Flying Birds

Baiqiehei, enthusiastic and cheerful puppy general The first snow of the 243rd year of the Yuan Dynasty came extremely early. Qin Huai was kneeling in the grassy mass grave, his fingertips sinking deeply into the soil. In this solitary tomb without a monument in front of her, lay her elder sister - Qin Lingyun, who was once the most talented woman in the capital, but now she is just a lonely soul that no one cares about in the struggle for imperial power. "Sister, this is your favorite candy." She buried two long-melted sugar cubes into the new soil in front of the grave. Her voice was as soft as if she was afraid of disturbing the sleeping person, "From now on, Huaiyang no longer needs sweetness." Three months ago, on the eve of my sister's audition, I wiped her tears with red eyes: "Don't be afraid, my sister will be fine." The letter entrusted to be delivered to Pei Lang is now, like her scholar's life, forever silent in the dilapidated courtyard in the south of the city. The sight of her father standing in a pool of blood and warning her with a smile became a nightmare that kept her awake every night. "Second Miss, it's time to return home." The maid's voice came from behind. Qin Huaijian stood up slowly and smoothed the wrinkles of his skirt. The moment he turned around, the second lady of the Xiangfu who could cry and laugh was dead. What survived was a carefully carved revenge puppet. At the palace banquet in the twelfth lunar month, the colored glass lamps reflected the splendor of the hall. Qin Huaijian sat quietly under his aunt's mother's seat, his eyes secretly scanning everyone in the room. Found the most valuable candidate, the only son of the Jiang family - Jiang Yun A well-designed horse fall and a rescue with ulterior motives. The two people, who were originally unrelated, became entangled. On a spring horse farm, the grass grows and orioles fly. Jiang Yun held her hand from behind and guided the bow, and his warm breath brushed her ears: "Relax." The moment the arrow left the string, she suddenly remembered the secret report sent by the spy this morning - the in-law relationship between the Jiang family and the Queen Mother was far more complicated than it seemed. She tilted her head slightly, showing just the right amount of shame. There was a smile in his eyes: "Sophora japonica, you have to concentrate on archery." She lowered her eyes and smiled, feeling even colder in her heart. She became more and more comfortable in this scene. The autumn night is slightly cool, and the candlelight is flickering in the Prime Minister's study. Qin Huaiyu brought the freshly brewed tea to his father's case and watched him drink the ginseng soup mixed with tractors. For three years, she cooked this bowl of "filial piety" with her own hands every day, watching as his temples turned white and his cough became increasingly severe. The only reason he succeeded was that he was too arrogant and stupid, and only regarded her as a weak sheep. "Huaizhen," the Prime Minister suddenly spoke, his eyes as sharp as before, "My father has chosen a marriage for you." She poured the tea steadily with her hand holding the pot: "It's all up to my father." "That boy from the Jiang family, how are you doing?" Her expression remained unchanged: "General Jiang... Treats people with enthusiasm." Thunder exploded outside the window, illuminating the pair of prying eyes behind the secret compartment in the study - it was the secret whistle her father had used to monitor her that she had discovered three years ago. On the eve of the palace change, it rained heavily. Jiang Yun came in through the window, soaked all over, and hugged her tightly: "Let's start tomorrow. Everything will go according to plan." She stroked the new arrow wound on his back with her fingertips: "Where has the general gone?" Clearing the last obstacle for you. " He kissed the top of her hair and said in a low voice, "Huaizhen, when this matter is over..." "General," she pushed him away gently and threw the secret message into the candlelight, "don't forget our agreement. " He stared at her side face illuminated by the firelight and suddenly smiled: "Okay. " After he left, she took out the quenched poison from under the pillow. Outside the window, the Prime Minister's Mansion was surrounded by heavy troops - the elite of Jiang Yun's command. Above the golden palace, the Danchi was stained with blood. Qin Huai stepped on the corpse of the rebel and stepped onto the jade steps. The dragon chair was very close at hand. Suddenly, the palace door collapsed, and Jiang Yun stood in the firelight leaning on a spear, with several feather arrows stuck in his armor. "Your Majesty." He staggered to his knees, but held the jade seal high in his blood-stained hands. The tip of her sword trembled slightly, but her expression remained unchanged: "Have you ever regretted it? " He coughed up blood and laughed out loud: "No." His voice faded, "Wei Chen is willing to do so" The footsteps of the Royal Forest Army came from far away, and the deafening sound of "Long Live" was heard, with complex emotions in their eyes: "How stupid" His pale lips curved, and finally he closed his eyes. (End of prologue) * In this love game full of lies and hypocrisy, both parties have set up a trap called "love" for each other. So who will win and who loses remains to be seen. * "Jiang Yun, have you ever regretted falling in love with me? " "Never. " "Qin Huaiyu, I just want you to be safe. " * Reading Guide Two strong men doting each other/falling in love and killing each other From hypocrisy to life and death The female protagonist's road to revenge is step by step, and the male protagonist's deep and forbearing protection Pay equal attention to the political line and the emotional line Palace fights, court fights, battlefield fights, everything is ready The ending is HE, and the process is both cruel and sweet. Purpose: Big heroine