第一世女子素白的衣袂,飘舞如仙。皇的心,每一刻都跟着跳动着。微纱轻揭,皇看见略施粉黛的双颊,微遮的檀口,轻吟浅唱着。别于发梢的玉簪垂着流苏,闪烁的光彩熠熠夺目。忽一个转身回眸,一双望穿秋水的眼神把皇所有的心思都收服得妥妥帖帖。那是无限的柔情与惆怅,囊括了世间所有情长。皇心情澎湃,既是深深的怜惜,也是无尽的不舍。今天是他成为诺的首皇的第一天,却也是她为他的最后一舞。缘起缘灭,只因曾经的约定。 The first woman plain white Yi Mei, floating like a fairy. The heart of the king, beating every moment. Lightly exposed micro-yarn, the emperor saw a little pink cheeks cheeks, slightly covered Tan mouth, softly singing. Different from the hair tip of the tassel hanging, twinkling brilliant sparkling eye-catching. Suddenly turned back, a pair of eyes looking through the eyes of the Empress Dowager have all accepted the proper posts. It is infinite tenderness and melancholy, encompassing all the worldly affection. Emotional emotion, is a deep pity, but also endless sadness. Today is the first day he became the first Emperor of Connaught, but it is also her last dance for him. The edge from the edge, just because once agreed.