One queen, three husbands, nine concubines, twenty-seven generations of wives, and eighty-one female concubines, all of whom have the surname Zhang.
This is as if love and power are at your fingertips. This smile seems not to be a smile, but contains a murderous smile and care. Do you owe me, or do I owe you? How could there be such retribution?
The aunt walked along the narrow path, lowered her head and carried the cage, and muttered, "Girl, there is a small pavilion by the water in front of you. If you have nothing to do at night, you should go out for a walk to enjoy the scenery. Before entering the palace, the aunt in charge must have explained the reason and asked the girl to obey."
This night, the palace lanterns in my aunt's hands are bright. This is the night in Zhang's harem.
The light of the morning sun seemed to open the carved mahogany palace window, lift the gauze curtain, pass through the bead curtain, and go straight into the eyes. The slightly moving crow-colored eyelashes slowly opened. He raised his upper body with his hands, lifted up the quilt, stepped on the embroidered cloth shoes, and walked slowly forward, ignoring the gauze curtain and bead curtain. He stretched out his jade-like onion fingers, wanting to open the palace window and see the morning in Zhang's harem.
I don't know what time it was, but the sound of footsteps that did not disturb the quietness was fast and orderly. Copper basin with clear water, wooden palace robes, brocade box and hairpin ring, display eyelids, here is the etiquette of washing up in the morning.
Even after washing up and putting on light makeup, I can only look at the bronze mirror. The only person who looks at this appearance is myself. This palace, this is only Zhang's harem, and I must not be able to control it.