The founding emperor of Shengguo was a vassal, and he took the title of Qingjun.
As a vassal and a rich fief, the founding emperor began to build a large scale as soon as he ascended the throne, and moved the capital after three generations. After nearly a year of construction, Xindu Imperial City was decorated with glazed tiles and hexagonal glazed palace lanterns hung under the cornices.
Whenever there is red and blue communication in the sky, glazed tiles shine with dazzling colors, reflecting the embers of the sunset and stretching the shadows of trees.
People who don't like it, are shocked by the rotation of day and night, and the ghosts are in the sky. When they get used to it, they become accustomed to it, and they can look at the hope brought by the afterglow without looking at the shadows.
The days of Red Wall and Green Walls are all rules, Fiona Fang. Day after day, it remains the same. Even if a new guest comes, it can't shake its moving track.
Palace maids with lanterns appeared on time, dressed in special orange clothes, and lit lamps according to the needs of various palaces. The lights on the imperial city were lively and silent.
The emperor was seriously ill, and finally the Prince, the Taiji Hall and the Fengyi Palace were silent, as if the ice and snow were in the sun, and the fluorescence of ice crystals would disappear.
The East Palace is lively, such as a newborn baby, whose cry is crisp, attracting all the attention. The two sides are in sharp contrast. When the red sedan chair lifts from the Ziqi Hall, the palace lantern shines brightly.
The ladies-in-waiting who lit the lamp filed by, and their young and delicate faces all had expectations. Yunxi glanced at them in a hurry, but she also knew where those expectations came from. Few women who entered the palace had no ambition, and it was not a fault to think about reaching the sky in one step.
Once upon a time, when I was in Chen Wangfu, there were no fewer people who hoped to get grace.
YunXi convergence state of mind, so many people to seduce over the years, but sealed deep always loyal to her, even if there is no children between two people, he never mentioned to concubinage shi, she should trust him, perhaps really tired, two people will make to this situation, is also an act of god.
The sedan chair was firmly lifted and carried her step by step to the abyss.
Among these deep palaces, there is a palace that is no less important than the Taiji Hall, ranking first among the five outer palaces where the prince lives.
The first palace touched in Asahi is the most exquisite palace in the imperial city.
This was a large-scale construction and expansion during the reign of Emperor Sheng Guoyue. It is reasonable to say that the emperor's palace should not intervene in the political affairs after the meditation.
But this month emperor is not a good friend. He should have built the imperial palace of the Emperor's Father, and from time to time, he has to take the examination of the princes himself.
This palace was called Chaoyang Palace, and it was turned into a chitose temple until it entered the house at the age of nine.
The main hall of Chitose Temple is supported by sixty-four lacquer columns carved with dragons, and the inner and outer walls are painted by people of all generations with auspicious dragon and phoenix murals.
The most special thing is that all the interior and exterior walls are covered with gold foil, and the ground inside the main hall is made of gold bricks, which can be described as a real golden house.
Chitose Temple is the first light in all palaces, and the excitement at the beginning of the Hua Deng can be seen here, but the whole palace is surprisingly quiet. The master of Chitose Temple likes to be quiet, and the servants in the whole palace seem to be able to convey messages through eyebrows, and occasionally they talk down their voices.
"Xi Xi, Xi Xi ....." The hoarse sound seemed to suddenly emerge in the mysterious silence, and it came out one after another, breaking the original tranquility.
In the study room of Chitose Temple, a man dressed in red clothes is holding a thin stick to tease the parrot in the golden cage. The brightly colored parrot keeps repeating the word Xi Xi, and it is conceivable how his master whispers the name repeatedly at ordinary times.
"Yes, she is coming." The man in red is the "man" that YunXi doesn't want to mention, the real master of Xuejian, Yuejian and others, the actual helm of Shengguo, and the "nine-year-old" in the mouth of all officials and people.