"The concubine of the king of the Queens, the plot and emotions of the palace have sprung.

The candle shines on the gold bricks of the palace, and the Emperor sits on the couch with a new coat of dragons, and she bows her head down and does not want to wipe her hands and back, and the Emperor lifts his eyes and looks on her shivers, and the air suddenly becomes thick, and she retreats, and he pulls back his hips, and he closes his hand wide, and he breathes almost together, and the night is dark outside the window, and the feet are so close, the ears are so hot, but she's not pushed open, but the lips can't hold out, and the candles are beating, and the shadows overlap, like the shadows that will fall at any time.