In the spring of the thirteenth year of Taiping, the most delicate Mingyue Princess Zhao Rongli in Daye broke a box of osmanthus candies behind the screen in the imperial study.
The frosting splashed on young Shen Qihe's official robe, and also splashed through the shackles of fifteen years of self-restraint and ritual——
He was the legitimate son of the Xian Prime Minister and the youngest salt patrol officer at Yushitai, but he was willing to kneel in the dark of the palace and embroider the blood-stained sachet stitch by stitch.
Under the black iron mask of Nanliang proton Xiao Jinyuan, half of his face was burned by kerosene.
He smiled and broke the golden arrow to tie her hair, then turned around and cut out the bones to draw blood in the secret room: "Historical books will write about my debauchery and tyranny, so that I can make your moon bright and flawless." "I like to stay in the dark, like the shadow behind the screen in the imperial study. If the princess takes a step forward, I will take a step back." "(Shen Qihe)
> "I burned half of the imperial city just to let you remember that there is someone in this world who loves you so much that even hatred is disguised as a joke. "(Xiao Jinyuan)
Concept: Love is the courage to live in the face of death, the spring thunder hidden in the pages of history books