Rongzhuang

People often say that the young master is unparalleled in his beauty, and only in his ability to hold the moon in his freehand mood is he to be peerless. The world is divided into five parts, and the Shang Dynasty is the dominant one. The person who is famous all over the world in the Shang Dynasty is not the sage and wise monarch Sikong Hongyi, but the pair of dragons and phoenixes of General Huafu - the son is unparalleled and the talented daughter is free. When Hua Xieyi was nine years old, before the crown prince of the Shang Dynasty was established, she was canonized as the crown princess in the Daming Palace in front of envoys from all over. Since then, the princess's freehand flowers have become famous all over the world. Hua Xieyi accepted it calmly and settled in the Wanyue Pavilion, which was ten feet high. From then on, she leaned against the building and listened to the wind and rain, without caring about worldly matters. But the big tree attracts the wind, and even after ten years of hiding from the world, he still cannot escape his tangled fate. First, that damn Sikong Bo lay shamelessly in Xianyue Building and refused to leave, and he threatened to jump off the building at every turn. Well, it is really an eyesore that the third prince, the Queen's direct descendant, died in Wanyue Pavilion. Hua Xiyi completely ignored it. Turning to the Hundred Flowers Banquet held by the monarch with ulterior motives, the prince of Chu State appeared in the middle of the process and asked for marriage on the grounds of alliance. Chu State made this move, and Xiwei, Beiyan, and Nanzhao were not to be outdone, and they all asked for flowers. The veins on Hua Xieyi's forehead were exposed, and her silver teeth were almost broken. Damn it, the more you are afraid of trouble, the more things will happen! If you can't hide, just mess with it! Hua Xieyi showed a smile, looking calmly at the people who had their own evil intentions, smiling like a spring breeze. Since then, palace fights, government affairs, mutinies, wars... Scenes have followed one after another. Hua Xieyi traveled to various countries, served as the crown prince of the Shang Dynasty, entered the dungeon of Beiyan, and fell under the witchcraft of Nanzhao... A life full of ups and downs. At the critical moment of life and death, who is lending a helping hand in the dark? Who is it that is playing tricks on the world? When all the dust settles, is it sad? Is it joy? In one's life, one cannot escape the word "love"...