Feng Hua Jue Dai

Chen Guodong Palace, night is still young. The huge palace is languid in luxury and filled with smoke. The colorful brocade tents surround the golden wall and the four hanging beams hang low. The golden and jade-carved walls can vaguely see the pattern of flying dragons entering the sky and dancing phoenixes. The woman's delicate jade fingers opened the gauze as thin as cicada's wings, and she wore a blood-red wedding dress that was unrivaled in beauty. She slightly narrowed her eyes, which added to her beauty. After a moment's hesitation, she tremblingly hid the cold dagger in her sleeves and sat quietly on the couch as if nothing had happened. This move was dangerous, and she was not sure of the outcome. If you can escape unscathed, there will always be a place for you in the vastness of the world;…