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The cool breeze rolled up the white curtain on the ground and flew up and down, like a dying white butterfly with broken wings. The bleating and desolate voice hovered in the enjoyment hall, like a ghost's cry when it was rainy and wet, and like a haggard and charming beauty sighing in the distance.
I knelt on the futon and looked at my mother's coffin alone. Tears spilled from my eyes and fell on the blue bricks, drop by drop, much like the leakage in the long night last summer.
That night, the mother princess was executed by her father.
That night, the lotus flowers were in full bloom in the Yaochi of Qingxin Garden in the backyard, and the faint fragrance filled the gorgeous Chenggan Palace. I hid behind the scarlet column, and the soft silver-red smoke curtain caressed me, like the gentleness of the malicious banshee in the story of Han Mammy. In the dead palace, my father's cruel roar was filled, and my mother princess was as shy as a lotus flower in June with a beautiful smile. I was so scared that I wanted to shout, but my hands covered my mouth tightly from behind and dragged me out. I tilted my head. It's Lianyun.
When I walked to Yaochi in the backyard, Lianyun whispered in my ear and said in a hurry, "You didn't see anything tonight. ...