She was born on the birthday of the Buddha, and it was unlucky to have the branches of the begonia broken.
On the eighth day of April in the twenty-first year of the reign of Emperor Guangxu, there was a faint thunder in Beijing, and the three-hundred-year-old crabapple in Baylor Mansion destroyed its most prosperous branch.
The baby girl landed on the ground without crying or crying, and opened her eyes to look at the world that was destined to not be able to tolerate her.
At the age of twelve, she was sent to Europe.
Before her death, her mother left a pocket watch: "This yard cannot contain you. If you can go out and have a look in the future, go and have a look."
She saw the bells in Paris, the classes at the Sorbonne, and the young people talking about revolution and republic.
She thought she had gone far enough to stop being "Aisin Gioro".
When I returned at the age of twenty-four, my homeland was already the Republic of China.
In Beijing, some people call her "Miss Luo", while others call her "a remnant of feudalism".
The new world wants her to be reborn, and the old world wants her to be buried with her. She stood in the middle, both ends out of reach.
Years later, she died during a mass movement. The pocket watch on his chest was trampled to pieces. The mother's face was vaguely reflected in the fragments.
Those who cannot be locked up in the courtyard will not be able to get out of this era after all.
Her name is Yunyu.
The jade in the stone makes the mountain shine. The beautiful jade is hidden in the stone, and the mountain has light.
But no one in this world regards her as a jade.
A tragic song of the last era, a love struggle between the old and the new.
