Rebirth of Wen Mo Chen Ge

When the sky turned white, the blue tiles of Duanwen Pavilion were still soaked in the frost from last night. Wen woke up from the fragrance of ink on his desk. The fingertips brushed against the ink condensed in the inkstone, and it was still as dark as the last day in his previous life - at that time, the palace city's firelight reddened half of the sky. He clutched the secret letter he had just finished, watching Ning's silver spear cut off by the rebels, and watching the fierce imperial chariot being surrounded in the palace. Under the wall, Wanting's Yongning Princess crown fell into the chaos, Zhuyue fell on the corridor crying while holding Tian's princess seal, Weiyang's princess robe was stained with blood, Bo's Prince Chen jade pendant rolled in front of the steps, Jiahuang's sister-in-law held Meng's hand, her fingertips were as cold as snow. The letter was not sent in the end, and he was nailed to the pillar of Duanwen Pavilion by Liu Ya. The last thing he saw was the faint ink in the inkstone, mixed with blood, which was very similar to the wine spilled on the jade plate when everyone clinked glasses at the family banquet that year. At this moment, the ink in the inkstone was still frozen, and the secret letter on the case only wrote the first two words "Jing'an". The soft sound of palace people cleaning could be heard outside the window, and the hum of Ning's gun practice came from the distant martial arts field. Wen raised his hand and touched his chest. There should have been a bloody hole there, but now there was only the warmth of just waking up. He picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, crossed out the word "Jing'an", and wrote another word - "Yongning". In this life, Mo in Duanwen Pavilion must protect Chen Guang's stability, be able to withstand the sharp edge of the sword, and allow everyone in the court to sit at the unfinished banquet.