The social animal Ma Enhui is wearing it.
In October of the twenty-eighth year of Hongwu, she became the daughter of Ma Quan, the young minister of Guanglu Temple, and had just married Zhu Yunwen, the grandson of the emperor.
Her husband's ears would be red, he would cough at night, and he wouldn't talk much, but he would remember everything she said.
The mother-in-law has a hidden knife in her smile, and the nanny sent here is a living monitor.
My father-in-law's name was Zhu Yuanzhang, and her back was wet just by looking at her.
The ladies in the palace are all better behavers than she is.
She knows where history is going. Six years. She only had six years.
But she couldn't even get out of the palace.
She learned to kneel down, learn to laugh, and learned to gently plant the idea of "a noble man with a ladder on his side" into her husband's heart.
This is a story about learning rules, learning to behave, and learning to survive in the deep palace.
Daily. Heat slowly. Unhappy article.
Intention: The general trend of history cannot be changed. The only choices ordinary people can make are how to live and who to accompany them to the end.
