Flowers Blooming on the Street (Qing Dynasty)

I like Sisi very much. I like Sisi for no reason, but I don't like to torture Sisi. I hope Sisi is happy. Happiness is actually holding your hand and growing old together with your son Therefore, the ending can probably be guessed... Who said that women who traveled back in time to the Kangxi period must be eccentric and elfin? She was as cold as an orchid and would also have an extraordinary life... Love? Or heartless? Who knows what lies beneath the cold exterior is a fragile heart or a lonely soul? Why can't you get it? Why get it again? What can move this crystal heart? There are no complicated palace battles, no love and hatred between life and death, only light and shallow people, and deep and lingering love... You will never regret your love after snacks, and the flowers on the street will bloom with a light fragrance. The full moon on the printed screen shows the true meaning, and the pity flowers wipe away the silence and cherish the only one forever. People write that it is destined, People sigh that they have been lingering for several lifetimes. Looking back, there is a thread. Where the soul returns, love never sleeps. The flying flowers are like being drunk in a dream, and the flowing water is full of love. Agarwood fills my heart and it is hard to be stained by dust. I entrust you to cherish me and there is no need to return. No fights, no worries; Know love and have no regrets. The tears of flowers are light, but the meaning is difficult to understand. Thousands of knots, one lifetime of fate. My hair is knotted in the wind, and I am happy with my son. Flowers bloom on the street, and the fragrance follows people as they sleep. It is impossible to describe the thrilling story of nine sons seizing the heir apparent, nor to describe the overt and covert attacks in the palace. The story may be cliché, or it may be dull, and the scenes are not grand at all. Only two words of true love can be written by me. Love is just one word, who can explain it clearly? Write true feelings with sincerity. Who knows the true history? Everything is like a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water. While talking and laughing, only a few lines of false words were left in the corner of the history book. The various causes and effects will always remain a mystery... To guess, to joke, to describe, to daydream. And everything else is fine. Laughter and talk, in memory of the ancients. Welcome to the new pit - the story of Mr. Nalan My column Intention: