The gilt candlestick in the East Nuan Pavilion of the Wenhua Hall exploded with lights. Shen Huirou put down the fragment of the "Yongle Dian" that was being repaired, and stroked the beetle hole at the entry of "Yinghuo Shouxin" with her fingertips. The green-calyx plum shadows swayed outside the window, and it was the night of Jingzhe in the thirteenth year of Yongchang again - at that time, she was still a little palace maid of the Shang Palace Bureau, kneeling in front of the blood-stained golden tent of the wise concubine to pick up pieces of jade.
Very exquisite design, you can take a look