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There are records that he once abolished the secret decree of the past generations for her and abolished the three thousand beauties in the harem. He once used the fragrant secret medicine and used the blood in his heart as a guide to save her life. There are also records that her song "High Mountains and Flowing Waters" moved the capital and she was hailed as the most talented woman in the capital. Once she enters the palace, she becomes a maid in the cold palace. She meets her soulmate after playing the flute, but mistakenly recognizes Boya and falls under the eyes of another person. She stained Fenglin Palace with blood for him, just to put the mountains and rivers into his hands and stroke away the darkness in his eyes. Once I traveled back to ancient times, I didn't know how to go back. Coming to this strange dynasty, warmth is hard to come by. Who is whose chess piece, and who falls into that deep gaze? Emotions are difficult to understand. A flute tune, a wrong love, but in exchange for an incomprehensible thousand-year love. Is it Qinyuan? Or a palace dream? Pluck a begonia branch and look under the lingering clouds and fallen leaves. Are you joining hands with the mountains and rivers to see the clouds rolling in and out, or is it just a palace dream? (End of book)

There are records that he once abolished the secret decree of the past generations for her and abolished the three thousand beauties in the harem. He once used the fragrant secret medicine and used the blood in his heart as a guide to save her life. There are also records that her song "High Mountains and Flowing Waters" moved the capital and she was hailed as the most talented woman in the capital. Once she enters the palace, she becomes a maid in the cold palace. She meets her soulmate after playing the flute, but mistakenly recognizes Boya and falls under the eyes of another person. She stained Fenglin Palace with blood for him, just to put the mountains and rivers into his hands and stroke away the darkness in his eyes. Once I traveled back to ancient times, I didn't know how to go back. Coming to this strange dynasty, warmth is hard to come by. Who is whose chess piece, and who falls into that deep gaze? Emotions are difficult to understand. A flute tune, a wrong love, but in exchange for an incomprehensible thousand-year love. Is it Qinyuan? Or a palace dream? Pluck a begonia branch and look under the lingering clouds and fallen leaves. Are you joining hands with the mountains and rivers to see the clouds rolling in and out, or is it just a palace dream? (End of book)