Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 2287 I said, I will live to see you destroy the foundation of the Qing Dynasty! 17
Not to mention Mrs. Lanzhen, even Fu Yuejun might not be able to accept it, but if she really ended up like this, she must do her best to reverse it.

Fu Yuejun will not wrong herself.

But Mrs. Lanzhen is different. She is just a spoiled young lady who only knows how to make incense and embroider. She left her parents and has a young girl who has not been weaned by her side. Where can she go?
It was not easy for Mrs. Lan Zhen to survive.

"The old lady should be relieved as soon as possible. After all, in this world, there are many people who are more miserable than the old lady." Fu Yuejun persuaded her gently, just like her and Jin Tingxiao.

Fu Yuejun said that he was suffering, but he didn't dare to say that he was suffering in front of Jin Tingxiao.

Because Jin Tingxiao suffered more than her.

The old lady finally smiled comfortably: "You girl, you can see farther. I, an old woman who has never seen the world, dare not lie in front of you."

"If you had been born a few years earlier, Eldest Sister wouldn't be like this. She is obviously inferior to you." The old lady's eyes are so vicious, and she can tell at a glance that Fu Yuejun is not a creature in the pond.

"The Qing Dynasty fell, and the eldest sister was reviled by thousands of people. I have lived a long time, and I have lived enough."

"I've lived to this age, I never thought that I could see my relatives here, it must be God's will."

The old lady shrank her whole body into the blanket, her eyes were still floating above the white smoke, she waved her hand at Fu Yuejun and said: "Jiu girl, you go back, old lady, I'm tired."

"Yes."

Fu Yuejun nodded, and exited the attic. When she closed the small door, she heard the lingering sound of the phonograph again.

The actor's words woke up the drunken world, and the Qing Dynasty mourned the Queen Mother.

'Long live my emperor, long live, long live! '

Long live the Tao three times, but thousands of miles of rivers and mountains tremble, penetrating thousands of years.

Thousands of people shouted, thousands of people shouted, and thousands of people prostrated themselves on the ground just for the person in the yellow robe sitting on the dragon chair.

So solemn!
You said it was the prosperous age of the Qing Empire, but it turned out that it couldn't stand a gun from foreigners.

The kingdom of heaven, once the dream is broken, the eastern paradise is in danger.

That is the beautiful poppies, the war that overwhelms all living beings, that is the incomparable oriental garden, the dirge of being burned, that is God speaking an inappropriate myth in this mainland of China, that is casting copper skin and iron bones on the sea, but A joke of a setback.

Your way is that the hearts of the people are scattered, and the outside world is constantly fighting, but it is the bane that has been planted for a hundred years. Once it spreads, it will overwhelm the general trend.

Then there were those eight robbers who beat the dog in the water until they kicked it hard on the buttocks, and the last breath suddenly became the end of life, but no one showed mercy.

And after the heavy rain, the mushrooms in the miscellaneous woods always grow rapidly, even if they are weak, they finally become the climate.

Reforms, reforms, are brewing and fermenting in the dark until the day when the sky breaks through, and all of this is like a prairie fire after the death of a woman, out of control.

She was a woman who used to rule the world. She died, and left with the emperor who was brought up by her but was in turmoil. Only a yellow-mouthed child and a precarious child were left on the dragon chair. Dynasty.

This person exhausted all her life's efforts, from a nobleman to a concubine to a concubine, and finally soared to the top, becoming the empress dowager above tens of millions.

This woman who overthrew all those who stood in her way and controlled the fate of a dynasty was finally sent to the mausoleum prepared for her.

When the stone gate was closed with a bang, only the title of Cixi was left on the other side of the gate, joking with the world.

(End of this chapter)