There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent.

One look at the city, and then look at the country.

Rather than know the city and the country, it is difficult to get a beautiful woman.

The struggles for power are all murky.

If it weren't for the rapid sound of horses' hooves in the early morning, the people of Chang'an would not know that Da Sima and Gao'an Hou Dong Xian had quietly committed suicide last night. Wang Mang was furious when he got the news that night, and he wanted to interrogate this enemy who had made their Wang family have to stay away from the court. The captain who reported the news knelt on the ground tremblingly, wiping the beads of sweat from his face from time to time, although it was already the height of summer, and the night was already extremely hot, he still broke out in a cold sweat. He was on duty that night, and when he rushed in when he heard the cry, he happened to hear the last two lines of Mrs. Dong's poem.

There is a beautiful person, clear and graceful. Encounters and encounters are suitable for me!

There is a beautiful person, as graceful as Qingyang. Encounter and meet, and the son of Zang......

Wang Mang was full of poetry and books, and he was very familiar with the two lines of poetry, and he heard the meaning of determination in it. Muttering these two lines of poetry, I couldn't help but feel moved in my heart and asked, "Are Dong Xian and his wife buried together?" ”

The lieutenant hurriedly replied: "Back to Da Sima, I saw with my own eyes that the housekeeper of the Dong Mansion buried the two of them in a coffin, and painted cinnabar on the outside of the coffin, on which many animals were painted, including dragons, tigers, and some sun, moon and stars. As for what kind of shroud he was wearing, the little one didn't see it with his own eyes, but he heard that it was decorated with jade clothes. ”

Wang Mang frowned, and then the old housekeeper beside him suddenly said: "Boss, this coffin of Gao Anhou seems to have exceeded the etiquette system. ”

Wang Mang raised his head, glanced at the old housekeeper meaningfully, and said to the captain: "Spread the decree of the Empress Dowager, Dong Xian should be punished for his crimes, although he has committed suicide and apologized, but his coffin exceeded the etiquette system, and the coffin was opened and the corpse was killed, abandoned in the wilderness, and let the wild dogs share the food." His father and brother were exempted from official exile, and the edict was issued immediately. Go ahead. ”

The dew is cold and miserable, and the cinnamon branches fall in the Gui Palace.

Fu Daijun looked at the holy decree on the table and smiled. Two lines of tears flowed down his slightly thin face, and he was so bitter in his life.

The shrill voice of the eunuch echoed in his ears: "Fu Zhaoyi and Fu Yan, the Marquis of Kongxiang, conspired with one heart, betrayed their roots, wantonly violated the royal law, and called the emperor the same honorific title, but sat on the left side of the emperor and ate together, disobedient and unreasonable." Now it is abolished as a concubine, and the emperor is mourning the mausoleum, and he is not allowed to take a step out of the Gui Palace without a will. ”

Fu Zhaoyi looked at the dark red Shougong sand on his arm, and suddenly felt so ironic. She is a queen and a mother of the world, but she has been snubbed by her husband for more than ten years. For many days and nights, she dressed up like a fairy in the moon, looking forward to it, but the beaded curtain for the emperor to enter and exit was never lifted once. Finally one day, the bead curtain rolled lightly, she was ecstatic in her heart, kneeling on the ground and waiting for a pair of dragon boots to come into view, but she didn't expect the news of the emperor's death.

Jianzhang Palace, Taiye Pool.

Forty-four-year-old Zhao Feiyan staggered down the cobblestone path, a path that once seemed so atmospheric, but today it is so rugged and difficult to navigate.

A month ago, Emperor Liu Xin of the Han Dynasty died, and the former Empress Dowager Zhao Feiyan lost her last backer, and was edicted by the Empress Dowager, first demoted to Empress Xiaocheng, and then demoted to a concubine, and was forced to guard Emperor Cheng's mausoleum.

used to travel on foot, but now he has become a commoner, and he can only step on this awkward cobblestone step by step under the guard of Jin Wuwei.

