"Wencheng in the south of the Yangtze River, by the West Lake; flowers are blooming, catkins are flying; beautiful and talented people are leaning on the railing. I can't bear to waste time, and I meet you unexpectedly; we meet thousands of miles away, and it's love at first sight. We whisper to each other, and our love is endless. The love is so deep. Today, the spring scenery is empty, but there is no one to travel with. It is difficult to meet in front of the screen. Sitting alone in front of the lamp, are you okay? I am alone in the boudoir. How happy is it to remember you? The sky and the earth are separated by three realms, and things are different, and time is fleeting; today is not what it used to be, I can only see my brother in dreams! The sky is facing the moon. We are facing each other in the cold dawn, and we are speechless. I am no longer in a dream, and the garden is full of frost and flowers. I am so sad that I can't talk about it. Who can we meet again if we are destined to meet again? The snow in the twelfth lunar month is full of frost. Dancing gracefully, holding the pen and ink is difficult to mix with the smoke; the moon is flat, I want to lean on the west tower to look at the Jade Rabbit. I just think it is a windy moon in the world! In this helpless place, the curtains are covered with snow! It is pitiful that you will not come back for a long time, and tonight is miserable; but it is said that parting is so painful, and the beautiful scenery is missed.
Occasionally, when we get together, the hot passion without love and pity is like the whispering of autumn insects; the lonely day, the walking figures facing each other in the sky, is like the sadness of chilling cicadas. As the night falls, you have left, and I am left alone in the inn, feeling sorry for myself. Yesterday was like a spring dream, no one shared it, I was the only one with a hairpin head and a phoenix. Fish and water for a moment, wake up in the morning and face the sky; Beauty fades away, and the fallen flowers sigh alone. Feeling "the dawn wind and the waning moon on the willow bank"! The cold moon is cool; I sigh, "Where is the lonely goose flying like this?" The setting sun is faint. Lingering and sorrowful, the breeze is blowing; the fragrant boudoir is deeply locked, and the cold moon shines through the curtains. The wind is swaying and the rain is covering the pine trees. The summer is late and the autumn wind is sad. The wild geese are flying alone and tears are hanging down. Hope, hope, hope, the silent night is long, the beauty's heart is heavy; sweet, sweet, sweet, I have no intention of sleeping, but I also encourage you. "
----Notes from "Sijun Fu" [I'm sorry Yan Lan has no literary talent and can't write it by herself. When her literary talent improves, I will replace this one]
Why did Gao Zhan, the dissolute Emperor Wucheng in history, become so decadent and unable to recover? Was it a sudden change in personality or was there another reason?
How could she, Lu Zhen, a female prime minister in history, move forward step by step with difficulty? How could she, a simple-minded woman, continue to live in this cannibal harem? Is it for him or for herself?
When she learned the news that year, how she managed to keep herself from thinking about other things was only known to herself. She owed him, Dan Niang, and the emperor's sister. She owed so much that she couldn't even pay it off. Could this be God's revenge on her?
A beautiful woman enters the palace, recruits hundreds of concubines, three wives, nine concubines, twenty-seventh wife, eighty-one concubines, so many titles, what does she mean to him, is she just a concubine?
Princess Tongchang. Queen. Chen Guo's thirty-year contract.
"The autumn moon is like frost, and now you and I are on opposite sides of the sky. A cup of turbid wine, and a few desolations after drinking it."
Now it is only a short distance away, but it is already desolate.