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

"My lord, my lord..." Han Gao called Cui Moyao a few times, but got no response. 1 swastika. fēisuzw． 1

He walked over slowly, and saw the prince sitting quietly against the wall, with his face upturned, his eyes vacantly looking up, wondering what he was thinking, and a few empty wine jars scattered beside him.

People who are broken in love like to drink away their sorrows.

He is not broken in love, he has no love to lose, but he doesn't feel happy either, so what should he do?

He doesn't know what's wrong with the relationship between the prince and the princess. These years, there have been many noises, but he firmly believes that the prince and the concubine love each other deeply.

His understanding of love can be said to be a blank slate, and he doesn't know how to help them.

In the past, he talked a lot with the concubine, but during this time, he rarely saw the concubine, and the chance to talk was even less.

Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite. In fact, he himself also has many knots in his heart that cannot be solved, and he has nowhere to tell.

He always regarded Lu Qiuhong as his own sister, and subconsciously, he broke her heart, and he couldn't face her, let alone face himself.

These days, seeing Qiu Hong not thinking about tea and food, pretending to be happy, haggard day by day, his heart was cut like a knife.

He sat next to Cui Moyao, his shoulders drooped as if he had collapsed, he leaned against the wall weakly, and murmured: "Are you drunk?"

Cui Moyao shook his head slightly, he wanted to get drunk, but he couldn't.

Han Gao said again: "I have missed it in this life. I really don't want you and the princess to be like me and regret it for the rest of my life."

Cui Moyao turned his head slightly to his side, glanced at him, and said with a faint smile: "Actually, what do you think? Qiuhong likes you, anyone can tell."

He would say that, and Han Gao was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "But she is my sister, if I have wronged thoughts about my sister, how is it different from a beast?"

"Your reason is ridiculous and untenable. You have no blood relationship with her at all."

"But she has been my sister for 16 years, how can I change it if I change it?" He closed his eyes, his face full of pain.

"You are no longer a brother and sister to her, it's just that you didn't realize it yourself."

Love is always a fan of the authorities, but clear to the bystanders.

"Did I make it that obvious?"

"Do you dare to say that when she said she has a sweetheart, you were never nervous or jealous?" Cui Moyao directly poked his sore spot.

Thinking about it now, when Qiuhong told him that he had a sweetheart, he was very unhappy, but he just thought it was because his brother was reluctant to part with his sister, and he never thought that her sweetheart would be himself.

"The person I love is Yun'er, and I will never forget her." A simple sentence, but it contains feelings higher than mountains and deeper than seas, and behind the feelings is pain.

Yun'er's departure has always been a pain in his heart. This kind of pain will never be reunited. The happy time with her, bit by bit, is still imprinted in his heart.

Cui Moyao didn't look at him, but said to himself: "Have you ever thought that your love for Yun'er and your love for Qiuhong are not in conflict, Yun'er is already in the past tense, and Qiuhong is your future tense, just because of her It's your sister, and you feel sorry for Yun'er, that's why you're afraid to face this relationship."

"I can't accept this, at least now I have no way to face her."

Both of them sighed at the same time, both of their handsome faces were worried about women.

After being silent for a while, Han Gao shook off his melancholy face and said slowly, "My lord, when will you coax me back to the princess?"

Every time the prince and concubine quarrel, it is these servants who suffer.

"Why did I coax her, and I did nothing wrong, how do you want me to bow my head to a woman?" Cui Moyao's male chauvinism ran out, out of control.

"Because she's a woman, you should let her go." Han Gao explained softly.

"I let her go every time, and I never see her let me. I'm a prince anyway, and if she embarrasses me in front of a foreigner, I still settle accounts with her."

"It's not like you don't know the princess's love for you. Why do you have to act temporarily and make everyone so unhappy." Really, the person involved is not in a hurry, but he, an outsider, is anxious by the side, but he has the strength and can't help it. superior.

"You should tell her the truth." Cui Moyao said irritably.

"Count me as an eighth wife, you can continue to drink, I'll go out to blow some air." Usually, there is no reward for a good-hearted person, and he is too lazy to kill a mouse--just mind your own business.

Cui Moyao ignored him, picked up a jar of wine and drank it, continuing to get drunk.

……

Han Gao left the prince's room, but he didn't know where he was going. He saw the light in the princess's room was still on in the corridor, thought for a while, and finally went to knock on the door.

Fu Yaxuan lay on the bed with his clothes on, thinking about the annoying words Cui Moyao said today, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

The door knocked, she thought it was Lu Qiuhong, and hurried to open the door.

"Why is it you?" Seeing that it was Han Gao, she asked in surprise.

"I have something I want to talk to the concubine, is it convenient?" Han Gao looked inside, and it was true that Lu Qiuhong was not in the room. In fact, he had already guessed that she was gone. If she were, it would be impossible to be so quiet.

The princess must have thought it was Lu Qiuhong who knocked on the door.

"come in."

Han Gao is respectful to the prince, but he is a little in awe of the princess, probably because he doesn't know the princess well enough.

Fu Yaxuan sat in front of the lamp, looked up at him, saw him standing straight and restrained, said with a faint smile: "Come and sit, you don't have to be so nervous, I don't know how to eat people."

Han Gao nodded, sat down cautiously, stared at the wood grain on the table, twisted his fingers, and mustered up the courage to say: "Princess, I don't know if I should say something or not?"

"You're not like this usually, what's wrong today?" She frowned and asked him.

"Then I'll tell you." Han Gao raised his head, but he didn't look at Fu Yaxuan, but at the wall beside her, with her shadow on it.

Fu Yaxuan nodded lightly as permission, picked up the cup, only to find that there was no tea in it, and put it down slowly.

"The prince is very unhappy these days, he can't eat well or sleep well."

She raised her eyebrows and looked at him with deep meaning: "Then what does it matter to me?"

"You know, my lord, it's all because of you. In fact, my lord already knows that I'm wrong, but he's too embarrassed to tell you that's all. You can forgive him? It's good for everyone." Han Gaoyi couldn't think of it Said in a low tone.

Fu Yaxuan closed her eyes and fell asleep. Under the light, her expression was peaceful, completely ignoring his pleading, and said calmly: "You said this for him."

She knows him too well, even though she has been with him for many years, she is still not as important as his face.

He doesn't say it, she doesn't say it, everyone just waste it like this, let's see who can consume it to the end.

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