She stood in front of the dressing table, holding a slightly wrinkled piece of five-color flower paper in her hand. Because it was sandwiched in the clothes, it had a slight fragrance. She looked at the ink-colored words on it, and her eyes became a little confused.
"Lingao Pavilion, the smoke is thin in the chaotic mountains and plains. The smoke is thin, and the crows return from their roosts, and you can hear the horns in the dusk.
The broken fragrance lingers with evil feelings, and the west wind urges the parasol trees to fall. The parasol trees have fallen, but autumn colors are still there, and loneliness is still there. "
Are you lonely... Who is not lonely in this deep palace...
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Forgive me, I have to fill this hole again... I am preparing to make major changes, so I will not continue writing until all changes are completed...
I know my speed... It's really very slow... So ha, I have to work hard~