Celestial Prince Consort

In the eighth year of Yongfeng in the Wu Dynasty, Chang'an City was thirty miles away. The heavy rain poured down on the ancient temple on the deserted mountain. Lin Hao came to this world in a daze and accepted an inexplicable identity that did not belong to him. Piece? Abandoned son? Things in the world are like chess, and if you are in a whirlpool, how can you escape? ... ... In the Jinluan Palace. He looked around, and the three princes and nine ministers dared to be angry but dared not speak. Inside Chang'an City. He smiled sinisterly, and the noble prince was frightened and wanted to run away. All directions. He made bold moves, and officials, big and small, gritted their teeth. In the Prince Consort's Mansion, Lin Hao was lying leisurely on a wicker chair, covering his face with his palms, and the sun was shining down between his fingers. He let out a long sigh: "Wealth and honor are not what I want, and the imperial hometown cannot be bullied." ~~~~~~ Newbies, new books, lots of support