If life is just like the first meeting, what's the matter with the autumn wind painting and sad fan.
This Leng Gong is good, there is no shortage of anything in Leng Gong. The reason why it is called Leng Gong is because it means despair. But if the people who live there are still warm in their hearts, it cannot be called a cold palace.
This place might as well be called Song Lining's boudoir.
It's just that that person...
He won't come again, will he?
What does she mean to him? A tool for political marriage? A couple who fell in love overnight? Or are they enemies who frame each other?
In March, the branches are green.
Since he doesn't love it, then I don't love it.
"Empress!"
"Zhu Ying! How many times have you told me not to call me empress? Have you forgotten our identities?"
"Sorry, I was wrong."
"It's okay, just remember it." Concubine Song nodded Zhu Ying's brows affectionately.
She was the only one left with him.
I wonder if my brother's parents are still there. Have they safely escaped the pursuit of the soldiers?
I wonder how much the little prince has grown.
I have lived in the cold palace for more than a year, and I know very little about the outside world, so I can't help but be obsessed with daydreams.
One day, can I go out?
Concept: It's just a cliché story about you loving me and me not loving you, and you not loving me and me falling in love with you.