Ember Bamboo

The jade bamboo hairpin was cracked three inches, just enough to hide an unsent love note. Zheng Huaizhi has been on the run his whole life—— Fleeing from the poisonous insects that crawled out of his mother's coffin, fleeing from the shame imprinted by the Han family's bloodline, fleeing from the murderous trap set by that person using cinnabar moles as bait. Shen Xiuzhu, the youngest master of the Hanlin Academy, was born with jade for burning incense and bamboo for quenching poison. He personally dragged Zheng Huaizhi into the splendid hell of the Imperial College, but when he carved the water-control plan into his collarbone, he sneered hoarsely: "Do you know, young man, that what your father swallowed before his death was not blood, but the Hexin wine that Pei Zhao fed to his wife?" Later, in the snow at night in Tongjiang, Zheng Huaizhi clutched the blood-stained peacock and watched the man chained in front of the surging flood peak. Shen Xiuzhu's jade bamboo hairpin pierced the palms of the two people's hands, and the smile contained the aroma of the glutinous rice from seven years ago: "It's still too late to escape now... Unless you want to be an accomplice of my regicide and rebellion." "He wants to save the poor people in the world, but he wants to burn all the mountains and rivers." "He gave him the Qingyun Ladder, he gave him the Guillotine" ——Until historical records record: In the winter of the nineteenth year of Yongzhao, the new emperor ascended the throne. Blood-colored bamboos sprouted from the ruins of the Hanlin Academy. Someone dug out half a scorched bone. The "New Water Transport Strategy" wrapped tightly in his arms contained faded candy wrappers. The child's handwriting is vaguely legible: "Give it to the master to be repaired." (Note in fine print: dual male protagonists/powerful suspense/poison quenched in sugar/love passed down from generation to generation by digging into slag of glass) Concept: **"Jin Bamboo Record" Jin Jiangxiang's concept for the work** "The sparks that are immortalized by the blood of poor families, the sea of bamboo that grows from the ashes of political intrigues" Under the high wall of class and destiny, two souls, trapped by the torrent of the times, use flood control strategies as their blades and bamboo hairpins as their oaths to break up the game between machinations and sincerity. They used their mutual determination to write a piece of love that will burn through the annals of history in the gap between the poor family and the noble family - even if the mountains and rivers are overturned and love and hate turn to ashes, they must let each other's names live as the most glaring inscriptions in the shadow of the river tide bamboo.