Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 2286 I said, I will live to see you destroy the foundation of the Qing Dynasty! 16
Finally, Zai Tian was welcomed into the palace to inherit the throne, and was changed to Yuan Guangxu the following year.

The only thing Wanzhen cares about in this world is her only son, Zai Tian, ​​but this child is now the Ninth Five-Year Son!

How can you see it when you want to see it?

Even if she saw her, Wanzhen, the biological mother, would have to kneel three times and kowtow nine times, she would not be able to have the joy of a normal mother-child reunion!

Although Wanzhen gave birth to two sons later, they both died young. Wanzhen, who was hit continuously, missed Guangxu more and more, shed tears all day long, and finally fell ill.

But Cixi only ordered Guangxu to visit her when Wanzhen was critically ill, and finally saw Guangxu's Wanzhen, just looked at him for a long time.

On the seventh day of May, Wanzhen passed away at the age of 55.

Although Wanzhen was the emperor's biological mother, she never had the name of a queen mother. With endless attachment to her son and deep hatred for her sister, the Empress Dowager Cixi, she left this world forever.

It's a pity that in the end, Zai Tian didn't end well. After the Reform Movement of [-], he was imprisoned.

If Lan Zhen also participates in the draft, her current fate may be the same as Wan Zhen's.

Fu Yuejun knew what Mrs. Lanzhen was thinking, and she didn't object, she just smiled with emotion: "There is no family affection in the Tian family, there are many troubles in Xiao Qiang, brothers use all kinds of means to ascend to the throne of God, Let alone sisters?"

"The final victor is the lonely family. I think maybe it can only be the lonely family, because they really see through the blood relationship, just like the saying: People are not for themselves, and heaven and earth will perish."

And from ancient times to the present, in the eyes of the world, the kings of every dynasty and generation are iron-blooded and ruthless, lonely and lonely.

The deep boudoir is full of resentment towards women. Empress Dowager Cixi gave birth to Lord Xianfeng's only surviving child. Unfortunately, Lord Xianfeng passed away soon, and the young Lord Cixi became a widow.

Although this widow has all the power in the world, how can she feel without the care of her husband and son?
As a woman who lost her father when she was young, lost her husband when she was young, and lost her son when she was old, she couldn't even find words of comfort. For ordinary people, she was considered an ominous person, and everyone respected her at a respectful distance.

The Empress Dowager Cixi was the empress dowager who was the mother of the Qing Dynasty. Naturally, others dare not say that, but for the Empress Dowager Cixi, the feeling of all the pillars of life collapsing is not good.

"She chooses to enter the palace, chooses to be favored by the emperor, and if she wants to become a master, she has to bear such a price." Mrs. Lan Zhen said quietly, she is already in her twilight years, and most of her body is about to be buried. All grievances and grievances have been let go.

Fu Yuejun looked through the flower corridor of the hall, and looked at the auspicious animal stove in the middle, on which white smoke gradually rose, and her gaze was like the green smoke, some white smoke emerged.

In the eyes that were shrouded in blue smoke, Fu Yuejun said with a faint smile: "Everyone will pay the corresponding price for the things they have done in this life. This is the destiny, and no one can escape the destiny." .”

"But you forgot, if it weren't for Elder Sister, I wouldn't have fallen to this point. I should have not paid the price." Mrs. Lanzhen changed into a comfortable position and lay flat, her tone was indifferent. What emotions come out.

But Fu Yuejun could feel that Mrs. Lanzhen was more or less resentful.

Originally, Lan Zhen could marry a wishful man, leaning on the door to smell the plum blossoms, wearing red sleeves to add fragrance, rubbing ears and temples, exchanging poems and articles with her husband, and jointly researching bells, tripods and steles, which is beautiful.

But this kind of life is ruined because of entering the palace, who can be willing?
(End of this chapter)