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

She forgot, forgot where she was, forgot what happened to her, and didn't think about the future...

The sun was shining, and the sweat oozes out tiredness along the body. Sitting in the promenade, let the wind blow, slowly getting drunk in the fragrance. 【26nbsp;】

As the sun sets and night falls, she still refuses to leave. She is afraid, afraid that if she leaves here, she will return to the excruciating pain again.

Yun'er lit the lamp until the moon came out and sprinkled softly on the lake. She thought of Zhu Ziqing's article called "Moonlight in the Lotus Pond", which was a very clear state of mind.Naturally, she also remembered a song called "Moonlight in the Lotus Pond".

She asked Yun'er to bring a piano, stroked the strings, and remembered those scenes of playing the piano with him. Now, only the sadness of memories remains.

She didn't play "Moonlight in the Lotus Pond", the pitch was too high, and she couldn't play it with her weak heart.She played "Chrysanthemum Terrace", but the pure guqin sound was not enough to express the heartiness of "Chrysanthemum Terrace".

Accompanied by the tone, she sang lightly: "Your tears are weak and wounded, the pale moon is crooked, hooking the past..."

Yun'er stood aside, and for some reason, as she listened, tears fell down uncontrollably.She couldn't understand why she was crying?

The chrysanthemums are broken, the ground is wounded, your smile has turned yellow, the flowers are heartbroken, my thoughts flow quietly, the north wind is chaotic, the night is still young, your shadow keeps cutting, leaving me alone on the lake, in pairs...

What kind of state of mind is that?Falling flowers are speechless, and people are as light as chrysanthemums. I am afraid that this is a state of mind that Yun'er cannot express.

Her body and mind were all integrated into the song, with the sadness and helplessness of a hero in troubled times, the beautiful picture of the queen before her death was deeply imprinted in her mind.

For a long time, fell into silence...

Yun'er's heart still felt tight: "Miss, what song is this, I've never heard you play it before."

"This song is called "Chrysanthemum Terrace". It's a bloody story. Everyone has a story, especially...the emperor's family, but this...just a story..."

She didn't believe that this kind of thing would happen, it was just a play, but those who watched the show would inevitably get into the play, and her current experience, the real time travel, was not just a play.

Play is like life, life is like play.

He knew that he had done something wrong, but he would never know his mistake until after he had done it, a mistake that could never be made up for.

A black shadow in the corner, under the night dew, is alone...

The next morning, the emperor actually talked about the art of war in the hall, which confused all the ministers.

Cui Moyao was in the hall, but with a single heart, he had already flown thousands of miles away. He couldn't listen to a single word of what everyone said.

Cui Yingyan naturally noticed his expression, wasn't he very brave last night?Today he should be full of energy and look down upon the crowd, why is he so downcast?

Cui Yingyan hesitated for a while, and finally said: "I have a big happy event to announce today, and He Jieyu is very happy, so I bestow the title of Zhaoyi, which will last three days."

Everyone knew that He Zhaoyi was the grand master's daughter, although she was dissatisfied, she didn't dare to hum.He Taiji was secretly proud that this daughter was not raised in vain.

Everyone puts their eyes on Cui Moyao, will the pain of taking his wife break up this brother who has always had a good relationship?

Cui Yingyan finally announced this to the outside world, which means that he has accepted He Wensong and the child in her womb. Why did he do this?Doesn't he know the ambitions of the He family?

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