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

The melodious music fluctuates up and down, like mountains and flowing water, coming from a distance. There is an indescribable sadness in the softness of the music, and an indescribable heroic spirit in the gracefulness. │26nbsp;│

Cui Moyao walked up the stairs and finally saw the origin of the piano sound.

In the middle of the garden, she is dressed in plain white clothes, playing the piano peacefully, her appearance has not changed for many years, even though she is dressed in plain white, it is difficult to hide her peerless and noble beauty.

He just watched quietly, and didn't intend to go up to disturb her, he just admired, just listened...

Years and months go away quietly, as quietly as the wind blows in the middle of the night, every time I feel it, it is gone again, how many old songs in the past, but I can't forget that in the void of fleeting years, there will be such a wonderful song with a melody The love song full of your love, the rhyme is created by your laughter, whenever your heart breaks, you fall, you fall down, listen to this old tune, everything is reborn, in the void of fleeting years, everything is cold and warm...

This song, this song is simply the sound of nature.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped, Fu Yaxuan found him, got up and rushed towards him, and said coquettishly, "When did you come back? Why didn't you make a sound?"

"Take it easy, be careful of the baby in your stomach." Cui Moyao stretched out his hand to hold her slender white catkin, his face was full of infinite love.

"It turns out that the only thing you care about is the baby, not me." She pouted and shook his big hand away dissatisfied.

He tapped her nose lightly, with a smug smile on his face: "Why, are you jealous with the baby?"

"No, hum! Who wants to be jealous of you." She turned her back to him coldly.

"Don't go!" He suddenly reached out and grabbed her white wrist, pulling her back, and she fell into his arms.

Although he didn't say anything, and even his expression was so natural, Fu Yaxuan still felt that Cui Moyao was a little different from before.

He hugged her, sat on a chair, let her sit on his lap, and fell silent suddenly.

She didn't ask, she just waited for him to say it himself.

No matter what happened, Cui Moyao was unwilling to hide it from Fu Yaxuan, and finally said: "Xuan'er, you have heard about the recent conflict between the border and Che Yueguo."

Fu Yaxuan nodded, staring at him, waiting for him to continue talking.

"The emperor intends to negotiate a peace, and sent me to Che Yueguo." He looked at her with a guilty face.

"Did the emperor send you there intentionally, or did you intend to go there yourself?"

"Yes... hey, that's right, I recommended it myself. Apart from me, there is really no other suitable candidate in the court."

Fu Yaxuan remained silent, playing with the grass next to him with one slender hand, showing no emotion on his face.

Cui Moyao hurriedly said again: "If the two countries really go to war, many people will definitely be implicated and displaced, and the people will have no means of living. It will be very miserable."

Fu Yaxuan took off a flower and put it on his head, and asked enthusiastically: "Is it pretty, am I pretty?"

Cui Moyao became anxious, and his temper also came: "Are you listening to me? Most of the civil servants in the court are pedantic, and the military officials are too murderous. They are eager to make meritorious deeds. One party's master and one party's master are fighting. It doesn't do much."

"I'm listening, don't be in a hurry, and I didn't say I disagree with you." Seeing that he was sweating, Fu Yaxuan smiled sweetly.

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