Yuancheng

Before being stabbed in both eyes by Li Yanqiu's sword, Ming Jiuzhao was a man who believed in fate. When she was four years old, she was playing on the street. A warlock passed by, stared at her eyebrows and said: "The girl is extraordinary in appearance, but no matter how difficult her life is, she will definitely be extremely valuable in the future." In the 23rd year of Mingxi, his uncle controlled the capital area in the name of Qing Junzi, but ultimately failed and burned himself. When the new emperor ascended the throne, his parents, who were involved with his uncle, knew they were doomed and took poison and died; while Jiuzhao took the best horse and the dragon's roar sword and hollowed out the snow-capped mountains that cut across Bingzhou and the capital. That was the year of Guanghua, when Li Yanqiu was fourteen years old. He mingled among the hungry people who were in constant panic due to the locust plague. He had a sallow complexion and thin skin. It was unknown who burned the vermilion palace to the ground. The ruthless officials with cruel faces carried knives and arrested men for forced labor. Li Yanqiu was the unlucky one. He was so scared that he wanted to kneel on the ground and beg for mercy from the officials, but a woman with a cold voice came over in front of him: "I have an order from the court that exempts men under fifteen years old from corvée service. This man is only thirteen or fourteen years old, how dare you do this?" He raised his head and realized with surprise that this man was not much older than him. From that moment on, Jiu Zhao in Li Yanqiu's eyes was as beautiful, cold and unattainable as the moon. From that moment on, a seed was planted in his heart. Therefore, three years later, when Li Yanqiu became a new scholar who became famous in the capital, Ming Jiuzhao calmly approached him and asked him if he wanted to be the emperor. Li Yanqiu did not hesitate. Ming Jiuzhao believed that he and Li Yanqiu were allies. She thought she would continue to fight alone like this, and she had the confidence to continue like this. Until the Hu invaded, the court decided to negotiate peace. She, the daughter of a rebel king and His Majesty's adopted daughter, was naturally the first choice for marriage. She had to find someone, someone who could temporarily spare her from the expedition. Li Yanqiu, she saw his ambition at a glance - an ambition that was never extinguished like hers, but was just temporarily hidden. "Would you do so?" She asked softly. The person opposite was stunned for a moment, and ripples appeared on his fair face. The two have been married for two years, playing with each other like a leaf of duckweed. The new emperor was swinging between two factions, Li Yanqiu was in the Ming Dynasty, and Jiu Zhao was in the dark; she did not leave the house, and the officials and the court knew all about her movements. The two are mandarin ducks in the sewage, Lian Lizhi who can never be separated. The world praised Prime Minister Li for being so upright and honest, and for not having a concubine; she sneered, but she still fell into his aggrieved and cunning peach blossom eyes and red silk candles time and time again. She thought she controlled everything, and the world was like a toy in her hand; but she didn't expect that the ingenious lock was difficult to solve, and the betrayer was right next to her. On the night of the mutiny, she did not wait for the escort, but only waited for Li Yanqiu. He had a stern expression and was dressed luxuriously. She was anxious, but he didn't say a word. "I'm sorry." Suddenly he drew his sword. Jiuzhao didn't even think about why he betrayed. Amid the sharp roar, despair crept into Ming Jiuzhao's heart. From then on, she was no longer a chess player controlling chess equipment, but just an "abandoned" "vulgar peasant woman" in the village in the western suburbs of the capital. In the darkness, she only heard about the emperor's favorite Li Xiangqiu marrying King Shen's daughter. She knocked over the candle, and in the flames, she finally understood what fate was - when she opened her eyes again, she was fifteen years old again, standing in front of Yanshan Mountain. This time, she will no longer go to the capital. Bingzhou is enough for her to rebel! - After four years of glory, Li Yanqiu finally took care of everything. He sighed, even with the memories of his previous life, it was still not easy to deal with this. He was already the emperor's favorite, and every day he welcomed countless mediocre people who wanted to cling to dragons and phoenixes. All the officials in the court wanted to marry their daughters to him. Li Yanqiu politely refused. When the begonia sprouted, he finally stood in front of the Qin Prince's Mansion, which was both familiar and unfamiliar to him. He was looking forward to it so much. What was his wife, whom he thought about day and night, doing now? This time he will clear away the obstacles in her path, and she will be the leader of the Nine-Five. But all he saw was Jiu Zhao in his memory, with a man of similar age standing next to him. The two of them were drinking and having fun in the courtyard, so intimate; but Jiuzhao's face showed a joy that was unfamiliar to him. Purpose: Growing Machiavellian Strategy