Volume 1

When we met for the first time, he was a distinguished guest and she was an underappreciated third lady.

In the youthful years, an embroidered handkerchief brought up so many love threads. Thousands of words can't describe the fate of meeting each other. When I look back and smile, it is already engraved in my heart. How can destiny be affected by the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword? Only indelible memories are left.

Tianxu dreamed about the fate of loved ones and cherished each other. In this life, I chased the chrysanthemums under the moon. I dreamed about the rain in Xiaoxiang in the south of the Yangtze River, and the last thing was the sound of the flute caressing the spring willows.

Volume 2

The first time I met another him, he was a handsome young man, and she was just a girl who had a sudden curiosity. But unexpectedly...

The years are full of beauty. The years have been cold and hot, and the beauties have thousands of green hairs. The three thousand weak water only takes a cup to drink. The dawn is blurred by the wind and sand in the dark waves. A single embroidery thread brings out so many emotions. A sword, the cold air is straight.

It penetrates the heart. A broken string is difficult to pull.

The drizzle of rain fell into my heart and scattered.

The drizzle in March brings a chill to my heart.

The flowers and leaves in August are deep,

The lights are sparse. There are mountains and rivers, and the beauty is haggard deep in the willows.

Wearing a plain skirt, thousands of tears will flow. A needle will break the heart of a mandarin duck.

Thousands of tender feelings, thousands of green hairs, suddenly turned around, a pot of turbid wine, intoxicating my heart.

Leaning against the door and looking at the passing water of the Yangtze River in the east, people look haggard.

The flowers have fallen, the cuckoos are weeping blood, the red lips are lightly opened, and the sorrow reaches the heart.

The strings are broken and difficult to connect. After the song is played, the screen falls. There is a layer of resentment.

Fengyue Pavilion, looking back over the years, leaning on the railing and looking into the distance. Looking across the road of love.

The beaded curtain is scattered, I ask you if you know what it feels like to be sad. I regret it in this life.

Volume 3

After being disappointed, I chose to go to the hidden harem. It turns out that the emperor's favor can also be changed overnight.

Thousands of looking back at the past life are exchanged for passing by you in this life. If fate leaves me only your back, I am willing to stand still and wait.

Farewell willow leaves are fluttering, but getting together is nothing like the world. Even thousands of embroidery threads cannot embroider ten years of youth; a paper umbrella cannot hold up the suspense of the future. A book of ten thousand words cannot be finished and I wait infatuatedly.

Drops of ink marks, each word embedded in the heart. A paperweight on the side, a cold feeling on the face.

Regret in this life.

The Xiang River is not like the Yellow River whizzing down. It always flows so gently and gently. However, who can understand the waves in her heart. What is deep in the palace is the human heart. I exchanged my freedom for the glory and wealth.

High bed with soft pillows. Every night I carefully count the tears shed by red candles. On the twelfth floor, makeup is done at dawn, and fragrant beasts look like them every night.

However, who can touch the helplessness in her heart. When the wind and rain hit, there is always your figure, and when the eyebrows turn graceful, there is always your chest. However, those are just illusions. In the illusory world, the sky is slightly clear, and everything returns.

Reality.

We are still two parallel lines, crossing each other from life to life. The harem is deep, the road is tortuous. The smile is like a flower, and the heart is deep. It’s time to wake up from the dream, when the glitz recedes, everything becomes smoke in the blink of an eye, and the brocade quilts and jade food are so beautiful.

The carvings, the red bird palace, the jade railings and the beautiful faces change year by year in the deep palace. The autumn wind brings a chill. There are waves around the corner, and I finally wake up from the dream. Isn’t the reality bad? Lite is in front of me.
Chapter completed!