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

Fu Yaxuan looked at the room blankly: "Your Majesty, I don't know if you have heard a saying: Two people are fate, three people are evil. [26nbsp;] Whether ordinary people, princes or nobles, which family is not a wife and concubine? Disagreement and trouble?"

Cui Yingyan was speechless for a moment, she was right to say so, but she had never heard of a man of high status, not a group of wives and concubines.

"Yaxuan, if I meet you first in this life, I will definitely not let you suffer, even if I am just a commoner." Cui Yingyan also drank too much, and raised his glass to drink with Fu Yaxuan.

Taking advantage of the strength of the wine, Yaxuan waved away the wine glass in his hand and cried: "I don't want it, I don't want it! I saved him that day, but he repaid me like this. I want to ask him why he was so cruel to me. What do I have to do to make him... happy!"

"Yaxuan!" Cui Yingyan walked over and hugged her, smelling of alcohol all over her body: "Silly girl, you want to cry a long time ago, don't you? If you want to cry, open your arms and cry, and you will feel better after crying. Why should you wrong yourself? Hold it in for so long?"

It's fine if he doesn't say anything, she heard her nose sore and tears streaming down her face.

Such a warm embrace, surrounded by a touch of sandalwood.Drunk, she was deeply drunk in tenderness, looking at him with blurred eyes.

Cui Yingyao's pale face still looked delicate and gentle, and she frowned at Fu Yaxuan with loving and reproachful eyes, still with that amiable and respectable gentleness.

In the past, when encountering unhappy things, her mother would hug her like that and say the same thing to her. Every time she saw Cui Yingyan, she felt a feeling of seeing a loved one in her heart.

One one one one one one one one one one

At the first watch, the moon is like a hook, like the most magnificent white gem, embedded in the boundless night sky, and the soft halo makes the stars beside it pale.

He Wensong was sitting beside the bed, wearing a red wedding gown. The beautiful phoenix crown was studded with plump pearls and precious gemstones. The dazzling luster set off her fair complexion even more tenderly.

Cui Moyao dragged the steps of the students into the new house, the room was quiet, He Wensong wore a red handkerchief, and behaved like a child.Without even looking at her, he took a sip of wine while holding the wine jar, remembering that he knew Fu Yaxuan in Gongzhou, when he first hugged her to bed in order to avoid Taishi He's pursuit. Didn't do it, just smelled her scent of Lanxin.Those images are deeply etched in my mind and will never be forgotten for a long time.

But even today, Fu Yaxuan still dismisses him, his heart sinks into the dead sea, why can she be so indifferent?

Her cold eyes were like a sharp knife, piercing thousands of holes in his heart, he picked up the wine jar and continued to drink, staggered and fell down.

He Wensong waited for a long time, but he still didn't wait until Cui Moyao came to take off the hijab. His heart was full of uneasiness, until he saw him lying on the ground, he hurriedly stepped forward to support him: "Husband, husband, are you alright?"

"Why are you in this king's room?" Cui Moyao only felt his ears buzzing, his mind was dizzy, and the things in front of him were still spinning.

He Wensong couldn't help but frowned, "Why do you drink so much?"

He suddenly shouted: "This king wants to drink, who dares to control this king."

"You...I'll pour tea for you." He Wensong sighed softly.

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