An old incident in the palace, a lonely and lonely time. The peach blossoms shine brightly.
One song is "Jian Jia" and the other is "Nine Songs". It's hard to express my sincere feelings for a lifetime.
Clusters of peach blossoms are blooming, and Hetian ruby pendants are hanging. Earth-shattering, the past is silent.
In the Imperial City of the Northern Wei Dynasty, holding the son's hand and growing old together with him, after all, it is just empty talk for a lifetime, and it is difficult to judge God's will. It was wrong after all.