Wedges:

In the seventh year of the dynasty.

The north wind rose, and when the beginning of October this year arrived, the little palace maids in the inner court of Dazhen were all wrapped in thin jackets.

The chrysanthemums in the garden can't bear the frost and cold, and they see that they are withering day by day, and the weather is so cold in October, how do they want to survive the cold winter wax moon?

Mama got up in the morning and told them to move all the chrysanthemums out of the palace, saying that His Majesty was unhappy to see it, so they all moved to the cold palace and accompanied the woman.

The woman died, just like these chrysanthemums that failed to survive the late autumn of October, after this flower bloomed, a hundred flowers were killed, and once the woman died, there would be countless warblers and Yanyan in the court of this deep palace, but there would never be such a woman with frost like a chrysanthemum, wearing a Xiangfei palace dress, standing in front of the chrysanthemums in this courtyard and saying with a light smile: The chrysanthemums in the palace are blooming really well, but the thing I regret the most is to enter this palace gate.

The little palace maids wrapped an extra layer of cotton jackets, picked up pots and pots of withered chrysanthemums, walked through the deep and long road, and went to the bleak and cold palace road.

After the North Lane, there were fewer and fewer people, and they were holding withered chrysanthemums in their arms, and panic was born in their hearts.

The cold palace in front of her is the place where the woman died.

The woman's name is Gu Jin, she is the concubine of General Gu's mansion, the daughter of the concubine has no chance to enter this palace, who let her be born in an eventful autumn, the old emperor is weak, and the prince has not been established, His Majesty and the two tigers of the Xian King competed, and found General Gu, who held the military power. Gu Jin was like this, like a bargaining chip, and sent to the winner's bed.

In the eighth year of the deep palace, she watched Lu Guitang, the king of Xian, be given to death by His Majesty at the border pass, watched her mother's family be destroyed by His Majesty's edict, watched her brother Gu Haomian enter the palace and stabbed ten thousand swords to death, and watched His Majesty's hands pinch her neck.

I don't know which little palace maid remembered this past, and the pot chrysanthemum she was holding in her hand fell to the ground with a "clang", and the little palace maid pursed her lips and said tremblingly: "Go, let's go, she died so miserably, there must be a soul here."

Since then, a series of ghost stories about Gu Jin have bloomed in this deep palace, like the first blooming autumn chrysanthemum.

Blazing, and desolate.

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