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

Three years later

Che Yueguo invaded Dafeng repeatedly, and Cui Moyao asked for orders to go to Beijing, and the war between the two countries began from then on. 5c(≧▽≦)/ ． fěisuzw．

The wind blows and the grass dies, and the wilderness is full of greenery in spring.

Sitting bored in the imperial tent, Fu Yaxuan looked at the wave-like green grassland in front of him, and Cui Moyao and a group of generals galloping and hunting in the distance, feeling envious in his heart.

Cui Moyao's martial arts are getting better and better, but she has neglected to practice and has become unfamiliar.

In the tent, there was the sound of a baby girl crying, Fu Yaxuan's face showed a gentle look, she got up and went to the bedside to pick up her daughter, and said softly: "Xiaorou, you must be hungry."

While she was breastfeeding the child, footsteps were heard outside, and a handsome man walked in.

Fu Yaxuan greeted him with a beautiful smile: "Mo, what's wrong?"

He frowned and said, "King Che Yue sent someone to negotiate a peace, saying that he is willing to give us ten cities as compensation."

"That's a good thing."

"But if there is no battle, we have to go back to Luoyao City."

It turned out that he didn't want to be here.

After Fu Yaxuan nursed the child, he gave the child to the maid and asked her to take it out of the tent to bask in the sun.

"Mo, if you like this place, we can just stay here. When do you want to go back?"

"I'm afraid I'll wrong you." He looked at his lovely wife, and found that her beautiful face made his heart move and love him more and more day by day.

"As long as I'm with you, I'll be happy wherever I go." She raised her small chin, and snorted twice with a smug smile. The red nose made her look cute and ridiculous.

He couldn't help but kissed her, and didn't separate until both of them couldn't breathe.

"Let's go horseback riding. I haven't exercised for a long time."

She was really bored, he always felt that she was only a few months old after giving birth to the princess, and her body was weak, so she should stay in the tent to recuperate, but she refused to listen, thinking that it would be good to come out to enjoy the cool breeze of the grassland .

"Okay, I'll go with you."

He held her hand, ran out of the tent, hugged her onto the horse, galloped resolutely, and saw the vast world beyond the Great Wall!

With gusts of spring breeze blowing, Fu Yaxuan shouted excitedly, clinging to Cui Moyao tightly, quite suspicious of treating him as a "cushion".

Her Mo, the man she loves the most in her life...

"Tomb of Beloved Wife Yun'er"

In front of Yun'er's tomb, a white-haired man would come to clean it every day and chat with her.

Han Gao knew that Yun'er was most afraid of being dirty and lonely.

"Yun'er, the heavy storm last night broke my thatched hut, I have to cut some more thatch and tie it firmly." He laughed suddenly in a hoarse voice: "By the way, I bought Dongji Meat buns, you haven't eaten breakfast yet, let's eat together."

After many years, that exquisite cemetery has been kept clean, and there has always been a figure guarding it.

He will always guard her until the day when his life ends.

In the next life, he would like to be an ordinary person, meet an ordinary her, and live a simple life.There is no hatred, no fame, no profit, only love and trust.

One one one one one one one one

After winning the battle, Cui Moyao and his wife led the army back to Luoyao City, and the people in the city lined up outside the city to warmly welcome them back.

Cui Moyao rode on a tall horse, constantly greeted the people on both sides, and from time to time whispered and laughed with the people in the carriage next to him.

In the carriage, Fu Yaxuan was bumping along the way with his daughter Xiaorou in his arms. Xiaorou's eyes rolled around, as if she was full of curiosity about the strange voices around her.

Fu Yaxuan's mood at this moment can't be described by any adjectives. She can't tell whether she is dreaming now, or the previous life was all a dream?

In the past three years, the square ones have been honed into round ones after being honed beyond the Great Wall, which has made her used to the ancient life. Because there is her favorite person here, she is willing to stay here to adapt to the unprecedented dangers of everyone. And stimulation, happiness and joy.

The heat wave of people lined up all the way to the gate of Prince Yi's mansion, the carriage stopped in front of the gate, Yingxue took Xiaorou from Princess Yi's hand, and Cui Moyao carefully helped her get out of the carriage.

The people at the gate all knelt down and shouted: "Prince Yi, Concubine Yi, a thousand years old, a thousand years old!"

Han Gao had already been waiting at the door, and when he saw the two arriving, he immediately knelt down to greet them: "Han Gao welcomes the prince and concubine back to the mansion."

Cui Moyao stepped forward to help him up, and hugged him gently.

"My lord."

A cordial call brought tears of joy for the reunion, Fu Yaxuan wiped away tears, smiled and said, "Let's go in."

After years of separation, Prince Yi's mansion has always maintained its original style, returning to a familiar place, tired but at ease.

Ah, this is what it feels like to be at home.

She doesn't want to think about anything now, she just wants to sleep soundly, and wake up tomorrow, it will be another sunny day.

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In the early morning of the next day, Cui Moyao went to the court to be appointed, but he was already tired of fame, so he declined the emperor's kindness. He led the army to the expedition, not for fame and wealth, but to defend Dafeng's country.

The emperor understood Cui Moyao's thoughts long ago, and did not force him, as long as he wanted to come back, Chaoxu's door would always be open for him.

Fu Yaxuan slept until lunch time and didn't get up. At this time, Cui Moyao had already returned early, and the two met in the yard.

"My lord, you're back." Fu Yaxuan went up to meet him, clinging to him like a spider, with a gentle smile in his eyes.

Since the birth of Xiaorou, she has become gentle and gentle. It's all because he treats her too well, so she has no chance to lose her temper sometimes.

He is no longer a cold and ruthless cool man, but a considerate and good husband.

"You slept so late again? What if you're hungry?" He stroked her face gently, put the sideburns behind her ears gently, and looked at her affectionately.

"I want to wait for you to eat together."

He gently wrapped his arms around her shoulders and walked towards the dining room.

During the meal, Fu Yaxuan saw that he hadn't mentioned a word about the court affairs, so he asked: "Did the emperor say anything today?"

Cui Moyao swallowed the food in his mouth, and said: "I didn't say anything, it's not that the ministers all embraced me to return to the court, but you also know that I am not interested in fame."

"know."

"The current emperor is decisive, smart and wise, and he is truly a blessing to all people." Cui Moyao praised sincerely.

"For the emperor's wisdom and the people's happiness, let's drink." She toasted with him to celebrate.

He drank and laughed more broadly than he had seldom really laughed since before the war.

He was still so handsome, unconsciously, she was fascinated by it.

Is it the blessing of a few lifetimes that she married such a good man?

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