The beads of sutra do not move and the two eyebrows are condensed, and the lead is gone, showing the innocence.
That year, pomegranate flowers bloomed. She was an ordinary woman in the harem, but she had witnessed the rise and fall of countless concubines.
There is never a shortage of beauty and intelligence in the harem. I don't know how much blood has been stained in this Qionglou Palace, and how many dead souls have been buried.
The choice between power and strength, the entanglement of love and hate, who can survive through thousands of sails without forgetting the original intention?
If there is an afterlife, you will be an ordinary young man and I will be an ordinary girl, okay?