The Emperor's Concubine's Plan for the Great Tang Dynasty

She is a noblewoman of the Wei family with unparalleled wit, and the inheritor of Beijing's medical skills that shocked the world. In the past, she was crowned the capital, and she became famous in one fell swoop with her flying dance. Li Yuan, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, personally bestowed the title Yuxiu on her. From then on, no noble lady in Chang'an could be worthy of the title Yuxiu. She is Wei Yanhua, the sister-in-law of Wei Zheng, a famous official of the Tang Dynasty. She is Li He, Empress Li, the most favored concubine in the harem of Emperor Taizong Li Shimin. When the light was at its peak, even Queen Changsun had to avoid its edge. She didn't love him, but she was tied up in the Daming Palace. Year after year, her time wasted. The Ming Dynasty is unparalleled and Changle is still young. Who knows that her heart is bleeding. From the Wei Mansion to the palace, from the palace to the world, she fought bloody battles, trying her best to keep the Wei family intact. The Wei family was wiped out, her sister-in-law burned herself to death, and her brother's body was exposed in the wilderness in front of her. She cried with blood in her heart and swore to God that she would pay for the blood debt of your eldest grandson's family. Conspiracy, trickery, chilling. She climbed to the peak of power step by step, only to realize that the high place was too cold. The blue clothes dominate the world, and the beauty is wantonly drunk. He is the King of Wei Li Xuanba. He is cold, scornful, arrogant, and arrogant, but he only puts that person in his heart. During the Wude period, his two sons took over the throne, and he lived in seclusion behind the scenes, keeping aloof from the world and only wishing for the well-being of the world. He died suddenly during the Xuanwu Incident, and his life of amazing talent came to an abrupt end. Beauty and bones have withered away. I only wanted to share the red dress with her across all mountains and rivers, but I failed to get the beauty. The black color moves the world, the domineering spirit dances on the waves, and the smoke is unparalleled in beauty. The jade color looks up to the sky, will the destiny be returned? He is Li Shimin, maybe he is cruel, maybe he is cold, maybe he is unscrupulous... He is the overlord of the world, commanding the country, bringing peace to the world, and congratulations coming from all directions. But when the two women he loved left one after another, his heart was withered, and the only four words left were: Mountains and rivers are forever silent. Wonderful sneak peek "I would like to marry Yanhua with ten miles of red makeup." Li Xuanba was dressed in blue and his eyes were bright. Wei Yanhua smiled sweetly, "May you ride your horse and take the fragrant osmanthus as a gift. You don't need ten miles of red makeup. I just want the fragrance of cinnamon twigs and orchids to accompany you wholeheartedly." … That day she saw the cold knife stabbing into his chest with her own eyes. She was terrified, "Li Shimin, he is your brother!" Looking at the graceful King Wei at his feet, Li Shimin smiled sarcastically, "Brother? I don't have such a thing. Wei Yanhua, you forgot, you said that I killed my brother and imprisoned my father, which is unacceptable!" … Changle Palace, Azure Palace, red candles all over the ground. She was dressed in red, holding the dead child in her arms and crying silently, "Li Shimin, you never believed in me, you never believed that Jun'er was your son!" The fire spread and swept through the entire Azure Palace. She sat in the fire, all her thoughts were ashes, clasped her hands together, and prayed to the sky, "First, I wish to return to the mountains and rivers after death, and never enter the Daming Palace again; second, I wish that I will not know you in the next life..." Judgment: The power of the country is not worth half a sleeve of smoke The ancient Buddha of Qingdeng breaks through the mortal world and withered scrolls of scriptures The youth is lost, the beauty is old, the bones are withered I don't see the overlord's wantonness in Wujiang River alone. The fragrance of forgetfulness, red plum blossoms in the snow The fire leaps with the wind, hanging on the peach blossom beam A green lotus stands in the middle of the water, and the pond and its stems are dry. Roses are like blood, Nirvana and rebirth Narcissus comes to the Buddha, and the emperor misses him in vain Life and death do not meet each other, sentimental and ruthless Peony in its flourishing age, with unparalleled literary virtues, its reputation will be passed down through the ages. The moon in the clear sky is like a dream in Nanke