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

She is well aware of He Wensong's methods. 【26nbsp;】

When they were young, the three of them fell in love with a poodle at the same time, and their father gave the puppy to He Yinchao, but the next day, the puppy was killed and its limbs were cut. One sentence: "What I can't get, no one else can get it."

Since then, no matter what, the siblings have given way to He Wensong, and father has always treated He Wensong the best, even better than his son.

They wanted the emperor's throne, but she desperately wanted to keep the emperor and the Cui family's throne.

Chun Ya, a palace attendant, said, "Your Majesty, why are you still awake?"

"I can't sleep. You don't need to wait, go to sleep." He Wenfu waved her hand and said gently.

Chun Ya sneaked a glance at her master, she wanted to say a few words: "Your Majesty..."

"what's up?"

"Miss San is still kneeling outside. She has been kneeling for five hours."

"Let her go, I don't want to see her." He Wenfu said in a deep voice.

"The servant has already persuaded, but it is useless."

"Then let her go." He Wenfu closed her eyes, but felt a dull pain in her heart. After all, blood is thicker than water, so how could she pretend that she didn't know.

Chunya backed away slowly, and He Wenfu held her: "Chunya, let her in."

"Ah... oh!" Chunya took a long time to react.

He Wensong was led in and knelt heavily on the ground. Under the light, her hair was a little messy. Her face was pale, her eyes seemed slightly swollen, and her eyes looked hazy. up.

She lowered her head, her hazy eyes never looked up, she was as obedient as a child who did something wrong, completely without the arrogance of fighting on the battlefield in the past.

He Wenfu's heart was suddenly tightened, and she said, "Chun Ya, take a piece of clothing and put it on for Miss San."

After putting on her clothes, He Wensong felt a little warm. She raised her head slowly, with tears in her eyes: "Sister... Sister, I really have no choice, please help me."

"Wen Song, the palace is not the place for you to stay, go home." He Wenfu was in a very heavy mood. She peeled off a piece of candle tears from the candlestick, put it in her hands and squeezed it repeatedly, as if she was pinching her own. same heart.

"It's too late, sister, the emperor's child in my arms, I have no way out." He Wensong's helpless tears oozed from the corner of his eyes, very pitiful.

Hearing this, the candle tears in He Wenfu's hand suddenly fell to the ground, and her face turned pale immediately, and she was so dazed that she even forgot to breathe.

God is so unfair, she has been in the palace for several years but failed to conceive, He Wensong was favored by the emperor once and conceived.

"This child can't live, kill him!" He Wenfu said coldly, determined.

"No! Sister, he is a living being, the flesh and blood of the emperor, you can't do this." For a moment, He Wensong froze, and there was a burst of awe in his heart, and he cried out mournfully.

"Why can't I? What is your status now? Giving birth to this child will only bring shame to the royal family. The emperor can't afford to lose this face, nor can our He family." He Wenfu's eyes became extremely cold.

"Sister, the emperor has no heirs now, don't you have any responsibility at all? If the emperor and the queen mother know that you are going to kill the emperor's own flesh and blood, will they sit idly by?" He Wensong raised his head fearlessly and screamed.

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