Shuang Shun entered the Purple Palace, and the dragon was obsessed with makeup and powder.
Dashun lived in Guanghan Palace, but Xiao Shun fought hard and became famous all over the world.
This folk song was widely circulated and was known to all women and children. It has been recorded in the annals of history, adding a touch of beauty to the history of the pitiful few years of Yang Emperor Qin Zheng.
I dreamed of returning home from a meandering path, and my dearest friend was so cold that I lost my soul. Like mist-covered flowers, like clouds leaking out of the moon, a little bit of tranquility stirs early.
Regardless of the relationship between people and things, the dream in the Peony Pavilion is broken.
Pain and hatred are piled up, timid clothes are left alone, flowers and branches are red with tears.
She opened her eyes suddenly, and the moonlight shone in the hibiscus tent on top of the bed, which seemed real and illusory.
It's this dream again.
There was a light flicker in the young man's eyes, which were filled with jade and shadow, and there were ripples in circles. Seemingly amused, he pursed his thin lips lightly and turned his head away from looking at her.
She didn't know how long she had stood there, she just felt that Shang Shiyu and Tang Shifeng had gone through a lot and were about to stand until the end of time.
The beauty of Fusang, her face is as beautiful as gold, hidden in the chaos of crimson colors, and enveloped in wisps of dark fragrance.
This is a scene that Qin Zheng will never forget.
If you see a beautiful woman, you will never forget her. Not seeing you for a day makes me miss you like crazy.
He stretched out his hand and grasped the sleeves. The willow waist, which was tied with a red girdle embroidered with gold and hibiscus, turned away in surprise, as if it was not enough to hold it. The pomegranate skirt swayed, causing thousands of people to turn red in shock. The thin sleeves slipped from her hands, the red satin shoes with dark flowers were decorated with bead foil, and the greasy white jade feet had disappeared into the depths of the hibiscus.
When Qin Zheng woke up and chased into the flowers, there was no trace of the fragrance, only a red gold earring with beads and engraved flowers lying quietly among the piles of fallen flowers, just like a dream.