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

Fu Yaxuan suddenly squeezed Lu Qiuhong's hand tightly, and asked earnestly, "Qiuhong, do you think I'm ruthless? Even my own brother will not be spared.【26nbsp;】"

Lu Qiuhong shook her head in a daze, and said slowly: "Madam, I understand your situation, don't think so."

She gasped, and turned her eyes to the distant sky, "Even you understand, but he just can't understand me."

"Maybe... it's just a misunderstanding. I think you should have a good talk with the master and make it clear." Lu Qiuhong didn't want the relationship between the princess and the prince to be like that of her and Han Gao, who were strangers.

"Will it work? Do you think he will listen to me?" Fu Yaxuan was disheartened. She didn't understand why she worked so hard to solve the case.It was not for the honor of the Cui family, the country of the Cui family, but now, he blamed her instead.

"No matter how good a relationship is, how trusting and emotional it is, communication and mutual understanding are needed. If there is no understanding, it is impossible to talk about a lifetime." Lu Qiuhong was deeply moved.

Fu Yaxuan was very surprised that Lu Qiuhong would say such a thing, but it made sense. I have seen too many lovers break up because of misunderstandings. If they could understand each other and accommodate each other, there would not be so many people I regret it.

"My lord is in the room." Lu Qiuhong said again.

"Well." She didn't hesitate anymore, because she didn't want to regret it in the future.

……

A bottle of roses stuck in the center of the round table quietly wilted. It was originally bright and beautiful, but now it is gloomy and drooping. Its life has come to an end.

He watched quietly, watched its head slowly lowered, watched it struggle, and it resigned itself to fate.

"Hua'er, Hua'er, I am so kind to you, I drink tea for you every day, why do you ignore me?"

But his memory still circled back to the original point, returning to the most cherished beauty in his memory.

"Hua'er, why don't you speak? Did you hear me?"

He asked it, but it didn't answer. He shook his head, slowly took the flower out of the bottle, held it in his hand, and asked again: "Hua'er, oh, is love more important than meaning?"

Hua'er didn't answer.

"You don't know? You don't know, so who else knows?" He smiled lightly.

"Love, righteousness, love, righteousness..."

He picked off the petals one by one and divided them into left and right piles. The left side is "love" and the right side is "righteousness". Sometimes the troubles that people cannot solve can only be left to heaven to solve.

Fu Yaxuan stood at the door, quietly watching Cui Moyao talking to himself to a large pile of petals, feeling angry and funny in his heart, sometimes people can be cute even when they are stupid.

"Have you finished counting? I still have some here. If not enough, there are many more in the yard."

A bouquet of delicate roses blocked Cui Moyao's sight. He was stunned for a moment, then raised his head to look at her. She had red eye circles, deep bags under her eyes, and a few messy strands of hair hanging down her cheeks. She was listless, and his heart had no reason. It hurts a bit.

In the end it was Fu Yaxuan who spoke first and broke the silence, "These flowers are for you."

How could Cui Moyao not know her intention?

This kind of indifference, sarcasm, and sarcasm made him explode immediately. He stood up suddenly, and threw a bouquet of flowers to the ground violently, his chest heaving with anger.

He was angry, very angry, Fu Yaxuan felt it deeply, her heart was cold, she was afraid, she was sad.

She knelt down and silently picked up the poor flower.

She reviewed herself, what did she do wrong, why did she become like this?

What should she do?

"I'm sorry." She felt that she should say this.

"Why do you say I'm sorry?" He looked at her calmly, with an elegant demeanor, like a fairy in the sky.

"I..." Fu Yaxuan was taken aback, unable to answer.

She didn't want to have such a stiff relationship with him, but she really didn't know why she had to apologize.

Women, in front of love, are always humble.

The atmosphere fell into a stalemate again, and the two were speechless.

"lady……"

Han Gao yelled and rushed in, seeing the two of them stalemate, he was stunned for a moment and said, "Am I bothering you, you...continue."

"Wait a minute. Manager Han, what's the matter?" Fu Yaxuan threw the flowers on the table and walked towards Han Gao.

"Second Young Master Fu is clamoring to see you in prison." Han Gao reported truthfully.

"I'll go see him." Fu Yaxuan said flatly.

"Madam, I will accompany you."

"No need."

……

In the cell, Fu Yaxuan finally saw Fu Dingyun. He never thought that the two brothers and sisters would meet in this way.

The expressions of both of them are indifferent, and there is no joy, anger, sorrow or joy.

"Second brother, are you okay?" Thousands of words of concern were turned into a simple greeting.

"The imperial envoy has a heart." He didn't appreciate it.

"Second brother, are you blaming me?" She frowned slightly.

"How dare I." He smiled lightly, and said again: "I also want to thank you, ordinary prisoners, how can they be treated like this."

This kind of sarcasm made her more uncomfortable than scolding her.

Quiet, empty, indifferent, endlessly depressing.

"Second brother, as long as you don't look for Asus in the future, I'll let you go, okay?"

This kind of earnest tone, heard in the silence, the pleading was weakened, and there was a sense of order.

"As long as I am alive, I will never forget her." He didn't want to declare, but just spoke from the bottom of his heart.

"Why bother. There are no fragrant grass anywhere in the world."

There was a wry smile on his face, and he said: "Really? If you want to leave the prince, can you be so free and easy?"

Fu Yaxuan frowned, turned into anger from embarrassment, and shouted: "This is two different things!"

Everyone blames her, do they all think she is cold-blooded?In fact, her heart is the same as theirs, and they all hope that the second brother can be happy, but is it possible?The second brother and Princess Huashuo have very different identities, and Huashuo is married, will the emperor let them go?Will King Chess let them go?

Even if they are allowed to escape, who can guarantee that they will be happy in the future. When the passion is over, the love will turn into family affection. Faced with daily necessities, can the dignified princess of Chesi Kingdom accept an ordinary life?

Fu Dingyun looked away, and after a while he said slowly: "I don't want to discuss this matter with you, I just beg you, let me see ASUS again."

So what if we meet, it's even more difficult to let go, and we still have to break up in the end.

Fu Yaxuan's heart was pierced like a knife, and tears kept pouring out of his eyes.

"I beg you, for the sake of our brother and sister, let me see her again, okay?"

No matter how cruel she was, she couldn't refuse.

"I'll let you meet for the last time, and from now on, you will have nothing to do with her."

Nothing to do with it!Even a boy couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Second brother, don't blame me. I heard that Princess Huashuo's eldest brother, Prince Mingchang, is already on his way. After tonight, you should leave here and go back to Gongzhou. I will make arrangements for you."

Does he have the right to refuse?

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