He looked back in surprise, only to see snow falling on the ground and scattered plum blossoms on the branches. How could there be the Jing'er that made him dream?
He closed his eyes silently and thought about the past events one by one.
Her purity, her charm, her gentleness, her nobility... Even her indifference, every bit of it, made him miss her so much.
He had seen countless beauties in his life. As an imperial physician in the palace, he had countless beauties and beauties in his harem, but he could not find a woman who could compare with her. Every glance and every word is so beautiful and charming, no matter how beautiful the country is, nothing can compare to her looking back and smiling.
When I look back, I smile and be charming, the pink and white in the Sixth Palace are colorless.
No matter how peaceful the world is,
When will the harem fighting end?
And Jing'er is just a victim.
What kind of growing old together, what kind of vows of eternal love, everything is empty, everything is just a dream...
Beauty is like a dream, legend is like a dream.
After waking up from the dream, only endless memories and pain remain...
Such a beautiful woman, such a beauty.
It's a pity that since ancient times, beauties have had a bad life...