Many years later, after looking at the rain in the imperial city with a cold eye, I realized that in the world, the music dancing on the glazed tiles is the loneliest scenery in the world. {Br}{br}Because the imperial city is inherently lonely. The women in the imperial city are even more lonely. [Originally, it was because the palace was indifferent to people, and it was an iron rule to downplay the inferior and praise the superior. I have been in the limelight since I entered the palace, and the emperor stayed over every night. I guess now the Chonghua Palace can no longer hold it back. If you fight, you must fight hard. "There is no discussion of politics in the harem." He was serious, but in the end he couldn't resist the concern in his eyes. The soft words and gentleness in the past were clearly just an illusion that I indulged in his unreasonable favor. Mother was right, ruthlessness is always the king. The glazed palace lantern burned out the last trace of velvet core, and the hot candle oil dripped down lonely, making a sound. The cold rain in the Imperial City was so lonely. Under the glazed tile eaves, no one listens to the rain anymore. Collect this article ～﹡～﹡～﹡～﹡～﹡～﹡～﹡～. Short story about palace fighting, welcome to enter ^_^.～﹡～﹡～﹡～﹡～﹡～﹡～﹡～ Completed: Full City Fragrance New short story: Misty Rain in Jinling My column: (Collect this column so you can know about new articles in time^_^)
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