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

"I hope you live a happy life and live a carefree life." [26nbsp;]" His deep voice was hoarse.

"Even if I treat anyone badly, I won't treat myself badly." She trembled in his arms and was not used to being treated gently by him, and the feeling of being pressed against him made her feel flustered.

"Then I'm relieved. Xuan'er, you are the best gift God has given me." He hugged her, pressed his resolute chin against the top of her head, rubbed it lightly, and sighed contentedly from his Escaping from the lips.

Fu Yaxuan buried her head in his neck, smelling his masculine aura. She has been married to him for many years, but she has never been so close to him.

"Missing home, aren't you?" he said out of nowhere, soft and sad.

She bowed her head and said nothing, as a tacit consent.It was the first time for her to leave her hometown for such a long time, so far away, and she could finally fully understand the feeling of homesickness of a wanderer.

"From now on, this is your home, isn't it great?" He was full of sadness.

"It's different." She sighed with a smile, and turned her eyes away. Through the gauze curtain, she seemed to be looking at an extremely distant place.

After living for more than ten years, how could it be possible to forget it?

"I understand." His eyes were cold, and he couldn't laugh.

"Can I sing a song for you?" She suddenly raised her face and said.

"Of course."

Although it is a cappella, she has been able to sing this song since she was a child, and it is catchy. She cleared her throat and began to sing: "Climbing the peak to look at my hometown, the yellow sand is thousands of miles long, where is the sound of camel bells, and the sound of knocking?" In my heart, I look forward to stepping on the road of longing, flying across thousands of miles of mountains, the sky is covered with wild goose and clouds, where is the hometown, the wind and sand will not blow away, the bloodstains of history, the wind and sand will not fly away pale, the begonia blood tears, the yellow sand blows old Years, never blowing away my longing, how many nights have I dreamed back to Qinguan..."

As she sang and sang, she burst into tears, and that piercing longing rushed into her heart in an instant, like an erupting fire, unstoppable.

The vicissitudes of grief infected Cui Moyao. Today, for the first time, he discovered another side of her. It turns out that she is such a loving person.

In the end, she couldn't sing anymore, and kept crying and crying. Cui Moyao didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only wipe away her tears silently.

After crying, I felt much better.

"I'm sorry, I made you laugh." She wiped away her tears. If it wasn't for those reddish eyes, it would have been impossible to tell that she had cried just now.

"Xuan'er, why do you hide and torment yourself in front of me?" He felt sorry for her.

"How could it be? You didn't see that no matter where I go, everyone respects me, even fears me. This is the real me." She looked at him with a flowery smile on her lips .

"You are just a little flower that needs to be cared for." His tone was extremely bitter.

"I'm not! I'm a tiger that eats people and doesn't spit out bones." She chuckled, a little self-deprecating, more of a joke.

He was amused by her words, raised his eyebrows and said, "Really? It must feel good to be eaten by you."

She suddenly calmed down and looked at him quietly. There was no trace of that cold look on him anymore.Now he is irritable, easy to laugh, like a mountain villager, like a river and lake man, but not like a prince.

"What's wrong?" Sensing her abnormality, he held her soft little hand with both hands.

She still looked at him without blinking: "Mo, you shouldn't be like this, you are a prince, you are a general, you should stand in the court, under one person, above ten thousand people, not here Such nonsense."

"No, for me, these are not boring things, you are my important thing. Without you, my life is meaningless." He looked at her affectionately.

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