She is the master of the Xuanji Pavilion, holding the intelligence of the four countries, and can make princes and generals drunk with a pot of strong wine; he is the minister of Dali Temple, with a jade-faced Buddha and a heart that cuts off all the records in the world, but he cannot break the evil relationship with her.
"Sir Rong, you are so serious, have you ever tasted drunkenness?"
Her eyes were blurred with drunkenness, her fingertips scratched his Adam's apple, and the prayer beads on his wrist suddenly broke apart——
"If the master of the pavilion comes even an inch closer, there will be another romantic case in the prison tomorrow."
Childhood sweethearts are false, but working together step by step is true.
She thought the drunken teasing was teasing, but she didn't know that he had already drank poison to quench his thirst; he thought that being patient and restrained was a loser, but he became her prisoner.
When the secret code in wine meets the blood oath in front of the Buddha, who is the final winner in this game of intrigue and lust?
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"Shen Zhaoyi, do you want the country or me?"
"Rong Xuejian, I want you to... See Jiangshan named Shen with your own eyes."
Purpose: When the coldness of the intelligence network meets the heat under the Buddhist beads, who can truly have the perfect plan?