The author of this novel is an ancient romance novel written by Anonymous. The content mainly tells: With the heavy snow falling, Ye Xiyan stepped onto the palace wall step by step, mumbling: "Ye's children have come in vain, so they have to leave in vain. Dad, mother and daughter have come to do their filial duty."
Introduction to the novel "Your Majesty, Empress She Died";
A moment later, Shen Miao cast a glance at the Wenning Hall of the proceedings, and raised her hand to signal Hua Chun to help her get up. As soon as she stood up, a violent cough swept through her throat. After a heart-rending cough, there was more trace of latosolic red on her handkerchief, and Hua Chun, who stood by, suddenly changed color.
Shen Miao seems to have been used to it for a long time. She said, "Go and get the medicine. It's not as serious as Doctor Fu said." Painting spring looked at Shen Miao's face-deadpan medication. She bowed down and walked out of Changchun Temple with a turn of pace. In the main hall, Shen Miao began to embroider the purse again, one stitch at a time, and she embroidered it very seriously.
As if to embroider all her lovesickness in the rest of her life into this small purse. At the end of the stitch, Shen Miao rubbed her sour eyes and whispered, "Draw Spring." Footsteps came, a hand with distinct joints pushed open the door of the temple, and a man's shoes embroidered with gold thread crossed the threshold. Shen Miao stayed, as if she hadn't seen Xie Jinghang for more than half a month.