In the eighth year of Jinghe, the warm spring breeze blew into the palace walls of the capital again... You heard the original voice again--
"The man comes riding a bamboo horse and goes around the bed to make green plums."
"The first wish is that my husband will live a thousand years; the second wish is that I will always be in good health; the third wish is that like the swallow on the beam, we will see each other year after year."
"The dream has faded away and the fragrance has faded for forty years, and the old willow in the garden has stopped blowing."
"Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about teenage things, and the dream was full of tears and tears."
At that time, I was so naive...
Concept: ancient harem group portraits