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

"What happened to your foot?" Cui Moyao asked while bandaging her. ╞26nbsp;╡

"Bitten by a snake." She replied, closing her eyes and enjoying his gentle service.

He froze for a moment, then asked again: "Isn't the princess trying to harm you?"

"Of course not, why did she want to kill me?" She asked back.

Cui Moyao suddenly dropped the gauze in his hand, rushed out the door.

Wu Die came to her senses, and when she raised her head, he was nowhere to be seen, so she couldn't help muttering: "You run so fast."

When Cui Moyao ran back to the garden again, there was no trace of Fu Yaxuan, not even a single person in the garden.

He rushed to her room in a hurry, but he didn't see her, and went to Yuhua Xiaoyuan, but there was no one there. He started to panic, and asked many servants in the mansion, and they all said that they had never seen her.

This is the last place. If she is not here, then he will live in regret for the rest of his life.

Before approaching Lu Qiuhong's room, he heard quarrel-like voices inside.

"Can you calm down a little, it will hurt." Fu Yaxuan yelled.

"You still know the pain. I thought I was courageous enough. It turns out that there are people who are more courageous than me. You can see how hard it is by looking at the teeth marks. If I had known, I would have pinched harder last night." Lu Qiuhong looked at her hands and felt sorry for her, but couldn't help but want to taunt her.

"Do you have any sympathy?" Fu Yaxuan gritted his teeth in pain.

"Compassion is for the weak, aren't you?" Lu Qiuhong retorted.

"Sometimes, I also hope that I am." A faint sentence, but revealing infinite sadness.

At this moment, Cui Moyao pushed the door open, walked in, looked at Fu Yaxuan's trotter-like hand, and asked pitifully, "How is your hand, does it hurt?"

Fu Yaxuan turned his head away, thinking he was transparent.

Shouldn't he be taking care of Wu Die now?She still has time to control whether she is in pain or not, she doesn't need his pity.

"What you're asking is nonsense, let me bite it to see if it hurts." Lu Qiuhong didn't care if he was a prince or not, or if he would lose the job he got so hard, but he just couldn't see Fu Yaxuan being bullied .

"Qiu Hong, you let him go out, I don't want to see him." Fu Yaxuan said coldly without turning his head.

Lu Qiuhong stood up and glared at Cui Moyao. Although he was a bit shorter than him, she was not short in imposing manner, and said loudly: "Did you hear that, the concubine wants you to go out."

"Okay, I'm going out, you have a good rest." Before he turned around and went out, he did not forget to tell Lu Qiuhong, "Take good care of the princess."

The door was closed again, Lu Qiuhong said: "Princess, he is gone."

Only then did Fu Yaxuan turn his head and looked at the closed door, feeling a sense of loss in his heart, and tears flowed down his face involuntarily.

The always strong princess actually cried, and Lu Qiuhong's heart panicked, and she didn't know what to say for a while.

In the face of love, no matter how strong a woman is, she will become fragile and even crushed.

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For several days, Cui Moyao visited Fu Yaxuan, but was turned away.

On this day, he finally couldn't help rushing into the guest room like a wounded lion. Seeing him coming, Wu Die warmly greeted him and said, "Cousin, you are here."

Her small hands gently stroked Cui Moyao's chest, and the corners of her brows were full of coquettishness. She smiled and said, "Thanks to you helping me bandage, my feet healed so quickly. Cousin, come here, sit down." .”

Wu Die's gentleness made Cui Moyao unable to hate even if he wanted to, so he said with a sullen face: "Die'er, I have something to tell you."

"Take your time, don't worry, see you are in a hurry, I'll pour you a cup of tea to moisten your throat." Wu Die flew around the room like a butterfly.

After drinking tea, Cui Moyao said: "Die Er, don't be busy, I really have something very important to tell you."

"I see that you are in a hurry. You must have not eaten breakfast. I will go to the kitchen to get it for you." After she finished speaking, her figure disappeared into the room.

After a while, when he came back, he had a tray in his hand with hot porridge and bread on it.

"Die'er, I'm not hungry." Cui Moyao exercised enough patience to suppress his temper.

"Eat with me if you're not hungry."

Die Er put the food down, ate happily by herself, and also supervised him to finish the food.

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