The martial world is not just a man’s domain; if it were filled only with flashing blades and bloodshed, it would be nothing but a ruthless place.
The martial world is not just a man’s domain; if it were filled only with flashing blades and bloodshed, it would be nothing but a ruthless place.
The first volume: the cold moon is like frost and the man is like jade Wedge! Seventeen years of Kangxi, August 29th, night, the Forbidden City. The lights in the Qianqing Palace are bright, and Kangxi is standing in front of the window, staring at the darkness outside the window. It seems that there is another worry on his face: Wu Sangui has died, and the world has been stable since then. But the war has been going on for many years. How can I make the people happy and keep my foundation business in the Qing Dynasty? With a long sigh, his eyes moved to a letter sent by the former bodyguard of the Emperor just now. There was only one poem in the letter, with beautiful handwriting, which was obviously written by a woman: "several times of magpie bridge dreams failed, and the total deadline was Dongfeng, and Qinlou was a dance for the king, since then, the water of life has been flowing!" With a wry smile, Kangxi slowly unfolds a picture on the table. In the picture is a palace girl. She smiles and looks forward. Although the painter doesn't write much, she is quite vivid. In a trance, she feels as if she is going out of the painting. Kangxi closed his eyes and murmured: "you continued the last two sentences of the poem to me, which clearly means forever. Alas! The God asked me to meet you, is it to show mercy to me or to punish me?"
