On the day Xie Xinglan came out of the imperial edict, it snowed for the first time in the capital.
The new emperor pardoned his capital crime and restored him to a high position, causing an uproar throughout the court.
Everyone knew that he was the sharpest knife in the emperor's hand, but they didn't know that he had already put the tip of the knife at the emperor's throat.
There is a turbulent undercurrent in the court: the emperor is pressing forward step by step, the chief minister of the cabinet hides his sword in his smile, and every memorial is a reminder.
Only Pei Yanzhi, who always opened his window on snowy nights, put the heater into his hand: "Master Xie, your hand is colder than a knife."
Middle Game: The chess pieces are actually the chess players
"Master Pei came here late at night, do you want to be a guest?" Xie Xinglan leaned against the window lattice, and the cold light of the dagger in his sleeve suddenly appeared.
Pei Yanzhi held his blade-holding hand and placed a kiss on the back of the blade: "No, I am here to be your accomplice."
"The wind in the court is sharper than the blade of a knife. How many bones are buried under the falling snow"
The swordsman came through the snow, his blade was not unsheathed, and the wind was already cold.
1V1 (Pei Yanzhi × Xie Xinglan) Strong, Machiavellian, emotional line with a knife
Purpose: Young people should have dreams and ambitions
