Mingying walked leisurely among the flower halls, wondering whether there should be more peonies or peonies in front of the corridor. The eldest daughter of the family rushed in with red eyes and said sternly: "If you don't saw the wood with the surname Ji this time, I will write the name backwards."
Mingying coughed dryly, so what if your name is written backwards, why don't you just call her Daya?
I looked up and saw that the floating clouds had disappeared, and I remembered that day when the wind blew away the thin clouds and the moon disappeared, and I was drugged and sent out of the forbidden city. As he fell asleep, he felt cool jade fingers caressing his cheek. Someone comforted me softly: "Your Majesty is good, she will always know about it in the future."
In the following decades, the country was extremely good, but for her, she was still young and the night was still young. So good, how could she know?