Zuifuxuan
In the mist, you can see the light makeup of pear blossoms, and vaguely smell the lingering fragrance of orchid and musk. The early dawn shines through the window, and the wood carvings are flowing with gold. The rain in the south of the Yangtze River in April is mint green, lingering like a lover murmuring all night long.
The interior of the bamboo house is refreshingly cool, and the air is mixed with a gossamer-like fragrance. The woman on the soft bed is wearing a navy blue shirt, covered with honey-colored clear gauze, with a crescent-white silk ribbon on her arms, vibrant hibiscus embroidered on both sides of her breast, and a tassel jade pendant hanging from her waist that is full and can be grasped. The long white fingers held the silver spoon and gently stirred the golden hook wing soup in the secret porcelain. A pair of beautiful eyes looked at the steaming porcelain cup in trance.
She, Nie Yueyan. A woman who has a face that is enviable by the world and an unparalleled talent, but an inescapable fate of wandering and wandering in the world. The Marquis praised her for a song that was unparalleled. The wealthy businessmen spent all their time hanging around her knees and skirts, spending tens of thousands of dollars just to get a smile from Bo Qing. All the things a woman dreams of are within her reach, but she still can't wait for a single word of that person's true words to come back to her?
