Burning Agarwood, the Empress of Luo City

She had never had hope for herself. The long street was so deep that she could listen to the sound of rain with dead lotuses, so why bother with entanglement and exchange for several misfortunes. He made a mistake from the very beginning. Love will be cut off by frost and endure hardships in the world. Why not make it clear early and recognize this sincerity. She did not belong to this city and thought she had never offended this man. She was charming but cold. It was he who ruined her family and made her heart die for a time. When she stepped into the palace gate, she thought everything was fine, but he pushed her to the forefront. He abides by the emperor's rules, but his originally boring life was broken by her. In the evening breeze, he hugged her gently: "Has it been a long time since I told Madam what I feel like?" She looked a little tired and smiled: "You might as well tell me and let me listen." "Okay. Madam, my heart is very clear, and I miss you every step of the way." "Well..." A gentle breath hit his ears. "Is this okay, madam? Zijin actually fell asleep..." He put his arms around her and let her rest on his shoulder. Burn agarwood to relieve the heat. Birds call out for the clear sky, and they peek into the eaves at dawn. On the leaves, the sun rises and the rain falls, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind lifts them one by one. My hometown is far away, when will I go? He lives in Wumen and has been traveling in Chang'an for a long time. May the fisherman and the man remember each other? In a small boat, I dreamed of entering Furongpu.