This was the first time she dressed up carefully after her despair and looked at herself in the mirror, just like the poem "The Goddess of Luo" she read: "The brilliance of the silk robes, the brilliance of the jade robe, and the jewelry of gold and green, and the pearls are decorated with bright pearls to shine.
The body, walking on the literary shoes of traveling far away, dragging the light skirt of the misty gauze, and the fragrance of the orchid is slightly fragrant, walking around the corner of the mountain.
This is the beauty of the Luoshen Mi Fei. Cao Zhi tried his best to describe her decorations, silk clothes, skirts, golden greens, and pearls... It seems that no matter how beautiful a beauty is, she still needs such decorations. She has never seen any beauty.
Real hairpin and cloth skirt.
It can be seen that even beauty is a kind of beauty that is strong and powerful, and must be based on glory and wealth.
Just like those celebrities, when they first debuted, they were all vaguely passers-by. Three or five years later, they were packaged by the company, dressed in gorgeous clothes and plastic surgery, which gave them the exquisite beauty afterwards.
What if she had always been a poor girl and had been wearing clothes worth fifteen yuan a day from a wholesale mall?
Can it still surprise everyone?
Feng Miaolian folded an autumn chrysanthemum and placed it on her temples, which was heavy and fell down. She reached out to pick it up. Seeing the blood bubbles smoothed in her palm, she slowly couldn't touch any traces. Her jade hands were again
It becomes smooth and smooth, and it is pampered.
This is the Queen's career. Even if she is lonely, she is a rich life.
She sighed, remembering the smell of fireworks outside, and cooking porridge with her own hands and washing it.
How strange is the world. For glory and wealth, we have worked hard all our lives for the same life. Many rich ladies have been embroidering flowers in the embroidery room for their whole life, at most walking around the back garden, so their whole life has passed like this.
Little do you know that life is just a few decades long, why do you have to wear gorgeous clothes in a huge garden and feel sad about spring and autumn? How can you not go out, and walk through many mountains and rivers happily?
Even if the journey is long, even if the mountains and rivers are dangerous, even if you have to work hard all your life, you will have to make a living in the wind and rain. However, isn’t it better to waste your life in this garden without any worries against the wind and moon day by day.
Much?
A palace maid came over and whispered beside her: "Empress, it's getting late, it's time to go back and rest."
She smiled and said lightly: "I will sleep forever after death. Why should I fall asleep before my death?"
The palace maid dared not speak anymore and just followed her in a stuttering manner.