Zhenbei Palace, Qionghua Hall.
The lights are bright, reflecting the splendor and glitz of the hall.
The sound of silk and bamboo is entwined with the smell of wine and powder, and the dancer's waist draws a gentle arc in the light and shadow.
Xiao Jin, the king of Zhenbei, sat on the throne. His black gold python robe made his figure as tall and tall as a solitary peak, and his whole body exuded a chill that kept strangers away.
The dark brown, twisted arrow scar under the left eye is like a flaw carved on a jade statue, adding a bit of inhumane coldness.
Beside him, the beloved concubine Liu Ruyan, dressed in complicated palace clothes and with a charming face, was diligently pouring wine for him, her body was slightly leaning towards him, and her eyes were moving with a deliberately flattering intimacy.
At the VIP table, Tuoba Ye, the Chiyan King of Xirong, was wrapped in a luxurious fire fox fur, and his slightly curly brown hair was tied up with a gold ring. He reclined lazily, his hawk-like gaze sweeping across the entire place, and finally, with unabashed inquiry, he settled on the figure in the most remote corner of the hall.
Xie Heng.
Wearing a green shirt that has been washed white, it looks out of place in the splendid palace, like a faded old painting.
He was sitting alone on a short table in the corner, with a cup of tea in front of him that had already cooled down. With his eyes lowered, he isolated himself from the hustle and bustle. Only his straight back revealed a loneliness that refused to bend.
Intention: No