This is a rare sunny day in winter, but the sun sets shortly after the afternoon.
The slanting light is shining, and the white snow is shining, and it is so beautiful.
Various patterns are carved on the eaves of Zhaoyang Hall. Window flowers made of sandalwood are inlaid with colorful beads. They are threaded with colorful gold threads and can roll along the pillars. On the top of the inner hall is the imperial concubine herself.
The blue glazed tiles ordered to change looked mixed with the blue of the sky. It seemed that the Zhaoyang Palace and the snow-capped blue sky merged into one, with a fairy spirit. When you enter the inner room, you will have a unique world.
The inner and outer walls were first applied with peppercorns, and then pink brocade was pasted. A night pearl was placed at every corner of the corridor along the way. Even if it was dark, there was no need to light the light, which emitted dazzling light.
You can see it outside ten steps.
Xiao Lian wore a modified tribute Korean dress called Feiqiong Liuqing robe. When she walked around, she flew away like a fairy in the Moon Palace. The most peculiar thing was that the flowers embroidered with colorful threads were surrounded by the back.
Many bees and butterflies were embroidered, mixed with dots in the middle of the flowers. After a moment of turning around, there was no wind to automatically, as if the bees and butterflies were floating and flying, all of them pounced on the stamens in the middle.
Luo Jia was in Zhaoyang Palace, and he was greeted by such a peerless beauty.
Xiao Lian knelt on the ground. When she looked up, the butterflies on her body seemed to be about to fly, so charming and so aggrieved, "Your Majesty... I haven't seen Your Majesty for several days, I miss you so much... Your Majesty, have you forgotten me?
Don't you care about me anymore?"
Luo Jia coughed dryly and sat down. He looked around and looked at the super luxurious room for a while.
"Xiao Lian, get up first."
Xiao Lian stood up and looked up.
Zhang Jieyu's family suffered a severe blow, his father was demoted, Zhang Hao was too corrupt and executed. Even Zhang Jieyu and her carefully curated bitter plan did not play any role. At this time, Your Majesty
He was not angry, nor did he show any displeasure, but this was more puzzling than his anger.
Xiao Lian couldn't guess at all, and didn't know what His Majesty was thinking. After so long, he had been eating and drinking. OOXX, how many times had he really understood this person? How many words did he say in his heart?