The Moon Shines on Pear Blossoms

Dili Spring Festival Gala Chongmen Deep Courtyard Wild geese break in the dusk sky in front of the green grass steps Upstairs Yuan Xin, who spreads the hatred? Passionateness naturally leads to trouble, and sharing a house is also a cold food The strangers in the swing alley are quiet, and the pear blossoms are dipping in the bright moonlight at the beginning of the month. The dream is broken, the sorrow is heavy and the brain is drunk The treasure pillow is cold and the green screen faces the dawn Who sweeps the remaining red outside the door? The wind comes in the night Where can the sound of jade cut off people? Spring has gone again. I can't bear to bear the return date. At this moment of love and hatred, I plan to entrust you to ask Dongjun Li Qingzhao's "The Moon Shines on Pear Blossoms" The soft silk cloth gently fell in front of her eyes, and the dazzling bright yellow made her squint her eyes slightly. "Open it and take a look!" Seeing that she didn't move, the emperor spoke softly again. She picked up the piece of silk with her slender hands and flipped it open. It was also in a familiar format, and it also had such high-sounding and difficult-to-pronounce words. Every word passed by, but there was one sentence that pierced her heart. Middle: "The Guo family, the daughter of Guo Zhuangtu, the Marquis of Wudu, is conscientious and prudent, has a peaceful nature, accepts obedience and does not make mistakes, conforms to Henghuang's standards, is diligent and conscientious, and bears the honor of Zhaizhai. I am appointed as the crown prince and his concubine." His hand shook slightly, but he still gently folded the square silk and placed it squarely on the table. A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of the emperor's mouth, and he asked in an almost cruel tone: "Why, aren't you angry?" She smiled slightly: "Why do you have the right to be angry, slave?" "Why not?" The smile in the emperor's eyes grew stronger. "For him, you can't have a family, you can't recognize your son, and you live in such pain." She shook her head indifferently: "This slave is no longer qualified!" "I'm not qualified, I'm not qualified." The emperor suddenly swept away the paper, pen and inkstone on the kang table and fell to the floor. Thick ink stained the floor, as greasy as blood, "You just think I have defiled you!"