On the day of the old emperor's funeral, I went with all the concubines in the palace to guard the mausoleum.
White flags are flying, and the sky is covered with paper like snow.
Qu Wangshu wore a black robe and sat on a high chariot.
When he saw me, he raised his eyelids and smiled sarcastically:
"Have you thought clearly? You really don't want to stay."
I shook my head dejectedly.
It has been twelve years since I entered the palace, but I have been frustrated by Zhai Wangshu for ten years.
I'm afraid she is the first concubine in history to commit herself to a eunuch.
The palace maids and servants fell to their knees, and the accompanying palace concubines did not dare to express their anger.
Now the person in charge of the power of life, death and seizure in the palace is already the supervisor.
But the mutilated man in front of him was once a gentle and gentle young man.
I still remember clearly that the sky was filled with catkins,
He was wearing a blue shirt and his eyes were as bright as stars:
"Yaoyao, when I am in high school, I will come to propose marriage to you."
