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

"The Empress refuses to eat, I want to ask her what she wants to eat. It's fine now, I'll go out first, Empress, take your time." Fu Yaxuan glanced at Wanyan Chaofeng very worriedly, and exited the bedroom.

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The moon is curved, the stars are bright, the wind is light, and in the quiet night, the people sitting there look up at the starry sky, as if they want to penetrate layers of darkness and reach the end of the sky.

Facing the night sky, the breeze was blowing. This cool night wind made people more awake, and the pain became more profound.

Wanyan Chaofeng held a piece of white silk in her hand, and the faint sorrow and longing eroded her heart, she threw the white silk on the beam, moved a chair, and stood on it.

Standing two feet tall, looking around the resplendent bedroom, the vision is different, but the same emptiness, loneliness follows her anytime, anywhere.

I still remember that he gently combed her hair at the dressing table, his hands were so gentle, yet so firm and warm, I remember he said that her hair is the most beautiful;

I still remember, looking at the moon together in front of the window sill, the moonlight shone on his face, his smile was as beautiful as a fairy born out of dust, he said that every moonlit night, he would accompany her to watch the moon;

I still remember that on that big bed, they faced each other naked.

She sighed, touched her flat belly, smiled, and murmured: "Son, say goodbye to your father! Farewell, Yan!"

When she said these words, the tears she had been holding back rolled down her eyes, slid down her cheeks, and dripped to the ground.

Gently tied a knot, Wanyan Chaofeng closed her eyes gently, she was going to take the first step, she didn't want to see the whole Loulan Palace die because of her, she couldn't change all this, she just didn't want to see .

She slowly stood on her tiptoes, put the white silk on her neck, lowered her hands, and kicked off the chair. The movement was done in one go. Then, she felt that the silk was getting tighter and tighter, and she couldn't breathe. There were deep bloodstains all over her body, but she didn't want to open her eyes...

Holding the sweet soup, Fu Yaxuan passed the gate smoothly, but as soon as he entered the gate, he saw the white silk hanging from the beam, and Wanyan Chaofeng who was still struggling slightly.

At that moment, her hands and feet were all limp, and the sweet soup and the tray all fell to the ground and shattered.

"What happened?" the maid outside asked loudly.

"No...it's nothing, I just knocked over something, I'll clean it up." Fu Yaxuan pretended to be calm, regardless of whether people outside would believe it or not, and immediately ran over and hugged Wanyan Chaofeng down.

When she was hugged down, Wanyan Chaofeng had already stopped breathing, and her flowery face, under the pale moonlight, revealed a different kind of desolation.

Fu Yaxuan quickly gave her first aid. She put her hands down on Wanyan Chaofeng's chest on the left side of the heart, and kept pressing down hard.

Originally, she wanted to take her away from the tunnel tonight, everything was arranged, but she didn't expect that the empress couldn't wait any longer.

She hated herself so much, why didn't she come and take a quick step, if something happened to the queen, how could she explain it to the emperor?

There is still no reaction at all when I press down. Worse, will I really die?

I had no choice but to use the last trick, which was also the most embarrassing one-do mouth breathing.