During the prosperous era of Kang and Yong, it was as prosperous as brocade.
The imperial city with red walls and yellow tiles, carved beams and painted buildings, is magnificent.
But it is just a Shura field for fighting for power.
The wandering spirit of time and space flew gracefully into the forbidden palace.
Pingping is more than thirteen years old, and the cardamom leaves are in early February.
With a single glance, the bright and bright eyes melted the lonely and cold ice.
What can we do if we brush away the dust of history and see the world clearly?
The stars and the moon are setting, and the spring grass is reborn. After all, we cannot leave.
In the Zichen Imperial Residence, that aloof and cold figure has tied up the dreams of a lifetime.
Love is so lingering that there is no escape.
Power, bewildering, irresistible.
Can't help myself? Destiny returns?
The tea flowers are blooming, and everything is suddenly clear.
The breeze is blowing, the night is still young, the dust is still floating, and the piece of paper is leaning on the jade flute and singing softly
The background music is "Yinxiang". Thanks to my dear Man'er Weiyang for making this PP cover picture.
So long, so long, so long that when I pressed the update button myself, I felt inexplicably excited.
I stopped learning to drive for a month because I had no inspiration and even wanted to give up. Thanks to my two friends who encouraged and supported me again and again. Let me find inspiration again and pick up this article again. I want to shout long live friendship~
The article is written by a novice, the heroine is also annoying, and the content is vulgar and bloody, but it is written with heart, so if you like it, please continue to support it. Because Yanghui is back in full swing.
Thanks~