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

"I heard that many concubines were buried with the late emperor. Is this true?"

This is really a painful question for Cui Moyao. He frowned, took a cup of tea to drink, and felt that the tea was too bitter to swallow. Now, you must live well for me and live out my share, and I absolutely don't want you to be buried with me."

"Nonsense, hurry up and spit it out." Fu Yaxuan didn't like to hear such unlucky words, and didn't even dare to think about how she would live without him.

He grabbed her hand and said affectionately: "I'm serious. People are mortal. I'm not afraid of death. I'm just afraid that I won't be able to take care of you anymore."

"Fool, you must live a good life and live longer than me." Fu Yaxuan gently stroked his smooth forehead, and kissed him affectionately.

"En!" He nodded fiercely, giving her a solemn promise.

Fu Yaxuan leaned against his chest, fiddled with his long hair with his fingers, and said slowly: "Why wasn't Concubine Fei included in the funeral?"

Cui Moyao said calmly: "Father had been ill in bed before he left. He knew that his time was running out, so he made a will, and even explained matters such as burial with him very clearly. If Concubine Fei is not buried with him, it will be father's death." The meaning of the emperor."

"Is this Concubine Fei related to the Marquis Jingguo?"

Hearing this, Cui Moyao gave her an unpredictable look, as if his words shocked him too much.

"Don't look at me like this, is there something on my face?" Fu Yaxuan touched his face unnaturally.

"Xuan'er, what did you find?" He stared straight at her.

"I'll ask you first, you have to answer my question first."

"Okay, let me tell you, Concubine Fei has nothing to do with Marquis Jingguo at all. One of them is the concubine of the inner palace and the other is a foreign minister. It is impossible for them to be related."

Fu Yaxuan closed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and murmured: "Yes, a concubine and a foreign minister are impossibly related, but why does Huaying Palace have that special scarlet silk thread?"

"It's just silk thread, maybe the maid bought it outside."

"I said earlier that this is a special kind of silk thread. This kind of silk thread is not available locally. It is only produced in some remote areas in the northwest. It is a kind of embroidered shoes used by ethnic minorities. It is said that this kind of silk thread is very precious, and only girls are married. only when used.”

"What do you want to express?" Cui Moyao's voice was slightly deep.

"No, I'm done asking. I have to go to the palace." Fu Yaxuan stood up and left immediately.

"What are you doing in the palace?"

"Go play."

"I go with you."

"No, I've asked Lijun to accompany me. It's not suitable for a man to accompany me."

Cui Moyao looked up to the sky and sighed, what kind of world is this, does it discriminate against men?

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It was the first time for Liu Lijun to change into a palace attire, with a smoked begonia tulle skirt, a satin and a butterfly cloak, and a pale pink brocade lining lining the chest.

Fu Yaxuan was dressed in an autumn-colored palace dress, holding a bixia flying color tulle in her hand, and a long skirt winding behind her, elegant and luxurious, with three golden step rocks inserted on the left and right sides of her hair, following her gracefully walking, every step of the life lotus.

Originally, Liu Lijun should be a princess loved by thousands of people, but she lived among the people and suffered all kinds of grievances. The hard work cannot be explained in words.

But she has always been lively and cheerful, maintaining a pure childlike innocence in the colorful world of the big dye vat, and living actively with a beautiful belief.

She has finally returned to the palace after being away for many years, but she can't come back dignifiedly as a princess, she can only hide her light and follow behind Fu Yaxuan.

In front of the cold palace, a tree hibiscus bloomed brilliantly. When the pure white flowers were stained with sunlight, they were dyed pink, like a brilliant red, which formed a strong contrast with the dilapidated cold palace.

The wind blows, the flowers and branches sway delicately, more charming, some petals fall with the wind, one piece, is falling on Fu Yaxuan's skirt, such a bright red, she can't bear to flick it off, gently pick it up, reflected slightly There seemed to be a little color on the pale face.

It suddenly occurred to me that the flowers bloomed and finally fell, which added a touch of sadness to my heart.

"It's Mu Furong, why didn't we see it last time?" Lu Qiuhong shouted excitedly.

"Because it didn't bloom last time." Fu Yaxuan turned to miss her, and sneered.

In the past, Liu Lijun was also named Furong, so I couldn't help but take a second look at the enchanting flowers, as if admiring myself alone.

Lu Qiuhong's eyes turned back to the door of the cold palace, and she felt a hairy feeling in her heart. She pulled Fu Yaxuan's sleeve and asked, "Princess, do we really want to go in?"

"You can choose to stay here." Saying that, Fu Yaxuan took Liu Lijun's hand and stepped into the cold palace.

A gust of wind blew by, Lu Qiuhong shrank her shoulders, and quickly chased after her: "Don't leave me behind."

Fu Yaxuan searched for the path of memory and came to the well, but he couldn't see Yi Ren, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Lu Qiuhong kicked the weeds next to her, and said coldly, "It's time to play hide and seek again."

Fu Yaxuan gave her a hard look: "Don't talk so much nonsense, look separately, Li Jun, you and I are in the same group."

Lu Qiuhong looked around where there was no one around, her palms were sweating, she hurriedly caught up with them, took Fu Yaxuan's hand and said, "I want to be with you too."

Since entering the palace, Liu Lijun didn't say a word, and seemed to be preoccupied. Fu Yaxuan knew very well that it was this palace that brought back too many memories for her.

Fu Yaxuan held Liu Lijun's hand tightly and gave her a reassurance with body language.

This time, they searched the entire cold palace again, but they couldn't find anyone, and the three of them couldn't help feeling frustrated.

Fu Yaxuan stood by the well, staring at the green grass in a daze.

A shadow came into her eyes, the grass suddenly moved, not the wind blowing the grass, but the shadows on the grass, Fu Yaxuan suddenly looked up, and saw a person sitting on the eaves, shaking his legs, precarious.

And that person didn't realize his danger at all, looking at the world outside the cold palace, his big eyes were full of mist.

Liu Lijun saw it too, that strange yet familiar face reminded her of a gentle sentence: "Lijun, be good!" Thinking about it now, how kind this sentence is.

Concubine Dai is both her cousin and her aunt. She is very close to her family and loves her very much.

Although she was mentally prepared, she couldn't help feeling sad when she saw Concubine Dai's emaciated appearance. Her precarious appearance made Liu Lijun scared and anxious.

"Auntie!" Liu Lijun yelled to get her attention.

Hearing the sound, Concubine Dai looked down, and when she saw Liu Lijun, her eyes narrowed for a moment, something seemed to flash in her mind, when she suddenly heard a "crack" sound of a tree breaking, Concubine Dai's body fell sharply.

Before he could think about it, Fu Yaxuan flew forward to pick her up, but with a "hiss", Concubine Dai's clothes were torn, and she was also brought down by the falling force.

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