Accompanying the wind and rain, looking through the fleeting years, she regards her husband as the sky, and comes all the way through the mist, from Prince Bao's Mansion to Changchun Palace. In the years of quicksand, is it the tenderness and tenderness or the autumn water that sees through it? Is the shining queen's throne a symbol of supremacy, or is it a shackle that constrains her life's destiny?
The queen's honor, the golden throne, was too high up to be cold, but she was actually happy to be able to stand next to him.
When the beauty finally turned into withered bones and the youth of this life was gone, her gentle smile finally became the tears that broke his heart throughout his life.
Twenty-two years of kindness and thirteen years of internal governance. Suddenly I had a dream of a spring breeze, leaning towards the shore. The saintly kindness remembers filial piety deeply, and the palace pot is full of virtuous people. I can't bear to recite Guan Suishi, but the strings of Zhuqin have been broken. Summer and winter nights, there is a time to return. Half a lifetime and forever, when will we be determined once we see each other? The cotton clothes are set in the sky, and the orchid curtains are still hanging down. I sat down with my thoughts and held back my tears to cherish my dear child. We can only share our sorrows and joys, and our pleasantries will never be forgotten. Unparalleled beauty and beautiful women, leaving behind a concubine. How can one woman be sad? Two men die prematurely from pain. I can't bear to reminisce about the past, and it makes me sad to throw away my pen!