The Legend of Shu He in the Palace
Born in an imperial family and married into an imperial family, she was helpless. It was like the wailing of golden glass in the drizzle, lingering between the four red walls. After the late Emperor passed away, Prince Xi succeeded to the throne in front of the spirit. From then on, a new chapter began in the former dynasty and the harem. However, in the past, the six palaces had never stopped scheming against each other. Even if he was born noble, thousands of people respected him, and his power was comparable to that of the six palaces. After the prosperity, what she cherished the most was his words,'I'll promise you a peaceful life.' However, the doubts in her heart didn't gradually dissipate with his company. Her family was in decline. If she was a wise and foolish empress, what would she do? The infatuated and beautiful Consort Jing Yuan, how many more plans did she have? Was the clever and clever Yu Concubine Huizi, who had come from afar, a friend or a foe? The astronomical phenomena were heretical, miscarried for no reason, and there were red flowers at the banquet. Was it heaven's will, or was there someone else?
Shu He, Shu He, when will you see the clouds and the moon?
[Empty emperor, no history involved. Please cooperate with the history party.]
I am an improving author I will try to get better the more I write. Practice makes perfect, or so they say. … While in the merry month of May, now from me home I started Left, the girls of Tuam were nearly broken-hearted Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother Then off to reap the corn and leave where I was born Cut a stout, black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins A brand-new pair of brogues to rattle over the bogs And frighten all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin … A-one, two, three, four, five Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah … In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary Started by daylight next morning blithe and early Took a drop of pure to keep me heart from shrinking Thats the Paddy's cure when'er he's on for drinking To hear the lassies smile, laughing all the while At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a-bubblin' They asked me was I hired and wages I required to lay Was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin … One, two, three, four, five Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah … In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city So then I took a stroll, all among the quality Bundle it was stolen, in a neat locality Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin' 'Quiring after the rogue, said me Connaught brogue It wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin … One, two, three four, five Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah … From there I got away, me spirits never falling Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing Captain at me roared, said that no room had he When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy Down among the pigs, did some hearty rigs I played some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling When off Holyhead I wished meself was dead Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin … One, two, three four, five Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah … The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it Blood began to boil, temper I was losing Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing "Hurrah me soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly Galway boys were by and saw I was a hobblin' With a "lo!" and "hurray!" they joined in the affray Quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin … One, two, three four, five Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah