Feng Dynasty - that prosperous Tang Dynasty where women were in power, that extraordinary dynasty where women ruled.
Tang Ji - they may be cunning, charming, or infatuated. They are butterflies that fluttered in the past life, and they come here to find lingering desires in this life.
What I want to write about is that in that special era, in that special palace, those special beauties, their love and hate, their struggles, their fights, everything is just for the tenderest corner of the heart.
The king's love, the power of life and death, which one is more important? There is a blue sky outside the palace, but only idiots stay here.
In the beginning, you were not the emperor with life and death in hand, and I was not the scourge of the harem. Do we really have any love or affection between us? But now, where do we know it?
There are three thousand beauties in the harem, who do they love? Which one among thousands of flowers is the love of your life? I'm afraid that neither you nor I know.
However, when the years pass, everything is desolate, and only the heavy sighs in the lonely figure are left...
(This article is purely fictional)
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If anyone falls into this trap by mistake. . . I hope you won't bury the author alive
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