The "Great Qing Huidian" stipulates that when the emperor dies, all concubines must take off their jewelry, wear their hair, and cut off a strand of hair to show their grief for the emperor.

Queen Ulanala was excited for a while, and before Qianlong Ye died, she cut her hair first, which made Qianlong very taboo. As the saying goes: 'A companion is like a tiger'. After all, the Ulanala clan paid the price for her impulses: her own life and the fate of her son's life.

Impulsiveness is the devil. The twelfth prince Yongjin bid farewell to the stage of competing for the crown. Now there are four people left on the stage: the eighth prince Yongxuan, the eleventh prince Yongli, the fifteenth prince Yongyan and the seventeenth prince Yongli.

The history of fratricide is about to repeat itself, let's wait and see, who will become the future Emperor Jiaqing, and what will happen to his other three brothers?! At this time, don't think about Du Niang, or follow the adults step by step, and let him unveil the mystery of this dark history for us.

"...... with adults" Wang Rulong looked at the adults who were in a trance, and didn't know what to do, and hurriedly called softly.

"Oh, Brother Wang, don't worry! After the death of Empress Ulanara, the emperor never had a queen again. This will never happen this time. ”

"That's good! If you want to talk about women, I really have one in my hand, and I am sure to satisfy the emperor! ”

"Oh?! How about it better than the one you gave me?! ”

"Your Excellency will know just by looking at it. In fact, this is what I specially trained for adults.,Now this woman has become a woman.,I still hope that adults will see it.。 Wang Rulong said with a lewd smile, 'pop', 'pop', two palms in a row, and the woman with a white veil on one side moved lightly and walked in slowly.

And the eyes of adult were straight.

When it comes to women, 33-year-olds and adults don't know how many have been overthrown, but this one is an exception.

This woman is dressed in a light veil, her skin is like snow, her figure is enchanting, and her temperament is dusty, especially a little pink in the white gauze, plus two points of light blue, which is extremely sexy, but does not lose the dust.

I struggled with adults inwardly: I didn't think it was a pity, and I felt that it would destroy that beauty. In short, the adults who have rarely been entangled in their lives have felt for the first time in this woman what it means to 'This woman should only be in heaven, and it is rare to hear it in the world.' ’

"And my lord, how's that?!" Wang Rulong saw that he and the adults looked like they were not giving up, and smiled: This effort was not in vain.

"What's this woman's name?!" After a long time, he and the adults came to their senses, and the old man blushed and asked embarrassedly.

"Slave cardamom." The woman's heavenly voice came from below, and the adults were confused: Cardamom years, wonderful, really wonderful......

People are beautiful, and names are more beautiful.

"Let's show off your talents!" Wang Rulong said in a timely manner.

"Cheap slaves, please dance - neon clothes and feathers!" At the beginning of the bamboo music, the cardamom danced and sang softly:

I used to be the emperor and served the emperor, and I once accompanied the banquet in Zhaoyang.

There are thousands of songs and dances, and I love the neon dress dance the most.

During the dance, the cold food spring breeze day, the jade hook bar under the incense case.

The dancer in front of the case, Yan Ruyu, does not wear vulgar clothes.

The rainbow dress and the grace shook the crown, and the sky was full of flowers.

Wan Ting doesn't seem to let Luo Qi go, and Gu Tingle is suspended.

The chime and the flute are mixed with each other, and the sound of hitting and blowing is loud.

The six pieces of the scattered prelude are not moved, and the balcony is lazy and does not fly.

At the beginning of the middle order, the autumn bamboo pole cracked the spring ice.

Drifting back to the snow light, Yanran sent the dragon frightened.

The willow is weak after the small hanging hand, and the clouds are about to be born when the slanted skirt is swaying.

The moth is slightly overwhelmed, and the wind sleeves are low and affectionate.

Shangyuan dotted the calyx green, and the queen mother waved goodbye Feiqiong.

The complex sound is in a hurry twelve times, and the jumping beads shake the jade!

Xiangluan danced but retracted his wings, and the crane song was long at the end.

At that time, it was shocking at first glance, and it was not enough to stare at the truth.

After falling into the world for ** years, my ears are cold and I have never heard this song.

Huangcheng listens to the mandrill, and Baxia only hears the cuckoo crying.

In the second year of moving Qiantang, I was in the mood to ask Sizhu.

Linglong Gong Hou Xie Hao Zheng, Chen Pet Li Shen Pingsheng.

The crisp strings are slender and slender, and the neon clothes are taught to be a song.

In front of the lake, the front and back of the white pavilion should only be pressed three times.

