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During the Spring Festival banquet in the sixth year of Chengtian, Zhao Changjun, the master of Qianjiang Pavilion, won the first prize in one fell swoop and pocketed the clues hidden by the previous dynasty.
After the Spring Festival Banquet, everyone was shocked, and Qianjiang Pavilion became the target of public criticism.
"What does the grudge between the Young Pavilion Master and the noble daughter in the general's residence have to do with it?"
Zhao Changjun has a magnificent appearance, a quiet demeanor and a leisurely body. He wears an exquisite and complicated Chinese dress, and he can easily hide in the aristocratic family and spend his days leisurely.
It wasn't until the eve of entering the imperial court that she suddenly learned that she was the former emperor's concubine.
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When the turmoil breaks out, the beacon drums in Daqian are incessant, the wars are raging, and the situation is dire.
Pei Yan'an followed his father in the war, strategized and won a decisive victory thousands of miles away in northern Xinjiang.
When he had time to return home, he took off his armor, gathered his sharp edge, and wore a moon-white straight t-shirt, which made him even more elegant and pure.
Zhao Changjun, whose memory had returned, was leaning on the brocade couch, holding a wine flask dangling in his hand, and three thousand blue hairs spread to his waist like clouds.
Pei Yanan, who entered with a hairpin gift, walked closer and asked warmly: "Why are you drunk?"
She leaned against him and put her slender fingers on his chest, her usually dark and deep eyes filled with autumn water.
"Brother once said that no matter what my status is, you will never leave me?"
"When you go up to the poor green and fall into the underworld," he smiled lightly and responded in a low voice, "I will definitely follow you."
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On the eve of his accession to the throne, the curtain was lifted.
Zhao Changjun looked down at the visitor, with a smile as cold as ice and snow at the corner of his mouth.
"You have exhausted all your mechanisms, but you did not consider that the chess pieces also have the ability to overturn the chessboard."
"What is the general trend in the world? What is the fight for destiny? I am the young master of Qianjiang Pavilion, a commanding master who does not believe in destiny!"
He was unwilling to ask: "Since we came here together, why are you alone and against us?"
The vast sky was filled with sunset, and Zhao Changjun stood at the highest point of Song City, with the glow draped over his shoulders and his eyes calm.
"You are not worthy of the word 'commander'."
"And thousands of people are following me on the path I want to take, so I am not alone."
Intention: There is no destiny for me, but my destiny is mine
