The strange woman who plays power: the fourth lady who plays power

"Miss, what should I do?" Yun'er asked uneasily. 【26nbsp;】

Fu Yaxuan didn't seem to hear it, didn't raise his head, and was still intoxicated by the music.

He Wensong's lower abdomen was slightly protruding, and her clothes were a little looser. She held her chin high, looked dignified and majestic, and walked in supported by Yang Yang, followed by six court ladies, six eunuchs, and six guards. extraordinary.

The song stopped suddenly, and Fu Yaxuan stood up: "See He Zhaoyi."

"My concubine is very leisurely and carefree, and I haven't been out of the palace for a long time. The day has changed really fast. Thinking about it, it seems that I have only seen you for a few days, but I don't think the lake is already full of lotus flowers." He Wensong walked away happily Near Fu Yaxuan, she is about to become a mother, but she is different, her whole body exudes the charm of a mature woman, her frown and smile show the sweetness of a young woman, round as jade, bright and enchanting.

"With the new rain and dew, the flowers are more beautiful. He Zhaoyi is now a celebrity in front of the emperor. It is really rare to remember me as a little princess." Fu Yaxuan smiled and said it politely.

He Wensong lowered his head and looked towards the lake, only to see a slender and graceful figure reflected on the lake, with a slender waist and jade-white skin that can be broken by blowing bullets. As soon as they see her beautiful appearance, they will bow down under her pomegranate skirt.

It was this woman who ruined everything about her.

One day, she will use a knife to cut through that pure white face with a knife so that it will no longer confuse men.

But now, the time has not yet come.Therefore, she still smiled nonchalantly: "Thank you for your praise, my concubine. I have a present for my concubine today. Yangyang, bring the present."

"Thank you, He Zhaoyi." Fu Yaxuan was about to pick it up, but Yun'er was worried that there was a fraud in it, so she stepped forward to accept the gift.

But Yangyang's hand stopped, and He Wensong lost the smile on his face, and there was a little more coldness: "Isn't the thing bestowed by the palace worthy of the princess?"

This...isn't it right? Is this thing weird?

Fu Yaxuan glared at Yun'er, motioned for her to back down, still smiling calmly, and received the gift with both hands: "Miss Xie Zhaoyi."

A smile flashed in He Wensong's eyes, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "Why don't you open it and take a look?"

"Yes."

Yun'er was anxious, but she couldn't help at all. She really didn't know what to do. This He Wensong was obviously uneasy and kind.

Under the expectant eyes of everyone, Fu Yaxuan slowly opened the wooden box, inside was a small red wooden coffin.

Although Fu Yaxuan was mentally prepared, he was still taken aback. He Wensong's hatred was so obvious that he wanted to punish her to death.

She gasped, her face turned pale instantly, and her heart was filled with awe.

"Concubine Yi doesn't seem to like this gift from my palace?" He Wensong slowly approached Fu Yaxuan.

"I... just feel that I won't be rewarded for my merits, so I ask Empress Zhaoyi to accept it..."

Just as he was talking, He Wensong suddenly stepped forward, leaned over, and slammed Fu Yaxuan into the lake, but he didn't expect that Fu Yaxuan would suddenly reach out and grab her sleeve, and the two of them were about to fall into the lake. lake...

"He Zhaoyi, princess, I have offended you." Han Gao suddenly flew over, holding one in each hand, and landed on the bluestone road.

He Wensong was shocked, and Yang Yang rushed over to support her: "Ma'am, are you okay?"

Fu Yaxuan still had a calm expression: "He Zhaoyi, you have to keep that piece of flesh and blood in your stomach well, or..." She deliberately didn't continue.

He Wensong bit his lower lip, very reconciled, he didn't hurt anyone, and almost put himself in it, it's really a steal.

"How about otherwise?"

"Otherwise... Your Majesty will probably be beaten back to her original shape." Fu Yaxuan smiled innocently and harmlessly.

"You are so proud, why are you being so arrogant with Bengong? Who are you trying to seduce with your flirtatious tricks. Come here and smash her piano to Bengong." He Wensong shouted angrily.

"How dare you!" Fu Yaxuan was not someone to be bullied casually.

"Why don't you dare! I'm afraid you don't know yet. Prince Yi is no longer a general. The emperor has cut his military power. Now... he is just a puddle of mud." He Wensong sneered a few times, and suddenly froze Looking at Fu Yaxuan: "Do you know the reason for all this? It's all because of you, you are a broom star, you ruined him."

"Me!" For an instant, Fu Yaxuan froze, she stood still in place.Who will tell her that this is not true?She looked at Han Gao. He didn't say a word, but there was resentment in his eyes. Was he blaming her?

"Smash this Qin to Bengong."

Several guards came up, raised their swords, and slashed at the guqin on the table. After a "boom", the guqin was dismembered.

Fu Yaxuan gritted his teeth, held down Yun'er who wanted to jump out to stand up for her, endured the calm for a while, and took a step back.

"Next time, it won't be as simple as a piano." He Wensong snorted coldly, and led the servants out of the West Garden like a whirlwind.

Fu Yaxuan's meticulous face was as pale as paper. Fortunately, Yun'er supported her in time so that she would not fall weakly. Seeing the servants tidying up the mess, her beautiful eyes filled with tears.

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