Leader Lan Palace

Chapter 1371: Disheartened (46 More)
Wanxi looked up at him: "Master?"

The emperor squinted and looked out the window, "Jiu'er, how should I comfort the dead Fu Qing and Rabdon, and how should I comfort the jade pot whose life and death are unknown? In the eyes of the Lord, that is the fulfillment of their last wish that they exchanged their lives for! "

"They died generously for the imperial court. What they want to protect is the peace of the world in Xueyu. Instead of having the time to cry with you, my lord, it is better to make a decree early so that Xueyu's rebellion this time will never happen again." A chance to make a comeback!"

"The only way to comfort them is to restore calm in the snow region as soon as possible, and only if their spirits in the sky are not far away and can see it with their own eyes."

The emperor bowed his head and put his forehead against Wanxi's.

"If you want to shed tears... let's raise our glasses and shed tears when the snowy land is cleared and the traitor is subdued."
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The emperor's fortitude supported Wanxi's heart that was about to be unbearable.But she was not a man after all, and her tears still rolled down her eyes.

"Master, I'm so worried about the jade pot, I wish I could fly to the snowy area with wings!"

The emperor held Wanxi's hand tightly: "...my father is also selfish. So don't even think about this idea!"

Wanxi was trapped in the emperor's arms. Although she knew she couldn't transform into a bird, she couldn't help but feel ashamed at this moment. She always felt that even if she lived in this palace, she was powerless to do anything. She couldn't save the jade pot. Without having a baby, I have to watch Wu Niu walking around in front of my eyes every day...all of which are involuntary.

How could it be better to live like this than to accompany Fu Erye to die generously like Yuhu?
What is the difference between living like this and being dead?

The more Wanxi thought about it, the more discouraged she became, until she couldn't support herself, her ankles gave way, and she fell off the flag shoes that were seven or eight cents high, and fell to the ground.

The emperor was startled and stretched out his arms to embrace him, but he was caught off guard and couldn't stabilize himself.

Wanxi still sprained her foot.
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Ten years into the palace, she used the excuse of falling on the threshold and spraining her ankle.I want to use this to avoid entering the palace, and I want to use this to avoid the fate of becoming a woman in the palace.

But since she couldn't escape or hide, she walked on thin ice all these years, step by step as if walking on the tip of a knife, she walked over cautiously.After ten years of working in the harem, she has grown from an ignorant little girl who was calculated by others to where she is today step by step.

She ascended to the concubine position and created an unprecedented new example of a concubine from the harem of the Qing Dynasty who was born under the leadership of the inner management but had no children; The point of rivalry.

But today, he still really tilted his ankle.

No longer able to stand, no longer stable.Even if the emperor was by her side, even if the emperor used himself to support her as he had done for ten years, she still suddenly felt that everything was so powerless that she could no longer stand up or walk.

Ten years can come, she is not timid, nor is she afraid of being tired, she just - can't see the distant future clearly.

In front of her, what kind of future is waiting for her?
What she can be sure of is that what is waiting ahead must be aging, the fading face, and the death that no one can escape.

Then when this road goes on, if she still has no children, will she end up at the end of this road, waiting for her just like so many women in the harem, who are lonely and lonely, and will die after death? There isn't even a plate of offering fruits and a handful of new soil on the grave?
(End of this chapter)