Gold bricks and red tiles, deep courtyards, powerful cages, and famous bridles. Some people are trapped by love and favor, while others are forced by power and pressure. Some people are born into a sea of blood and hatred, while others are trapped in a dark and desperate situation.
But all the disputes within the palace seemed to have nothing to do with her. Even if the building is stormy, she is just a spectator.
——Su Yibei grew up so carelessly.
It wasn't until the wind blew away the dust and the clues of the past fell on her fingertips that she suddenly realized that those bloody events and intrigues had long since settled. And she is the last breath of life.
... The grudges have not been settled yet, what's wrong?
Okay, take it easy. It was originally a short sweet novel.
I, Su Yibei, am a little bit talented, a little bit good, a little bit beautiful, and a lot of passionate. Unrivaled in martial arts and resourceful.
He ate, drank and lived freely in the palace every day.
Well, until one day I discovered that it wasn't that simple.
Well, what's worse is that the person I messed with didn't seem to be a kind person?
Qi Yansheng couldn't remember the blood splattered back then. What I remember vividly is that there seemed to be only one idiot who was not afraid of death and kept provoking him.
How could there be such an idiot in the palace? How on earth did she survive?
She seemed to feel pity for him.
She seemed to be feeding the dog.
She always seemed to be looking at someone else.
When the hidden knife lurking in the depths falls, the real slaughter begins. Blood spurts out, the souls of the dead scream, those who strive for power and profit struggle to their death, and the enemies of the past die without a burial place. Everyone cursed him for a bad death.
——The girl still smiled and grabbed his hand and kissed him.
The palm prints of Xiangyin extend to the heart through the blood vessels, and their fates seem to be intertwined and intertwined until death.
Purpose: Be happy every day and live to the fullest