It is recorded in the book that the Empress of Zhou was the daughter of Zhou Zong, the Great Situ of the Southern Tang Dynasty. Her single name was Qiang, and her nickname was Ehuang. She had bright eyes and white teeth, and was as beautiful as a peach or plum. She was a beauty in the world. He is good at music and has uncanny skills in playing the pipa. He is known as "the beauty of Jiangnan".
Compared with the detailed history books of the Great Zhou Empress, the subsequent Little Zhou Empress was named Wei, and was known as "Jiangnan Tianxiang" by the world.
There are not many historical records about Xiao Zhouhou. With just a few strokes, we can vaguely see the woman who loves to wear green clothes. She is unparalleled in beauty and quick in thinking. She leans on the railing and plays the flute, looking across the south of the Yangtze River...
After the fall of the Southern Tang Dynasty, Empress Xiao Zhou stayed with her and lived in Bianliang with Empress Li. Zhao Guangyi, Taizu of the Song Dynasty, was deeply fascinated by Xiang Lirong, the day after Xiao Zhou. Rumor has it that Zhao Guangyi poisoned Empress Li and imprisoned Empress Xiao Zhou in a deep palace.
There are also rumors that Empress Xiao Zhou did not want to leave Empress Li, and then Empress Li committed suicide by taking poison.
There are also unofficial historical records that after the death of the empress Xiao Zhou, she fled Bianliang and hid in northern Xinjiang, and her whereabouts have never been traced since.
No matter what kind of record, the figure of the woman known as "Tianxiang" in green clothes and white skirt has made people deeply yearn for her.
In addition, this article is purely a wild sigh, just for fun outside the official history. For the sake of enjoyment, there are errors in some parts of the time. Please do not refer to history books for comparison.
Burn a furnace of sandalwood, brew a pot of tea, and then open the book, watch the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, look at the spring flowers and autumn moon, sigh the deep melancholy, and stop in that beautiful love story...