerful and controlled everything. There is a female prime minister named Ning in Sanding. There were always rumors that she had a close relationship with one of the two tripods, but the rumors were quickly suppressed by one force. No one knows how the rumors suddenly disappeared. Ning Luan walked towards the main hall without stopping. The girl looked back and felt that the familiar black shadow was getting further and further away from her. ＊ The bronze mirror reflected two people, one black and one white. Ning Luan stood behind Wei Chi and combed his hair without saying a word. The movement of the woman's hand paused. Wei Chi turned his face and asked her gently: "What's wrong?" Ning Luan remained calm and quickly hid the strand of white hair in her sleeves. She tried her best to hide her trembling voice: "It's nothing, turn around." Wei Chi complied obediently, but his eyes gradually darkened and lost focus. He discovered that he had gray hair earlier than his lover. He forgot the day when he started to panic. He was afraid that Ning Luan would suddenly disappear. It was the first time that he had such a mentality after seeing people for thousands of years. He had never been so afraid of the death of people around him. However, between losing eternal life and losing Ning Luan, Wei Chi would choose the former without hesitation. Intent: A battle of wits, courage and scheming