The fine pleated moonlight skirt of lake silk with dark patterns of falling flowers ripples like water waves. The ring around the waist makes a loud sound. The bells on the cloud shoulders are also clear with each step, and the lotus feet are fragrant. The emperor opened his eyes slightly, and the seal incense on the jade plate was dimly covered. Through the bright yellow Kowloon gauze curtain, he could see Pingting's figure coming indistinctly. He suddenly remembered the figure that was similar to that of more than twenty years ago. It was also twenty-eight years ago. In the prime of life, she turned around in the shadow of the apricot blossoms, and the dusty flowers suddenly rose up. The fallen flowers fell like rain, and stuck to her shiny hair, which was very soft. She walked up to him and bowed: "Meet the prince."
The woman in front of the gauze tent approached slowly, smoke curled up in the air. Her figure was confused and familiar. It seemed that more than ten years ago, that woman was in a plain skirt and thin shirt, with her hands on the ground, and her black hair flowing on the ground. She smiled coldly: "The child is gone, you must be satisfied again..."