I met you in the most ordinary, uneventful moment, and I gladly let myself fall for you~
Main pairing: Hua Manlou
There are a few side pairings, with a small amount of plot devoted to them.
There are quite a lot of characters, each with their own appeal, but they don't get much page time. Sob sob~~
Some details about the emperor in this story come from a story I previously wrote and published on another website. The author is lazy and doesn't want to rack her brains over it. If anything seems similar, whether it's a plot point or a character, it's either borrowed from Baidu or adapted from elsewhere. Don't worry too much about it~
Theme: Love means following your heart~ Companionship is the longest-lasting declaration of love~
Bubbling, making up points, finishing with flowers
"Bird" is a big worm for the author~ black
Big, really good
I don't know how to put it into words, how could Huamanlou become such a good person if he didn't think about the dedication and love of others. He is a man of the world, and it's not like he doesn't care about the affairs of the world. He does his best to help everyone in need. How could it be that you wrote about the imperfect self he thought he had?
I love you, you are so beautiful, I don't know why so few people see you. But it's really great written in big letters
La la la la la, there's no one around, hey hey hey~ Even if you catch me a typo, it's fine~(*/ω\*)~
The historical prototype should be Zhu Youtang. Zhu Jianshen is the one who dotes on Concubine Wan Guifei, the father of Zhu Youtang.
Tang Lihe "Li Ping Konghou Yin" Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain is condensed with clouds. Jiang E cries about Zhu Su's female sorrow, and Li Ping plays the Chinese harp. Kunshan's broken jade phoenix screams, hibiscus weeps and dew fragrant orchid smiles. Cold light melted in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads moved the purple emperor. Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and make the autumn rain startle. I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance. Wu Zhi sleepless and leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet.
Come on, come on, come on, sweet, sweet, sweet
Want it to be sweet, not cruel, come on