When the red silk ribbon of the Zhenguo Duke's mansion was wrapped around Tanhualang's skirt, Shen Lingwei's silver knife was pressed against his half-open bathrobe.
"Is it virtuous for a woman to have no talent?" She raised her eyebrows and sneered, but she didn't notice that the crescent-shaped scar under his collarbone was slightly hot.
The inkstone in the inkstone of Xiao Che, a new flower explorer, is not grinding ink, but the files on floods in the south of the Yangtze River; Shen Lingwei's quiver contains not only arrows, but also the stolen snow fox tail tip.
The collision on the polo field shattered dignity; the blood in the black market warehouse dyed the covenant red. When the third prince's poisonous wine was poured at her, he reached out to block it faster than he could think - the scar on his left hand danced under the candlelight, like an unhealed hickey.
Half of a jade pendant with a phoenix pattern hides the secret of the palace change, and the red silk in her hair is always tangled in his fingertips. The world said that they were the most ridiculous enemies in Chang'an, but they didn't know that in each other's eyes, they had already seen the truest light in the maze of intrigues.
After all, when she climbed over the wall that night, the moment she fell into his arms, even the moonlight dazzled her.
Purpose: With the ancient machinations as the bones and chivalrous tenderness as the blood, it explores how the male and female protagonists break through the shackles of identity and the prejudices of the times, stick to justice and true love amidst conspiracies, and show the awakening and choices of individuals in troubled times.