The jade frost flows in front of the water-colored flute, and the swallows of Zhao family fly to Zhaoyang.
After dancing in the palm of my hand, the sound of the flute is endless, and the autumn night in the thirty-sixth palace is long.
—Han Palace Song by Xu Ning
Everything in the Han Palace for more than ten years was vivid before my eyes, \\\"Where has your Majesty gone?\\\" A little eunuch next to me was holding a food box and looked at me, with a hint of pity in his eyes. \\\"Your Majesty, the late Emperor has passed away, please invite Your Majesty. Please invite Your Majesty...\\\" He endured it for a long time and finally did not say it out loud. "That's all, bring it and you go down." "Yes"!