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The autumn wind is bleak, and the stranded children return to the birds.

Today's time is geometric, or it is shallow to laugh it off.

Excuse me, who looks like Han Palace? The poor swallow leans on the new cosmetics!

In the past, Yang Guifei's Yuhuan was charming and charming.

In the past, Yu Ji sang in the wind and waves.

People who bring disaster to the country are happy, but heartless and affectionate.

Step by step, trivial things fall like water.

Appearance capital, a symbol of power, status and purpose.

I used to be a simple girl. I was charming and smart.

To save face? There is still only the king's heart, and the emperor's heart is rare.

Who are you? Dead or alive, buried or

One knows that chickens and dogs are soaring, the willow color is uneven and the painting floor is full, and Xiaoying crow sends the palace full of worries.

2. Three thousand harem beauties

Cheating everywhere.

Just for the fragrance of life.

Fly to the branches and become a phoenix.

Here, you can interpret your harem life.

Enjoy the splendor,

Or ... everything is under your control! Come on ~

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Clouds and temples, Zhu Yan and Jin Bu Yao, the court is as deep as a dream, and the corridor is long.

Jiugong is full of smoke and dust, and the beauty laughs like a king.

Grace is hard to find old dreams, and it is difficult to watch the wind and moon.

It was a bonus yesterday, but it rained today. Looking at the fence, I envy Yuanyang.

Blue silk sighed, the diamond-shaped mirror of Fahua was dark and gaunt, and the ceremony was like a dream.

Why do people talk about three thousand?

Melancholy old love is like a dream, but it is hard to stop the sadness of vicissitudes.

Who said that the door is as deep as the sea?

The deep palace has always been a place where women in past dynasties wrote legends.

In the information office, the king's pet is just a struggle for survival.

Loneliness is only an accessory to victory.

Well, that's also forced by years.

In the middle of the night, my hair turned white and my rhombic makeup was dark.

The sense of ritual is like a dream, and the dream is hard to stay, leaving only the fingertips to flow away.

I just don't regret being loved by someone.

The battle of the palace,

House number:

Welcome to join us.

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5\ Iraqis shed tears, remembering when my lover will return?

Flowers bloom and fall, who is fighting for it?

Because of the heavy gongs and drums and gorgeous glazed tiles, many beautiful women compete for the harem.

Once you enter the palace, it is as deep as the sea. Once you win the king's favor, the hibiscus flowers in the spring night will be warm all night.

When Zhu Yan was old, the king looked cold and didn't like it. He felt sorry for himself in the mirror.

Looking back on Long Enhao's vagrancy, I shouldn't have married into this Houmen. .....

Helpless ... everything is a memory.

Clear words, shallow string jade refers to grace, pear flowers and green grass are slightly cool.

Life is full of songs, dust is scattered and dreams are uneven.

Poems are long and rainy, tears build by laying bricks or stones, pavilions cover red Rayna Sue.

Castle peak cuts, cloud creek is charming, and it is difficult to turn into the night.

Never seen the emperor's face. No one is sad. If I meet you, I will never be rude.

Summer is absolutely cold. Feather sports are easy to get hurt.

The sensitive moon stays on the branches. If the foam is full of tears.

Palace, twists and turns, intrigue.

Falling, getting drunk, hiding the sky from the sea.

Cochineal tears make people drunk. When will ambiguity stop? How sad is it to be alone in the palace? Flowers fall into people's hearts. When will the fighting stop? When will the damn rain stop? No one stays in the deep palace, and it takes a long time to turn around. Helpless voice, empty fantasy, who will stop it? Unconsciously, the residual flowers fall, and the sun, moon and cicada fade. Waiting for a hundred years is all for nothing, and the beauty is unlucky and gaunt. When I decided to go away with the king, I didn't cry like an ordinary girl. I hope to win a heart, and I will never leave my head.

The whole city is gentle, fragrant all its life, and it turns into snow. I can't bear to look back and worry about locking Zhu Lou. The ups and downs are bleak and the face is thin. In the upper forest garden, next to the Haitang Pavilion, red apricots are on the top. The jade palace bead curtain and banquet in Yaochi are like twinkling stars and frost. Looking back on Chang 'an, Hua Xu's dream was short-lived, so how could he lose face at that time? Brilliance and prosperity, in the harem, it is more lonely than fireworks, it is sincerity and youth, it is shorter than flame, it is an open face.

Red, falling flowers, dripping with blood.

Dusty, Wan Ru is young.