In the eighth year of Yunjing, he was promoted to the emperor in line with the people's wishes, and finally added a beauty to the deserted harem.
However, this beauty was born a bit broad, and was slightly taller, over seven feet tall.
According to the secrets of the palace told by the palace maid who resigned from the palace and returned to her hometown to get married, the beauty held the moon in her arms all day long and sighed to herself. She was often buried in the arms of King Sheng. She raised her fair and golden face, and her neck was slightly swollen and had a slight bulge.
In late autumn, the Jinluan Hall is quiet at night, with swaying candlelight and gentle breeze.
Luoman, happy together. The slumped-over wife, whose skin was like snow, moaned softly, biting her thin fingers, trembling slightly.
The bed creaked softly, and the ambiguous sound was carried by the autumn wind to the ears of the maidservants guarding the palace outside. The two looked at each other, both blushing with embarrassment.