The person who raised the case raised eyebrows, hoeed the fields and I spun yarn, the golden bird jade shook with each step, and sank to the bottom of the water.
There are solitary wild geese in the North Palace, the birds in Zhangtai are singing in the sky, the flowers and brocades are cracking the Phoenix Tower, and the moon is shining in the North Palace.
A book on paper enters the middle palace and becomes the queen. Eighteen years old in civilian clothes, five years old in palace. I looked at the falling snow in the Beigong, my heart felt like still water, I was wearing hemp clothes, thinking about the ten years I had spent in this deep and lonely Beigong, I couldn't help but sigh, the most beautiful years of my life, three out of thirty, were devoted to the man who was the son of God.