Han Palace Weiyang Song

Volume 2 [Linguan Half Life] - Queen An Siyan In the seventh year of Yongchu, the red candle was not extinguished and the bright moon was gone. Dressed in a black wedding dress, what greeted her was not the smile that she missed day and night, but a farewell note, never to see each other again. He tore her wedding dress and crazily destroyed everything in her past. He said: "Wanrou, you can only be mine in this life, no matter in the past, present or future." In the first year of the Yuan Dynasty, she was ordered to enter the palace, established as a noble, and canonized as a queen. She used the most gorgeous disguise to interpret Yan Ji's love and hate, charmed the king, and killed the imperial concubine. She had also tried her best for a scam that she had known for a long time, and she had also tried her best to get revenge that was meaningless in his eyes. He had also worked hard just to get her to look back at him. Just like before, he had also spent all his life just for her to smile and fall in love instantly. In such a vast and deep palace, with three thousand beauties, old loves and new loves, who else can be worthy of the harp whose strings have long been broken? Who else can make the king lower his eyebrows and play an unfinished Weiyang song... Volume 1 [Glamourous Youth] - Queen Hexi and Deng In the fourth year of Yongyuan, we met on the grassland. We exchanged words and promised each other a lifetime. In the thirteenth year of Yongyuan, she came to Luoyang alone, but nine years later, he had long forgotten it. In the fourteenth year of Yongyuan's reign, she replaced his favorite person and ascended to the throne. From then on, she became a tool to receive honor and love. In the first year of Yuanxing, the emperor passed away, but she was not sad, because all her joys, anger, sorrows and joys were turned into ashes in the years when she was called Deng Sui, and she has been as cold as ice ever since. Love or not, perhaps she would never be able to understand it all her life. She had never figured out or guessed the real emperor who was buried in the imperial mausoleum with Deng Sui. In the second year of Yongning, she finally exhausted her last effort for his empire. She dreamed that his hand was always there, but she would never put her hand into his warm palm again. She would rather be cold, without sadness or joy. In this world of chaos and glitz, no one can walk hand in hand with her anymore, and it would be better to forget each other in the world...