How many years have passed since Hamming walked with heavy steps towards the regret palace?
The deep palace gate was slowly pushed open by him, as if it had pushed open the door of his memory, and the past events rushed to his mind in series and showed clearly.
This is the only palace in the whole palace that no one dares to mention, because the people mentioned are dead.
A 14-year-old maid in waiting looked at the flowers in the garden and asked softly, "madam, what kind of flower is this? It's really fragrant!"
The middle-aged woman looked at the flowers on the maid's fingers with a light smile. Her eyes were full of infinite tenderness. She smiled, wiped the fine sweat on her forehead with a silk handkerchief, and said softly, "this? This is a quiet orchid."
The little maidservant smiled and approached the flower and said happily, "You Lan? The name of the flower is really nice."
The middle-aged woman walked to the orchid, slowly pedaled down, fell into the memory, and said thoughtfully, "well, this orchid was once the national flower of the ancient moon country. In the ancient moon country, whenever the orchid flowers were in full bloom, there would be a grand celebration party, especially lively..."
The little maid frowned and asked suspiciously, "madam, how do you know? Have you ever been to the ancient moon country?"
The middle-aged woman smiled genially and then replied, "I've been there, not just. I've lived there before!"
The little maid nodded and asked again, "no wonder my mother likes orchids. My mother, Gu Yue Gome? Are orchids planted everywhere?"
The middle-aged lady's face was slightly sad and said with a sour smile: "beautiful, very beautiful! But... That's all what happened..." the little maid asked again with a regretful expression: "why?"
Hanming looked at the orchid coldly and said in a deep voice, "because it was destroyed by solitude!"
After a burst of consternation, the little maid knelt down in fear and saluted: "I'll see the king!"
Hearing Han Ming's voice, the middle-aged woman slowly stood up and called out, "tomorrow..."
Han Ming shouted coldly, "shut up! How can you shout for the lonely taboo?"
The middle-aged woman with tears in her eyes asked sadly, "tomorrow, after so many years, are you still blaming the mother imperial concubine?"