The eighth prince in the capital, Yinhu, is as gentle as jade, but he is alone in the fierceness of Guo Luoluo Mingyu. She was a demon king who dared to whip polo in the street, and preferred to scatter plum blossoms into the inkstone when he was copying scriptures. He was accustomed to be gentle and indulgent, and let her turn the palace into a stage, adding some coquettish words for her to Kangxi's confession. The nine sons seize the title of the firstborn, and the clouds are treacherous. He is willing to be a wandering cloud and a wild crane, accompanying her in the courtyard to count the stars on the grape trellis, hiding all the romance in the poems and paintings on his desk - the world laughs at his lack of ambition, but they don't know that this room full of smoke and fire is the gentle hometown that he has spent half his life protecting. It has nothing to do with the throne, I just want to guard the happiness of the world with you.
Concept: sweet love