Imperial Master Strategy

Also known as "The man my father invited back from the twelfth floor became the white moonlight in Jizhou" [Su Jue: Your Majesty, Your Majesty, do you want the throne or not? Prince & Crown Prince: I can't do it, I can't do it... Forget it, let's bring it over... Chu Yue: Young Master, do you want a wife or not? Su Jue: Yes, yes! ! ! ——When the sound of copper leaks fades away, where the hosta falls to pieces, old dreams from the past are wrapped around like gossamer. Under the red gauze tent on the twelfth floor, Su Jue looked at the remaining bones of the emperor in the crystal mirror, and suddenly thought of the broken crown in front of the Zichen Palace. Everyone knows that the new courtesan on the twelfth floor is stunningly beautiful, but they don't know that the three souls and seven souls of the late Northern Yan Emperor live in this skin. The dusk in Linjiang City always carries a rouge atmosphere. The storyteller struck the gavel and swallowed the secret history of the previous dynasty with pear blossoms. Su Jue leaned on the blue gauze cabinet and listened to the copper bells on the eaves shaking the misty rain that filled the city. Mr. Qinglian always tied a string of Canaan beads around his wrist, the old pharmacist often stuffed honey-soaked plums into his medicine pouch, and even the drunken madman on the boat was willing to break his pen for him - but when the rain passed through the midnight, he always saw another himself in the depths of the bronze mirror, with a tall cloud bun and a colorful ring, just like the princess of Jiacheng who was circled by the ink pen in the history books. On the day of the Awakening of Insects, the eaves horses suddenly made a sound of golden swords. Su Jue saw the blood-soaked Danchi in front of the Xuanwu Gate, the corpses floating by the Jinming Pond blocking the sun, and the twelfth floor turned into scorched earth in the light of the sky. He smashed the glass cup in his hand and let the blood stain the new Sichuan brocade clothes he had just gotten the day before. When the dust and smoke rose from Jizhou Post Road, no one saw that the golden step in the hair of the celestial being and the courtesan had been replaced by a black iron short blade. At the other end of the space-time rift, Su Yu was piercing the nerve connector into her temple. A scarlet warning of "Dream System Activated" danced on the holographic screen, but she remembered the silken begonia outside the laboratory - just like the young emperor staring at the bloody begonia when the King's City of Haojing burned down. In the fluorescence of quantum entanglement, she softly hummed the nursery rhyme taught by her mother, letting her memory shatter into dust in the data flow. On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month in the eighth year of Tianshun, the king of Western Chu suddenly had a strange phenomenon of double suns in the sky. Su Jue stepped back to Zhuque Street and saw a girl in scarlet clothes standing against the light. The golden hairpin in her hair was exactly the same as his usual style. When the strange phrase "palace jade liquor" floated in the wind, he suddenly remembered that one snowy night, someone had written the same words on his palm with frozen red fingertips... Reading instructions: [The heroic and smart female general × the courageous and growing male courtesan] Machiavellian imagination/parallel time and space/two-way redemption/contract marriage/consciousness travel The plot follows "Song of Everlasting Regret". The heroine Chu Yue officially appears in the later part of the first volume. The redemption of the two parallel world protagonists. The author's words are sleepwalking code. The writing is novice, please be careful before entering! ! ! The demining is as follows: ① A woman wears a man, the heroine died in the first part, and this one is "resurrected from the dead" ②After certain characters go offline, the heroine becomes a complete body, and her consciousness travels through time. ③The emotional line is thin, the plot is slow and Machiavellian. Intention: You and I are both promoters and creators of history