In the middle of winter, the palace palace is covered with snow, and a broken plum tree leans out of the red wall. After ten years in the palace, the world only saw the romantic skin of the new emperor Rong Yan drunkenly leaning on a plum branch, but they didn't know what kind of sick bones were soaked in soup and medicine wrapped under the dragon robe - he was the string puppet of Empress Dowager Xiao who listened to politics from behind the curtain, and the absurd emperor who was described by historians as "soaked in the fragrance of medicine". Until the light of the sword broke through in the plum garden on a snowy night, and it was not the assassin who was picked off by the Xiuchun sword, but the fictitious and real drama of the monarch and his ministers for twenty years.
On the night when Xiao Yan, the commander of the Jinyi Guards, was ordered to search the palace, the blade of the knife reflected the old scar under the emperor's collarbone. The blood-stained silk handkerchief wrapped up the secrets of the previous dynasty, the broken jade pendant hid the Xiao family's destiny, and every ring of the golden bell on Rong Yan's wrist seemed to tie a heavier chain to Xiao Yan's heart. He had seen this man playing chess with a smile when he coughed up blood, using his body as bait when he was assassinated, and frivolously hooking his fingertips when the ministers were kneeling in obeisance: "Xiao Qing's knife is better at cutting out poisons than the silver needles of the Imperial Medical Office."
Two bloodthirsty beasts are trapped in the many palace palaces. Rong Yan used the country as a chessboard, betting that Xiao Yan would cut off the thread for the glory of the family; Xiao Yan used loyalty as a sheath, but could not hide the shudder when the blade passed by the side of the emperor's neck. Late at night when the plum petals fell into the medicine bowl, the scent of agarwood and the smell of blood flowed through the tent. The black and white twins were inextricably killed on the chess scale, while the snow outside the tent was silently swallowing the assassin's corpse.
When the beacon fire of cavalry knocking at the gate outside the Great Wall dyed the plum forest red, the late emperor's edict that had been hidden for many years tore apart the temple. Rong Yan smiled and threw the poisoned ink pen into the brazier, watching the flames lick the map of mountains and rivers; Xiao Yan's embroidered spring knife cut off the nine-layered palace lock, but could not cut through the residual sound of the golden bell tied to the plum branch. When the history books were finally reduced to ashes, someone saw the new emperor sitting alone in a deserted plum garden, drinking wine while looking at the broken blades on the ground. The still-dry wine stains on the snow were outlining half of the unfinished blood plum blossoms...
Gong and Shou like each other, but they don't know it.
Purpose: Cherish life well