"The Chess Player"

[The Prime Minister of the Flower of the High Mountains & the Concubine of the General's Mansion] In the early years of Yuan Xi, the Luo family in Xiaozhou was brutally exterminated. Overnight, blood flowed into the Luo mansion. Mrs. Luo fled to Qingyun Mountain through a secret passage with her newborn child in her arms. In the early morning of the next day, Mrs. Luo's body was discovered by a hunter who went up to the mountain to hunt, and the baby in her arms was missing... In the 20th year of Yuan Xi's reign, the new emperor Yuan Xiao succeeded to the throne. From then on, the world became a chess game, the emperor was reduced to a chess piece, and the chess player behind the scenes was the Prime Minister Luo Wuye, who was inferior to one person but superior to ten thousand people. He is the youngest prime minister in history, at the age of twenty-three. Everyone knows that the current emperor is just a puppet, and the one who is really in charge of the political power behind the scenes is the smiling Prime Minister Luo. He has a deep character, and there is always a smile of unknown meaning hanging on the corner of his mouth at any time, like a chess player's arrogance with a view of the whole situation, but also a bit of calmness and restraint, and there is a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood hidden in his affectionate phoenix eyes. "The chess piece of the General's Mansion will have to be cleared sooner or later." Until he met Song Jie, the concubine of the General's Mansion. She had a beautiful appearance, but her eyes had a darkness that did not suit her age. She was fourteen years old, which should have been the most beautiful age for a girl, but she was a little mature. He saw his former self through her experience. "Miss Song Er, you seem to be afraid of me." This is the first time he cares about other people's opinions and vision. Everyone knows that Luo Wuye is cold-blooded and ruthless, arrogating the emperor, monopolizing political power, and killing innocent people indiscriminately. But what people see must be right? He was born in the rain of blood and lived in darkness. His heart was filled with hatred. This was the first time he yearned for the emergence of a ray of light. "So what if you are a concubine? Little girl, your life is long, and your background is just the beginning. Life is like chess. Whether you will win the game in the end depends not on the beginning, but on your chess skills." Song Jie has been regarded as a "catastrophe" in the family since she was born. Others wish that her life would be full of disasters, but he hopes that she can live her own life, a bright little girl, and be happy forever. "I wonder if I would be lucky enough to play a game of chess with Second Miss Song." This was the first time in her life that someone would not look down upon her because of her status as a concubine, but politely bowed to her and called her "Second Miss Song". "Little girl, don't wear such old-fashioned things at such a young age." The back figure in the peach blossom forest on Qingyun Mountain, the fleeting glance on the carriage outside the palace wall, the love sealed by a jade plum hairpin... "Little girl, you are amazing." She turned around and saw the man wearing a moonlight-colored robe. He opened his folding fan to cover the corners of his smiling mouth, revealing a pair of narrow phoenix eyes. This time, his eyes were no longer cold-blooded and cruel as before in the court, but had a touch of tenderness. "But I hope even more," he continued, "that you can be like an ordinary little girl, don't be pushy in everything, just let nature take its course. Don't worry, I'm here with you." When he said this, he looked serious and calm, as if many years later, he had played a big game of chess for many years and it was finally coming to an end. He and she returned to Shengjing hand in hand. He was in the Jinluan Palace, his expression still the same as before. "Stand up." "Happy today, the gift has just begun, and a good marriage will be made forever. It is predicted that in the next year, the wings will be linked together, and the white heads will always be together. The red rope will be tied early. The flowers are beautiful and the moon is full. When the green mountains fade and the rivers dry up, the white heads will not be separated." In the early years of Ronglin, the garden was under the moonlight. "I wonder if I will be lucky enough to play a game of chess with the Queen." Intention: Two-way redemption