Qing Palace Mystery

On the seventy-third day after entering the palace, Xiaodie felt a broken hair embedded with quicklime on the bottom of the wash basin. That night, the door of the Buddhist hall opened, and a hand clasped her wrist - a hand full of knife cocoons, with traces of holding the knife for ten years. A Baylor who worships Buddha shouldn't have this kind of thing on his hands. The bottom of the bowl is engraved with "Hurry up", and there are new knife marks on the threshold, showing the Yan Ling knife skills of the scouts outside the pass. Some people want her to die, some want her to live, and some people sewed a jade plaque with altered characters into the interlayer of the dragon robe. The Fourth Master is waiting for her to join the game, the Eighth Master is setting up a net, the deposed prince's old subordinates are sharpening their knives in the dark, and at the end of the palace there is a pair of eyes that have been watching for twenty years. Xiaodie tightened her cuffs and walked into the Xikuayuan Buddhist Hall. She didn't know who was behind the door. But she knew that the hand that clasped her wrist would definitely clasp it again.