Privy Envoy of the Old Party/Secretary Order of the New Party
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After ten years of ups and downs in officialdom, and half a lifetime of infamy, he still wanted to be the rebellious minister who burned boats and boiled seas.
Cui Zhaxue is the craziest torch bearer in Bianjing. He carries the coffin to the court in front of the Zichen Palace, and the snow blade splits the "Hundred Officials". In the network of criminal evidence connected by cinnabar, the old party and the new nobles are trapped animals;
The cold front of the execution ground drinks blood and cuts through the intricate worldly affairs;
The sandy buns dug out of the frostbite of 30,000 frontier troops became the knife that pierced the shady secrets of military pay;
Yangzhou's salt fire burned through the heart of the river, and hundreds of black coffins were filled with the rotten bones of corrupt officials.
The official sea was filled with turbulent waves, all the way from the capital to Youzhou and back to Yangzhou. He used his broken body as a boat, carrying the rotten wood of the country, and sank into the abyss.
Snow falls in Bianjing, and the whole city is white
Above the court, they are incompatible enemies, fighting with each other, with swords and swords flashing;
On a snowy night, they were confidants who met their opponents in chess. They were entangled for half their lives over a pot of wine.
He laughed at him: "Master Wei, who can you show your innocence to?"
He taunted him: "Master Cui, are you crazy again?"
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The tomb is covered with snow, and the plum blossoms are falling on the monument of an old friend.
Ten years later, the purple-robed prime minister sat alone in the temple, opened the window, and saw the wind and snow blowing on his face.
In a trance, he saw the man leaning under the plum tree again and said with a smile:
"Master Wei, the purple robe is too heavy. Be careful of bending your spine."
I stretched out my hand to grab it, but only wind and snow passed through my fingers.
——It turns out that the most regrettable thing in the world is not that we are separated by life and death, but that I have lived the way you planned.
Intention: The tomb is full of snow, and the plum blossoms fall on the monument of old friends.