The Court Is Deep and Late Autumn Is Waiting for People to Return Home

On a bloody Mid-Autumn night, a common man hides a knife in his sleeve—— In the Mid-Autumn Festival of the eighth year of Zhu Jin's reign, in the Lanxiang Garden of Taifu's Mansion, the ten-year-old concubine Xie Yanning looked at the silver reward that had been withheld from his mother Su Wantang, and pinched out deep marks on his palm. The daughter of a former general was reduced to a concubine. Under the cold eyes of Yan's aunt, even a decent piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake had to be fawned against her will. Hidden in his sleeves was half a jade pendant engraved with dragon patterns that he fished out of a dry well when he overheard a secret conversation between the "remnants of the previous dynasty" - that was the reason why his mother always cried in the moonlight late at night. A companion reading, involving three conspiracies: At the age of thirteen, Xie Yanning was selected as the companion of the fifth prince Gu Chengyu. In the academy, he looked at the smile on Fang Danfeng's eyes, and listened to the praise of "Yan Ning's handwriting is more upright than the prince's legitimate son." However, he deliberately left three mistakes when copying the book - this was his silent response to find out that the prince was secretly investigating the deficit of the household department. At the same time, the private meeting between Gu Zhao and Shen Yanshu, the imperial concubine's heir apparent, in the Sutra Pavilion, the "soothing incense" sent by the imperial concubine Guo Ting, and the masked woman Jingting who always passed by on the street corner were dragging him into the triple vortex of the restoration of the remnants of the previous dynasty, the seizure of power by the royal family, and the secret war in the harem. Bones and blood are a chess game, who is whose substitute? In his first year, Xie Yanning went to Dali Temple to judge affairs. However, when investigating the case, he discovered that his birth date was exactly the same as that of the young master of Zhenbei Palace who was exterminated twenty years ago. What's even more suffocating is that on the eve of Gu Chengyu's ascension to the throne, the imperial concubine Guo Ting suddenly put down half a dragon scale in his tea cup: "The little prince your mother saved back then is now the owner of the Jinluan Palace?" And when he saw Su Wantang, whose eyes were gouged out in the cold palace, he was shocked to realize that all the forbearance and obedience were his mother's "living chess" status in exchange for the lives of all the former generals. Plots and love debts are, after all, a game within a game: "Have Yan Ning ever hated Gu?" In front of the dragon case, Gu Chengyu played with the half piece of dragon-patterned jade pendant. The red mole at the end of his eye looked like blood under the candlelight. Xie Yanning looked at the falling snow outside the palace and remembered the whiplash he had sustained to protect himself when he was twelve years old - it turned out that from the moment he picked up the jade pendant in the dry well, from the moment Gu Chengyu acquiesced in him modifying the account books in the imperial study, this game in the name of "companion reading" had long been the mutual use of two orphans from the previous dynasty in the cracks of imperial power. The blood letter written by Shen Yanshu for Gu Zhao's severed finger, the poisonous needle hidden in Jingting's hair, and the dark lotus pattern on Taifu Xiao Xianming's sleeves are combining the mass murder case of 20 years ago and every brick in the current court to form a prison to trap him. When late autumn frost freezes the last cry of wild geese: From the groveling concubine in the Taifu Mansion to the powerful minister in Dali Temple who holds evidence of the crimes of hundreds of officials, Xie Yanning steps on the edge of a knife every step of the way. He knew that Gu Chengyu was using his bloodline to clean up the old party, but he still revised the memorial for him late at night; he knew that Shen Yanshu approached Gu Zhao for the imperial order, but he still secretly sent her a prescription to treat her eyes when she was sent to the cold palace. Until that night, Jingting's sword was pressed against his back, and Guo Ting's smile mixed with the smell of blood came out: "The remnants of Zhenbei Palace, it's time to sacrifice the flag for the enthronement of the current Holy Emperor——" Purpose: Use bones and blood as a chess piece, carve your name in the imperial meat grinder