Courtyard Sunken Gauze Palace Piled Snow

Thinking of you is like looking at the moon in the palace of Chu, shining brightly every night. She was extremely lucky, thinking that she could get to know him and cuddle up together, watching the flowing clouds together for a long time, but in the end she was powerless. The two looked at each other, with only residual heat in their eyes, and a false fire in their hearts, but they didn't dare to move their fingertips, and their eyes had been flowing for many years. Lin Moran, the third daughter-in-law of the Anguo Hou Mansion, and Xiao Yuanjing, the fourth prince, are both low-ranking members of a high-ranking family. In this period, they were like two swallows on a beam, flying together and cuddling together. However, due to the empress dowager's decree, Lin Moran entered the palace and became chess pieces that linked the royal family and the Lin family, and became the chess pieces that balance the court situation. She knew that the Lin family tree had deep roots. Even if there was wind and rain in the palace, it would remain firm and motionless. As soon as you enter the palace gate, your heart is dead, the floating sand and drifting snow reflect the light. It's wrong for the two ducks to cross each other's necks, but the beauty of spring disturbs people again. A gentleman is ruthless and his concubines are unintentional, but they are full of affection and trust each other. Is this a wrong fate? Is it true love? Or heating? A life of floating silk and high platforms, what is the origin of the splendor and beauty? Bing Xin looks at each other in the sky, and there is no name on the Sansheng Stone. He said: "I have been lonely all my life, but I am not carefree. My heart is so full that sometimes when I take a sip of wine, I feel like I can't drink it down." She said: "I had a ten thousandth chance of getting lucky, but in the end I couldn't. The high-ranking members of the Hou Mansion should have thought of this a long time ago." The majestic Zhang Yutai, the long moon in Chu Palace, Shallowness always means farewell, It has nothing to do with flowing water and falling flowers. Who can break the willow branches? The spring breeze hurts parting. I only forget the spring heart, the courtyard is covered with gauze and snow, I don't have many words to say about my heart. I want to tell my story about my youth, but I don't know where to start.