When She Returned from Suppressing the Rebellion, Everyone in the Civil and Military Court Was Looking at Her.

In Dajing Chaotang, Gu Qingyan had a pair of eyes that everyone feared. These eyes had seen the piles of memorials, the execution ground where heads fell to the ground, and the blood flowing through the brick joints of the Xuanzheng Palace in the old Beijing murder case - but no one had ever dared to look back at him so directly. Until Lu Wangshu returned to Beijing from northern Xinjiang. She rode her horse through Zhuque Street, looked up at him in the elegant room of the teahouse, and smiled unbridled across the flower petals flying all over the street and the warm spring sun. One is the chief minister of the cabinet who kills without blood in the court, and the other is a female general from Northern Xinjiang who has a heavy army. Everyone thought that Gu Qingyan should get rid of her, and everyone said that Lu Wangshu should guard against him. An assassination, a conspiracy, and an old case entangled two people who should have been suspicious of each other. But Gu Qingyan never expected that this fox returning from northern Xinjiang would completely disrupt the chess game he had been planning for many years. When he came to his senses and had the idea of ​​eradicating the roots, he realized that he had already been deeply involved. She held the sword to decide the frontier, he played the chess to decide the world, and when the sword fell to decide the day, the two joined hands to create a prosperous age. Machiavellian strategy × revenge × strong alliance, Shuangjie 1v1. Welcome to the pit.