Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 2288 I said, I will live to see you destroy the foundation of the Qing Dynasty! 18
When Cixi's mouth was stuffed with the luminous pearl that would make her even die in the future, she swallowed her last breath.

But at this last moment, the memory of Mrs. Lan Zhen, who was far away from the Huangpu River, was turned up, and it was rewinding rapidly, playing back...

Her eldest sister, Yehenara Xingzhen, was never an ordinary woman. Her life was a legend, and she knew it herself.And God seems to know clearly that he will not let her be at peace.

It's ridiculous that every time she celebrates her birthday, some catastrophic events will happen.

Of course, she didn't think that she could be classified as a monster because of this.

Monsters, that only appear when the country is about to perish, such as Xia's sister Xi, Shang's Daji, Zhou's Baosi.

They are all beautiful monsters, and at the same time they are also beautiful, so monsters are always beautiful, but she is self-aware, she is not so beautiful.

She didn't have it when she was young, but now she's old and even dead, so she's not a monster.

Moreover, Xingzhen asked herself that she never deceived the Lord, she believed that she was only for the Qing Dynasty.

That's right, she just likes luxury. This is the nature of a woman, and it is the nature of a widowed woman.Luxury is a matter of course and justifiable for her dignified queen mother.

Why let those men say what they don't understand and make up random arrangements?

The husband who was the king of a country passed away early, leaving behind a son, her thin son, and another Empress Dowager Ci'an who carried a secret order that could kill her, but they all treated them coldly without exception. She is a widow.

Only poverty and luxury, only power in hand, only these can make Xingzhen feel safe, and can make a widowed but noble woman feel safe.

Only in this way can Xingzhen hold the cold quilt at night, and not think of her husband who passed away prematurely, and the man called her husband's distrust towards her.

Xingzhen tried her best to open her eyes wide, those faces that appeared in the long years of her life.

She struggles to identify the most important people in her life.

Xingzhen saw her husband's face that was always forbearing and helpless; she saw her son's young and frail face; she saw her adopted son's stubborn and cowardly face.

Also, Xingzhen supported the imperial court of the Qing Dynasty and the beautiful rivers and mountains for half his life because of his Aixinjueluo clan.

Xingzhen's mind is filled to the brim with memories flashing back to the faces of many people, beautiful, ugly, loyal, treacherous... Just like her favorite Beijing opera, it is full of thick and colorful facial makeup, you sing Let me show up.

suddenly—

Xingzhen saw a face that was alluring and beautiful, that is the face that a subjugated evildoer should have, that face was as real as yesterday.

The bright glow is so beautiful, the fairy dew is so bright, and the jasmine will be released. There is only one woman in the sky and the world.

The woman looked at Xing Zhen, her bright red lips suddenly opened wide, her face turned pale, she raised her hand to scratch her face, the beauty's face suddenly turned into a blur of flesh and blood.

The woman's mournful cry sounded beside her ears: Yehenala, bitch, you carry on the precepts of your ancestors and harm the descendants of the holy ancestors. We swear that you will not have peace after death!

That hoarse cry beat Xingzhen's withered body.

Xingzhen's body was trembling, trying hard to drive away the yaksha-like woman, she wanted to shout, but in the end, it turned into old lips, wriggling sobs.

Suddenly, Xingzhen saw another woman's face.

(End of this chapter)