In the twenty-ninth year of Xuande, the fifth day of the third month.

The endless sky, the blue sky is like washing, and it is rare to have a few wisps of white clouds gently drifting by. Above the towering palace wall, two or three birds fluttered their wings and swept by, without a trace.

Fengluan Palace, this magnificent palace stands quietly. The glazed tiles on the roof of the temple shine in the sunlight and reflect a dazzling light. The beast-riding fairy on the roof took the lead, followed by the dragon, the phoenix, the lion, the heavenly horse, the seahorse, the fox, the fish, the pig, the bullfight, the Xingshi and other ten beasts, this kind of momentum, the world's unique.

The palace surrounded by a red wall several feet high is full of spring, thousands of purples and thousands of red buckets of fragrant flowers, pink and white and green, and the state is extremely beautiful. The palace is luxurious, with the golden silk nanmu as the building, sandalwood, yellow rosewood as the pillar, the intricate carvings show on it, or the flowers, birds, fish and beasts, or the character scenery, finely carved, lifelike. Fat jade is the household, coral inlay windows, and indoor utensils are embellished with gemstones. The pearl glass curtain hangs down in strings, reflecting the colorful brilliance, adding a sense of mist to the huge palace.

In the hall, there is silence, only the sound of water dripping from the copper kettle, which is quiet and far-reaching. The curling green smoke slowly rises from the blue cloisonné gold enamel painted begonia incense burner, and the faint sandalwood fragrance spreads.

The pink-clothed palace ladies stood aside one by one with their heads lowered and their eyes down, like statues. Such a large hall is so quiet that you can even hear the sound of a needle falling on the ground.

By the carved wooden lattice window of the three crosses and six rhombic flowers, there is a woman lying on the couch of the red phoenix and rosewood. Dressed in a white gauze palace costume swaying to the ground, plain clothes fluttering, no beautiful colors and no delicate embroidery, only a few ink plums on the skirt are indifferently open. She doesn't have a ring on her body, but she has a unique realm of cleansing lead. The ink-like three thousand green silks are held at random with a magnolia hosta, hanging down lazily, revealing infinite laziness. Light lips, delicate nose, the woman's eyes are closed, and her long eyelashes cast a shadow on her face. The sunlight outside the window spilled in in small pieces, reflecting on her face, making her already creamy skin appear more transparent.

A palace maid dressed in green clothes walked out of the dormitory slowly, holding a thin carpet of blue woven clouds. Her steps were gentle, as if she was afraid of shattering the tranquility. She walked over to the woman and carefully covered it.

"Zi Mo, what time is it?" The gentle and thin words overflowed from the woman's mouth, and the voice was like a large bead and a small bead falling on a jade plate, and it was like a glass jade sinking in clear water, with a little cold, but it couldn't be said to be good.

The palace maid in Tsing Yi glanced at the skylight outside the window, looked back and replied, "It's not time." Why don't you take a nap? "No, even when I'm asleep, I can't sleep well." The woman sighed lightly as she spoke, and raised her eyes nonchalantly.

If it is said that this is a pair of eyes with autumn waves and tender eyes, it is a little cold when you look closely. If it is said to be cold and thin, but there is some dreaming in the depths, the smoke is vast, and for a while it makes people a little unclear, unpredictable, only to feel deeply attracted, as if there is a whirlpool in a clear spring in her eyes, so that those who look at her are willing to be swept away, unable to extricate themselves.

The palace maid in Tsing Yi waited for the woman to get up, and at the same time took the Tianshui blue silver silk sprinkler cloak in the hands of the little palace maid standing next to her and put it on for the woman, "Although it has entered spring, this warm and cold weather is the most difficult to rest, and the mother should pay attention to her body." ”

"It's another year of valley rain." The woman stood in front of the window and said to herself, as if she had never heard the words of the palace maid in Tsing Yi. She seemed to be looking at the delicate flowers in front of her, but when she looked closely, she didn't focus on it, and there was an indescribable emotion brewing, like looking at a very, very distant place, with no end.

It's another year at this time. The palace maid in Tsing Yi never knew what the woman was thinking. At this time, the woman would become extremely depressed, even though it had been a long time, but she had never really let go of it for a moment.

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan. The palace maid in Tsing Yi had a lot of thoughts in her heart, and she wanted to say too much, but she didn't say a word, and finally only turned into a burst of silence and sighs.

Standing silently, a master and a servant, two figures who have stood for a long time and looked into the distance, reflected in the light and shadow of the west, indescribable desolation and loneliness.