*Gong fight but group portrait
*There is an emotional line, it's quite pure love (right)
*Everyone criticized it wildly, imagining history
*The emperor only has a handsome face and is a bastard
When dusk dyed through the screen window, Zhao Qinghe was lost in thought in front of a cold Junshan Silver Needle.
The remaining incense in the gilt Boshan furnace was almost gone, and the last wisp of green smoke snaked up and entangled the crooked pearl wave in her hair.
Three days ago, the prince lay drunk on her lap and casually pulled out this hairpin to pick up flowers for the lamp. There are still burnt scratches on the glass lampshade.
"Zhao Liangdi, it's time to change clothes."
The maid knelt behind the screen holding a rouge-colored gold-woven skirt. The albizia flowers embroidered with silver thread on the cuffs were clearly extinguished in the candlelight.
The fingertips stroked the bottom layer of the makeup package, and the dried and broken leaves of the mint sachet made a thin sound.
Zhao Qinghe remembered another evening the year before last.
Liangdi was only the second young lady of the Zhao family at that time, and General Zhou was not a junior general at that time.
Zhao Qinghe still remembers him standing under the hanging flower gate with his sword pressed, a few petals of dying begonia falling on his shoulders, and always smiling slightly when his eyes glanced at the window in front of the Zhao family's gate.
Intention: Cherish life and stay away from men.