The bamboo fragrance of Yu Mansion soaked through the three years of escape. Cheng Yu guarded two capital crimes in front of the dye vat: being born with blond hair and admiring women.
When Qianyou's sword cut through the seal of the yellow household registration book, the tip of his dark green hair swept across the "Submission of Demons" entry in "Tang Lv Shu Yi". They used sophora sap juice and hickory bark to fake peace, until the marriage letter from the Turkic Khan shattered their dreams.
On the night when the Lingnan poison was detected in the silver cup at the palace banquet, the twelve-section golden millet hairpin scattered fluorescent incense flakes on the verandah. When the indigo glass embedded in the enemy's fingertips met the gold thread on the cuffs of the city corner, the truth about the death of the former dynasty and the princess suddenly pierced the darkness under the dye——
What they want to bet this time is whose black hair can set off the fire first, and whose sincerity can serve as a moat.
Intention: Let everyone shine