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

In the afternoon, the sun was shining and warm as spring. 【26nbsp;】

Fu Yaxuan, Cui Moyao, Han Gao, Yingxue, and Yingshuang came to Yun'er's tomb in Baofu Mountain.

This is a gentle hillside, surrounded by mountains on three sides, and a lake with emerald green water on the other side. It is the best choice in terms of scenery and feng shui. Therefore, Han Gao chose Yun'er's cemetery here and let her Enjoy life in peace.

When he came to the grave and saw that the grave was covered with grass, his heart was almost broken.

It was only a short period of time, and the tomb, which was originally made of jade, fell like a pile of loose stones at this moment. Many stones for the walls were broken by people, and weeds were overgrown beside it, like a ruin.

His heart ached so badly that he couldn't move for a long time.

He couldn't believe what he saw with his own eyes, it was only a few short months, and her grave was so dilapidated.

When she was alive, she couldn't live happily, and even after she died, God would not let her be quiet.

He rolled up his sleeves almost without thinking, no matter whether it would stain his clothes or not, he moved the scattered white jade stones back to the cemetery one by one, and folded them carefully. Although it could not restore the original appearance, at least it was not messy, like a hill On a mass grave.

Also sad was Fu Yaxuan, if Yun'er hadn't been because of her, she wouldn't have died so badly.

She bit her lips tightly, and big tears rolled down...

Yun'er, in this life, I'm sorry for you, I hope you can have a good pregnancy in the next life, be a rich man, and stop being a maid.

Fu Yaxuan gritted her teeth, and started to pick up stones with Han Gao, but accidentally tripped over a stone on the ground, and just when she was about to fall forward, a long and powerful arm caught it. she.

"Thank you!" She looked back to see the man clearly, and just thanked him softly.

"You're welcome." Cui Moyao said flatly, if he took the shot later, he might see her with a face covered in bruises.

Han Gao on the side said: "Princess, don't be busy, these heavy things are not suitable for you, just let the slaves do it."

Fu Yaxuan took a look at the dilapidated grave, feeling a lot, and said: "When Yun'er was alive, I was the closest person. I didn't protect her well. It's good to do something for her today."

After finishing speaking, she broke away from Cui Moyao's arms, picked up the big rock that fell just now, and continued to carry it.

Cui Moyao sighed, and held back from letting himself help her, because he knew her arrogance too well in his heart, and helping her would only make her feel humiliated.

"Everyone is gone, and everything is in vain. The sky is empty, the earth is empty, and life is in it. The sun is empty, the moon is empty, who is responsible for the rise of the east and the fall of the west? The gold is empty, the silver is empty. In the hand? The husband is empty, the child is empty, and we will not meet on the road to the underworld. The power is empty, the name is empty, and in a blink of an eye, a piece of land in the wilderness!"

What he said was not without reason. Accompanied by the half-autumn wind, half-cold and half-cool, there was actually a bit of sadness and bleakness, which made people cry.

Finally, the two of them managed to tidy up the cemetery, took out the sacrificial tribute incense candles from the basket, burned incense one by one, and burned the gold paper.

From the beginning to the end, Cui Moyao stood behind her and watched. Finally, he walked to her side, took out a stove of incense, lit the fire, and put incense on the grave under her surprised gaze.

No one expected that he, a majestic prince, was willing to wrong his status and offer incense to a servant girl, and his inner excitement was unstoppable for a long time.

"My lord doesn't have to do this." She stood side by side with him in front of the grave, her watery eyes stared directly at the inscription on the tombstone, but her mind was on him.

"If people don't have that layer of identity, maybe they can be good friends." His eyes became gloomy.

"I didn't expect this to come from your mouth." She smiled softly, and looked back at him fixedly.

Cui Moyao's heart trembled, and he was silent for a long time, he could hear the subtext in her words.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind carried flying dead leaves between them, and the flying leaves seemed to draw a crack between them.

They looked at each other from a distance, no matter how much they wanted to get closer to each other, but no one knew how to cross that gap. Perhaps, they had already gone in opposite directions, and if they walked, they could only go further and further away.

"It turns out that you are here, which made it hard for me to find it." A voice suddenly broke the silence in the mountain, and sounded behind everyone. The cheerful voice seemed incompatible with this solemn place.

"Qiuhong, why are you here?" Fu Yaxuan turned his head and saw Lu Qiuhong coming on a horse and wearing a red dress, his eyes widened in surprise.

"I heard what the people in the mansion said, so I came here." Lu Qiuhong jumped off the horse and found something. Today, all the people are dressed in plain colors, and she stands out in the middle of them in red. .

It was only after a quick glance that they came here not for an outing, but for a cemetery, and they built a magnificent tomb, which seemed to have some background.

Her eyes fell on the inscription on the tombstone, which read: Tomb of my beloved wife Yun'er, whose wife is this, there are only two men present, could it be...

Her eyes moved downstream, she was dumbfounded all of a sudden, and her heart hurt so badly that she couldn't breathe.

The inscription under the tombstone turned out to be Han Gao. Is it the name of the eldest brother, or is it just the same name?

How is it possible, how is it possible that the elder brother is already married?How could the elder brother's wife be dead?No!Just the same name.

Before she recovered, Han Gao came over with a stick of incense, handed it to her, and said slowly, "Qiu Hong, since you're here, give the stick of incense to sister-in-law."

Numbly, Lu Qiuhong didn't know what she was doing, so she bowed three times, put the incense in front of the grave, and looked at the tall grave, her heart seemed to be pressed by a mountain.

From her arrival, Fu Yaxuan knew that something was wrong, but she was powerless to stop it.

"Qiuhong, the one lying here is your sister-in-law. Do you have anything to say to her?" Han Gao looked at the tombstone as if he saw Yuner. If Yuner's spirit in the sky can see Qiuhong, it is Wouldn't it be nice?

"I have nothing to tell her." Lu Qiuhong roared, turned around and galloped away.

"Qiu Hong!" Han Gao yelled behind her inexplicably.

"Don't shout, she's already gone." Fu Yaxuan looked at Lu Qiuhong's back, feeling very sad, that idiot Han Gao, how could he understand his daughter's thoughts?

"What happened to her?"

"Han Gao, you are such a piece of wood." Fu Yaxuan finished his sentence, turned around and got into the carriage.

Han Gao murmured: "What's the matter, who did I provoke?"

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