Phoenix Blood

At the age of fifteen, everyone looked down upon her because she was the deliberately forgotten empress in the Xinyi Palace. The crazy and beautiful mother-in-law and the cold and trembling Xiuzhu are her whole life. However, that night, he stabbed hard in the darkness, and the blood was dazzling, filling the days and nights after that. The assassin in the palace, the exiled grandson, the new emperor of Zhongxing, his heart wandered, turning into a long scarlet scar on the man's chest. At the age of twenty, everyone was in awe of her because she was the most favored eldest princess in the harem of the Southern Qin Empire. Struggled endlessly in love and deeply indulged in lust, she was no longer a young woman who could only stare at the patterns on her skirt in a daze, she was his lotus beauty, she was his beauty. However, in the bamboo hut in the apricot forest, covenants are easy to make and oaths are easy to throw away. In his chess game, she was just a pawn crossing the river, and finally turned into a pale moonlight, cold for thousands of miles, shining through the sky. Yunhuang, the king of birds flying in the sun, puts aside this sinful identity and the reputation of cannibalism. There are beautiful trees in the north and sycamores in the south. For whom does she want to achieve nirvana? Eight hundred miles of Yinchuan ruined the dream of the homeland, and half a lifetime of iron and blood finally came to nothing. Whose oath of love was left in the wind, and whose fleeting cloud?