I came to the Taiye Pool again, and saw the old Hegong Boat again. On that day, his beloved Emperor Cheng disregarded the majesty of the emperor and walked into Zhao Feiyan's bedroom happily, shouting again and again: "Empress, Empress!" Quick, go see something good with me! ”

When I arrived at the Taiye Pool, I saw a huge painting boat, and there was a more than 40-foot-high Yingzhou Pavilion on board. Emperor Cheng excitedly said to her, "Look, this is the gift I gave you, Hegong Zhou!" ”

That night, Emperor Cheng wore a "seamless shirt with a flowing wave of Wenhub", and he wore a "Yunying Purple Skirt" paid tribute by the Nanyue Kingdom.

Emperor Cheng looked at her affectionately: "Empress, dance for me." ”

The bright moonlight is full of fairy sleeves, and the stars are sweaty. The song "Return to the Wind and Send Away", the sheng and the song are ringing, the Luan Yu is chaotic, and Zhao Feiyan is dancing, just like Chang'e in the Moon Palace, fluttering like a fairy. Suddenly, a strong wind blew, her purple skirt flew happily, her long black hair flew up, and her long sleeves fluttered in the wind, and she was about to fly away.

Emperor Cheng was beating the beat with a jade ring, and when he saw this scene, he hurriedly shouted: "Save the queen!" The squire Feng Wushuang threw away the musical instrument, stepped forward quickly, pressed her two feet with one hand, and grabbed her Yunying purple skirt with the other.

Since then, Emperor Cheng has fallen in love with her even more, and even built a "Qibao Wind Shelter" for her to perform exclusively for Zhao Feiyan.

Soon, it was rumored in the palace that Queen Zhao Feiyan could dance in the palm of her hand, dancing like a fairy. And her skirt, which was wrinkled by Feng Wushuang, turned out to be a popular style in the palace, called: "Liuxian Skirt".

Looking back at the Han dance back then, I was afraid of flying away, wrinkling and leaving the fairy skirt to fold. Falling in love with green shirts, still dyed with dry fragrance, and sighing for sideburns and snow. The dew in the heart of the pan is like lead water, and the west wind blows and breaks it overnight. I like to watch quietly, practice the autumn light, and pour the moon in half of the lake.

Thinking of this, a wry smile appeared on Zhao Feiyan's cheeks. The man who loved her the most at the beginning had already passed away, and if he hadn't assisted Liu Xin to ascend the throne, he might have committed suicide by throwing himself into a well with his sister Zhao Hede six years ago. Although she later relied on Liu Xin to become the queen mother, she also lived with trepidation. The flowers on the twelfth floor bowed their heads, and the deep palace was already in autumn. She knew that she could no longer be nostalgic for this world.

Lightly enlightened, Zhao Feiyan asked: "General, can you allow me to dance another song to remember the old man?" ”

Jin Wuwei nodded lightly and withdrew from the Qibao Wind Shelter in a playful manner.

The autumn wind rises and the sky falls frost, and the gentleman is unforgettable, and I feel a lot of generosity!

The frost of the sky is soaring wildly, and the immortals want to go to the Feiyun Township, and the power is left in the jade palm.

On July 30 of the second year of Yuanshou (1 BC), Zhao Feiyan, the empress dowager of the Western Han Dynasty, committed suicide in the Taiye Pond at the age of 44, and was buried in Yanling after his death. A generation of beauties, since then the jade has died and the fragrance has disappeared.

On the same day, Liu Xin's empress Fu Daijun hanged herself in Yiling. As the sun sets, white curly ribbons flutter in the wind, dancing like spirit flags.

On the first day of September in the second year of Yuanshou, Wang Mang supported the nine-year-old Zhongshan King Liu Jin, who was the emperor, for Emperor Ping of the Han Dynasty, Jin to Gaozu Temple, and granted amnesty to the world.

By asking who in the Han Palace is like, poor Feiyan leans on new makeup.