The novel has been completed, and the extras will be dropped randomly. Everyone is welcome to read it.
In addition, you can check out my other novels "Ember of Common Life and Ember of Power" (completed on May 8), "Splendid Business Road: Little Shopkeeper in Bianjing" (completed on May 16), "Re-embroidering Mountains and Rivers" (completed in early June), etc.
In the 17th year of Yonghui, Ruan Mingzhu, the daughter of the Marquis of Chengen, broke the first box of rouge in the deep palace of the Southern Kingdom. When the red powder seeped into the cracks of the blue bricks, she finally understood that beauty was just a mask that could be torn off at any time in the face of power. When Princess Xiao Se threw the marriage edict in front of her, asking her to marry into the East Palace as a concubine, Mingzhu traced the most alluring smile in front of the bronze mirror and inserted the poison-quenched jade hairpin into her hair.
Gu Weiqing, the crown prince of the Eastern Kingdom, stopped holding the chess piece in mid-air. He looked at the beauties bowing their heads below the steps and smelled the bloodthirsty fragrance of the same kind. The palace lanterns cast overlapping shadows on the nine layers of curtains, and two tacit conspirators exchanged fatal lies in the red gauze tent. Mingzhu used rouge to draw begonia on Gu Weiqing's heart, while he dipped his fingertips in wine and wrote a covenant on her back.
When Pei Yuanluo's silver armor crashed in front of the palace gate, Princess Xiao Se was shocked to realize that she was just the first pawn on the chessboard to be eaten. When the northern cavalry broke through the nine counties and eighteen passes of the southern country, when the Western Shu witch doctor's poison got into the emperor's cochlea, Mingzhu stood on the star-catching tower, stroking her pregnant belly, watching Gu Weiqing light the beacon tower with his own hands. The flames swept away the last ray of warmth. The moment she pushed the dagger into his heart, she heard the baby's cry piercing the bloody dawn.
Mountains and rivers are the cauldron, and love and hate are the fuel. This poisonous banquet that has been simmering for twenty years has finally come to an end. On the day when the new emperor ascended the throne, the Queen Mother behind the curtain stroked the jade seal carved from the former emperor's throat bone, and suddenly remembered the rouge fragrance of Yonghui Year - it turned out that what was broken into the cracks of the green bricks was never powder, but the last piece of clean snow in the girl's heart.
Concept: Power is poisonous honey, and those who swallow it will eventually become the monster they hate most.