"The water of Xiaoxiang is broken, and the Wanwei mountains are tilted. Pearls sink and break, and jade breaks into pieces across the city. When I look at the pine trees, I listen to the tombs. For thousands of years, the singing of pepper flowers."
On April 28, 2022, the Shaanxi Archaeological Museum will launch a trial run for the public, and Shangguan Wan'er's epitaph will be displayed for the first time in the museum.
The palace walls and deep courtyards can hardly conceal their brilliance. One is a genius and the other is a beautiful girl from heaven. They both shined most dazzlingly in the red makeup era when women were in power. The two were friends, confidants, and allies. They were involved in the political whirlpool, and were ultimately burdened by power, ending miserably.
The world is like a dream. Flowers bloom in dreams, flowers fall in dreams, all the noise, chaos and silence are far away from us, leaving only this sincere epitaph, leaving people with endless reveries...
Super short story. (I find that I can no longer read medium-length novels at all, so I secretly assume that everyone is the same as me)
Intention: The palace is deeply resentful and the fragrance disappears and the jade dies.
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