I never confuse the emperor with charm, but with dignity.
When the piano sounds, the reverberation is around the beam. The corner of the eye is affectionate and the eyebrows are low. Hand in hand, moving like an iron horse. Red lips closed, but as cold as ice. A song "House of Flying Daggers" swept "Moonlit Night on a Spring River".
Outside the palace, the bright moon is in the sky. Storm, lightning and thunder. Lightning flashed across the sky like a silver snake dancing wildly.
Play a song. He plays Yu Di, and I get up and dance. Dressed in white, the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon. The skirt horn flying seems to be saying that the dress is fragile. Long sleeves fly, rotate and fluctuate like stormy waves. Long hair wafted and the fragrance filled the temple. Double-fingered sword dancing in the sun and moonlight, looking back like ice and mountains and rivers. Sleeves fly like golden snakes, the earth collapses, and the cold eyes staring at Jiangshan Wan Li are unstoppable. The cold wind is biting, so you can't sing a bitter song. Incense is sweat, and dancing is endless sorrow. You can't hide your loneliness when you are really beautiful. The peerless elegance locks the solitary palace wall. My heart is higher than the sky, and I really want to soar in the sky. Life is thinner than paper, but it is difficult to climb the stairs. Purple gas fills the air, and the figure is looming. Candlelight flickering, footsteps confused. The jade at the end of the song refers to the sky, and the gas penetrates Changhong. The red candle goes out. ……
The next day, a letter was issued to seal Princess Feng. Endowed with the morning breeze palace. The emperor personally wrote a couplet for the Morning Wind Palace:
The morning sun shines on the mountains and rivers, and the phoenix dances with the sun and the moon.