When the snow fell into the palace in the third year of Yongning, Queen Mother Xie was wearing a peony hairpin and never woke up.
The snow of the fifteenth year of Gengjia fell in front of the east palace window. Prince Chengyu called "little uncle" on the imperial concubine's bed - he wanted to know how his mother died.
Nineteen years. A dragon chair and three dreamers.
Today, snow has fallen all over the Jinluan Palace. Chengyu held the broken dagger and didn't know who to hate or love. Someone asked him what he wanted, and he thought about it for a long time——
The head of the beast is sold in Xiaozhong Mountain, and his black hair is rouge and snowy.
The fragrance is broken, the smoke is cold, and there are even heavier mountains beyond the heavy mountains.
A very strange pseudo-father-son idea, with twins, a father and son, and doesn't like to walk fast.
The source of inspiration is the sentence in Daming Palace Ci: "We only have one dragon chair. Unfortunately, everyone has the right to dream." It can be understood that this is a plate of vinegar filled dumplings.
Intention: As long as everyone has fun watching it