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

The sky was so blue that it was washed by heavy rain, there was not a trace of white clouds in the sky, and the sun hung dazzlingly in the sky, without any warmth. 【26nbsp;】

What happened today was like a thorn in her heart. Even though she tried her best not to think about it, what happened could not be erased.

There are some things that she minds, but she just didn't say anything about them.You don't need a reason to love someone, maybe you don't need a reason to hate someone.

She was waiting for an opportunity, but it never came, until Cui Moyao got married again...

One one one one one one one one one one

The wedding was very grand, even if Fu Yaxuan locked herself in the room, she could still hear cheers and laughter. To her, it should be a familiar piece of news, but it pierced into her heart like a strange thorn , she couldn't understand what she was thinking in her heart at the moment, she just felt sad.

She was sitting quietly by the bed in plain clothes, her black hair was loosely tied up, and a silver hairpin was inserted obliquely, so loose that it seemed that the hair would fall down if she moved slightly, her two willow-leaf eyebrows seemed to be frowning but not frowning. , with eyes downcast and contemplative, the wind blows the celestial coat fluttering, sitting weak and boneless in solitude.

Sad and sad meditation, it seems that it is not a breathing creature in the world.

"Princess!" Someone called softly, calling her soul back from a distant place.

"Your Majesty." Fu Yaxuan looked up, but didn't bother to salute.When she knew he was the emperor, she hated him so much, but now, she seems to have forgotten what happened.

"Why are you sitting here alone?" Cui Yingyan stood in front of her, leaning over her body and staring at her from top to bottom. Her delicate and pitiful appearance made one's heart ache, and one couldn't help but want to hug her to comfort her. .

But Cui Yingyan didn't do that, Yu Li didn't agree.

She evoked a faint smile, only she didn't know, her smile was uglier than crying, she said: "Why is the emperor here?"

"Come and see you, I've wronged you, I'm sorry!" He said with difficulty, breathing hard as if cutting his own heart with a knife.

"Why do you say I'm sorry?" Fu Yaxuan raised his eyes and looked at him suspiciously. He is an emperor, how could she bear to say sorry to her?

But he said in a low voice: "I hope to see a happy Yaxuan, no matter when. The sky has not fallen, even if there is the last day, we should live happily."

She was taken aback for a moment, raised her black eyes to look at his handsome face, laughed twice, and said in an extremely unnatural way: "How can I be unhappy? You think I am unhappy, then you think too much .”

Cui Yingyan snorted: "You can't hide your little thoughts from anyone."

A simple sentence made Fu Yaxuan feel at a loss, like being stripped naked and standing in front of others.

If Cui Moyao is like cold-blooded ice, then Cui Yingyan is a flame that can bring warmth to people, but can also burn people. Compared with Cui Moyao's handsome face, Yingyan's face is three points more masculine. The unique nobility of the emperor.

She propped her chin on the table, looked at him quietly, and said quietly: "I'm not unhappy, I just feel lonely, lonely."

Her future road, a road full of mystery, can only be walked by one person.

There was sadness in his eyes: "Yaxuan, homesick?"

"Your Majesty, I can't sleep, can you drink with me?"

The desolate night and the sad white moonlight make drunk people feel so poignant, beautiful and painful.

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