This story is fictitious
The billowing smoke and dust flew through the market and destroyed the stalls on the roadside. Running and disappearing behind the closed palace doors. The man in red leaning on the jade tower raised his head and smiled. People say that a smile can make a city fall, and a smile can make a country fall. When my emperor saw him, he had a grand banquet for three days and three nights, complete with singing and dancing. Some people are happy, some are sad, and they dare to be angry but dare not speak out. How many times have they been officials in the same court today, and their bodies will be exposed in the wilderness tomorrow. Who makes him the emperor, she is the emperor's favorite concubine.
Looking back at Chang'an, there are piles of embroidery, and thousands of doors are opened on the top of the mountain.
Riding on the red dust concubine smiled, no one knew it was lychee.
The man in green shirt put down the pen in his hand and looked at the frightened moonlight outside the window.