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A generation of beautiful women, peerless elegance, painted the west bank of the balcony, flicked their fingers on the pipa, listened to the funeral of the previous dynasty, pecked sake under the moon, and lived a drunken life.
Someone wrote music for her, which has been sung for thousands of years: "There are beautiful women in the north, who are peerless and independent, looking after the city first and then the countryside."
The purple pavilion has always been the residence of the first imperial "secret" son in the imperial city. The last time the pavilion changed hands, it can be traced back to five years ago. Xiao Mo and Wei Ze stood side by side on the eaves opposite the Purple Pavilion, looking at the hazy waterside pavilion in the night at a distance. On a cold moonlit night, a corner of the palace is too beautiful to be true.
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In the early spring, there was a crystal rain in the imperial city, and the newly melted ice and snow on the eaves were connected in series into a water curtain. Looking out of the window, it also has different scenery.
A woman leans on the colonnade in the backyard of Hualou, looking at Yingying in the front yard indifferently, listening to the most indulgent original melody between men and women, but indifferent as a veteran in the romantic field.
"Girl, mother Feng is here." A maid's voice came from the distant corridor. The woman standing on the railing casually folded the peony in full bloom in front of her, touched the petals with her fingertips and said with a smile, "Jade inlay, let mom in."
"yes, miss." The jade bead curtain inlaid in front of the gallery gently opens. ...