He is talented and talented, as strong as wine; she is gentle and quiet, as elegant and fragrant as tea.
He was galloping on the battlefield, and she wanted to follow him closely. Words like clear springs soothe the irritability in the heart; eyes like water clear away all uneasiness.
He fought with swords and swords, and struggled with flesh and blood. Looking back, she smiled faintly at the corner.
Then he became an emperor, looking down on the world; she became a queen, looking down on the world as her mother.
From then on, he was no longer just a husband, but a king.
Late at night in the harem, only Hongzhu sheds tears quietly
Only the bottle of peacock gall is still floating between the skirts
She is too tired, life is so fragile,
"Heavenly Khan" can't keep the love in his arms
A high platform was built, and the beloved slept in Zhaoling.
Warm words of advice and tender eyes only appear in dreams.
It turns out that missing you can last forever
The fragrance of tea is long-lasting, mellow and thick