I Want My Enemies to Die

Background: During the Yongchu period, there were many undercurrents in Daye Dynasty. Yaowang Valley uses the secret technique of poison to control the government and the public. Pei Zhao, the legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Nan'an, was destroyed because she broke up with her fiancé Xie Mingzheng and colluded with Beirong. After her rebirth, she found that her memory was incomplete, and the strange golden scale pattern on her wrist resonated with the mysterious scale tattoo on the heart of the powerful minister Lu Weilou. As mysteries such as the Seven-Star Crossbow Formation and the old case of the Qingzhou Army gradually emerged, a life-changing conspiracy spanning three hundred years emerged - Yaowang Valley used twin Gu to tamper with fate and refine the royal blood into an immortal Gu vessel. Some snippets: The sound of tearing red silk pierced the wedding hall. Pei Zhao held the blood-stained imperial edict and looked at the dragon and phoenix candlestick that Xie Mingzheng knocked over when he staggered back. The tongues of fire snaked along the brocade on the floor, making the peonies embroidered with gold thread on her wedding dress shine with a strange bloody light. "The Xie family colluded with the Beirong soldiers to forge weapons privately, and the evidence of the crime is conclusive." She held the Shang Fang sword across the trembling groom's throat, and the Dongzhu inlaid on the sword hilt made her palms ache. "Do these thirty-six dowries contain your secret messages?" Suddenly, horse hoofs trampled the glazed tiles to pieces outside the hall, and the Xuanjia Guards pressed down on the city like black clouds. When the leader turned over and dismounted, his crimson robes swept past the threshold, and the jade buckles with gold and chi patterns around his waist made a clear sound. He turned half of the tiger talisman on his fingertips, smiling like a crescent moon: "Miss Pei's invitation to enter the urn is even more exciting than the new "Suolin Bag" in the West Market." Pei Zhao's pupils narrowed. In her previous life, she had seen half of the military talisman in the secret room of Xie Mingzheng's study - at that time, the Qingzhou Army mutinied and a hundred thousand cavalry broke through Tongguan. It turned out that the man behind the scenes was this seemingly idle man. . . . "Master Lu came just in time." She handed the sword another half inch, and the red color dripped down Xie Mingzheng's wedding dress, "Why don't you guess, whose hand is the remaining half of the tiger talisman at this moment?" Lu Weilou suddenly stepped forward, his broad sleeves carrying the wind of ambergris. He held Pei Zhao's hand holding the sword, and brushed his thin lips against her ear: "The next civil servant only cares about the package of drunken beauty in Miss Pei's sleeve... When do you plan to drink it in my wine?" Amidst the exclamations of the guests in the hall, Pei Zhao smelled the faint presence of Du Ruoxiang on his lap. The burning pain in her throat suddenly surged when she drank poisonous wine in her previous life, and she finally remembered the smell - in the autumn of the 23rd year of Taiping, on a rainy night at the Chenghuang Temple, the man in black who penetrated her pipa bone with a black iron chain, the cuffs of which were soaked in were Du Ruoxiang. Purpose: I don't know, but everyone must have their own goals.