Then he threw away his concubines, and now the stars are scattered.

In May this year, he went to Suzhou and urged his head to be white.

Greedy to watch the case, often invade the night, and do not listen to sheng songs until autumn.

Autumn has nothing to do and is boring, and suddenly there is nowhere to ask.

Wen Jun has a lot of musicians in the department, and asks if there are any neon dancers?

Answer: 100,000 households in seven counties, no one knows that there is a neon dance.

Only send a long song with me, titled as a neon dress and feather cloth.

The four pieces of flower paper are blue and red, and the neon clothes are recorded in them.

The thousands of postures are clearly seen, just the same as the Zhaoyang dancers.

It seems to be in front of me, and the past and present are the same.

Suspicion is called from the soul dream, as if written in a danqing picture.

I love Ni Xiang Jun Hezhi, sent in the form of songs and poems.

You don't see my song cloud "Breaking the Neon Clothes and Feather Song",

I don't see my poem "When the song loves the neon dress and is not filmed".

There is always a master for everything, and Yang's creation of sound is a score.

Jun said that this dance is rare, and it must be a poor girl in the city.

Wu Demon Xiaoyu flew into smoke, and Yue Yan Xi Shi turned into soil.

Jiaohua smiled for a long time, and the baby hall was empty.

As you say, you are sincere, and you try to listen to me calmly.

If you want the national color to be passed on, but I am afraid that this dance will be abolished in the world.

The advantages and disadvantages of Yanyuan are far apart, and most of them are only lifted by people.

Li Juan and Zhang Zhijun are not suspicious, and they also plan to follow and teach.

After a dance, he couldn't be calm anymore, and immediately stepped down from his seat, grabbed Cardamom's slender waist with one hand, and held her slender right hand with the other, and sang affectionately:

The wind is sticky here

Sticking to the thoughts of passers-by

The rain is here to wrap up in a thread

haunts us and lingers in the world

You are by your side

Fate is written on the Sansheng Stone

Love is one ten-thousandth sweeter

I'd rather be buried on this day

Circle circle circle circle

Every day, every day, every day, every day

Look deeply at your face

Angry, gentle, complaining, gentle

We don't know how to love and hate

They all think that love is like the fickleness of the storm

Believe that love lasts forever

Time froze in this instant

We don't know how to be gentle

I thought that martyrdom was just an old rumor

How painful and painful it can be

When the dream is buried in the smoke and rain of the south of the Yangtze River

I don't understand until my heart is broken

"Adult....... cardamom eyebrows in the autumn water, looking at the adult affectionately.

At that moment, she was completely conquered by him.

He smiled faintly, took Cardamom's slender hand, and came to the front of Xuantai, holding the wine in his hand, embracing the beauty, looking at the bright moon, and his heart was happy: "With you in this life, my life is enough!" ”

"The cheap slave is willing to follow the adult for the rest of his life and never be separated!" Cardamom snuggled into the arms of the adults and replied with a smile.

He smiled with the adults and fed her a little bit of the wine in his mouth, and the two of them stirred each other's lips and tongues, overflowing with passion. With that, he leaned into her ear and asked softly, "Do you know how to give a?!" ”

"Adults with wide clothes ......."

That night, with the adults in the majestic wind, on the platform, * water dripping.

He didn't sacrifice cardamom to a Qianlong lord, he was ignorant in private. Cardamom is very kind and adult-like, and the two often drink and talk happily, watching the wind, snow, and the moon. Of course, a drunk wild zhan is indispensable.

There are many women with adults, but they can be called confidantes, and Cardamom is the only one.

Cardamom can sing and dance, has a beautiful appearance and a superb figure. The most rare thing is that she is knowledgeable, her heart is like water, and she often talks about the sky, the earth, and life with adults. No matter what you do with adults, you can get care and understanding from her.

She is one of the few women in his life who can go into the depths of his heart.

On the eighteenth day of the first month of the fourth year of Jiaqing, he hanged himself to death. Cardamom is heartbroken, endowed with seven laws and two songs, the poem has "Bai Lian a gentleman is self-sufficient, sad ten thousand concubines are like this", "since ancient times peach blossom mercy book", "sad a faction of reed ditch water, straight to the east and not returned" and other sentences. After the poem was completed, Cardamom jumped down, "a wisp of green silk fell into the jade building", and followed the adult.

As sung in "Jiangnan":

We don't know how to be gentle

I thought that martyrdom was just an old rumor

How painful and painful it can be

When the dream is buried in the smoke and rain of the south of the Yangtze River

I don't understand until my heart is broken

PS: For the appearance of cardamom, refer to the cover of this book.