Concubine Li couldn't say anything anymore, and suddenly said softly: "Now I understand that in fact, I am lucky than the Queen..."
Feng Miaolian was shocked.
The woman opposite, with an ordinary but intelligent face, has never been favored, isn't it much better than being favored, but it takes great effort to keep this kind of love, keep her heart in the clouds all the time, and then be heavily influenced by her
Is it much better to fall down?
She must have known most that the queen is difficult to give birth and infertile, which is simply a model of prosperity and decline.
How could the pain I have never received be compared to the pain I have been trampled on the ground after I got it? Moreover, it has risen and fall several times, but it still cannot escape the entanglement of fate.
Feng Miaolian looked at her with a smile on her face.
It's true that he is Li Chong's daughter. After living alone in this lonely palace for so many years, even if he is not a beauty, he is also pretty and charming. Can only be beautiful women deserve a passionate love? Can only be beautiful women deserve those lingering pasts
?
As a victim of family marriage, it is hard to say whether Tuoba Hong failed them or whether they failed Tuoba Hong.
Feng Miaolian seemed to be talking to herself: "I was extremely happy to move the capital to Luoyang back then, but now I actually regret it... Luoyang is actually not as custom as Pingcheng... When a woman got here, she involuntarily became like a Southern Dynasty person..."
The southern women were imprisoned, embroidered flowers were hidden, and in the deep boudoir dreams. How could they compare to the thick hands and feet of women in the Northern Dynasties?
Also a legendary hero, Mulan was alone in the military camp for more than ten years; while Mu Guiying and others from the Southern Dynasties must be able to rely on their husband's family and act under the banner of their husband's family, disrespectful to Yang.
Door, what kind of climate do they have?
This is the difference between regions and culture.
Concubine Li's voice was even lower and she clenched her fist gently: "If possible, I really want to go out and hunt for horses and horses, how good it is!"
Feng Miaolian's originally shocked heart was once again stirred up.
It turned out that there was still such a free and easy soul in this palace. However, she discovered it too late. Not every woman in the world was jealous and entangled with a man.
Concubine Li, she couldn't even remember her boudoir name, only knew that Concubine Li came in, referred to as Concubine Li, and was always her imaginary enemy. When thousands of women shared their husbands, everyone was imaginary enemy.