In the twelfth year of Yongding, the fifteen-year-old Major General was leaning on the white jade railing beside the Wangshang Lotus. His narrow phoenix eyes were slightly blurred by the wine. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He looked at the clumsy little palace maid with interest. She was holding a palace lantern in one hand and putting osmanthus flowers on the handkerchief with the other. Her face was almost buried in the osmanthus leaves. Maybe it was because the sweet-scented osmanthus at night was having a good dream, and the fragrance became more and more intense, making him almost drunk.
Sunlight gently shines through the windows, adding a glow to the girls in the room. The sound of books is loud, clear and sweet, surrounding the cool woman holding "Rituals". She is wearing a short jacket with a slanted breast and a sky-colored tulle. A few hibiscus flowers are embroidered on the moon-white skirt, which makes people feel upright and a bit affectionate. The red lips are slightly parted, but she talks about the world.
He was riding on a majestic black horse. The horse's hooves clattered past the city wall. He tightened the reins slightly and looked back at the crowd of people. He knew that no matter what, he would be able to see his beautiful and talented wife at a glance.
Intention: I want to find a way through flowers, go straight into the depths of white clouds, and show my majesty and rainbow.