The Three Thousand Harem of the Fake Empress

The autumn wind was rustling, turning the sky and the earth yellow, the door of the palace was wide open, and the cold wind was pouring in. Axi sat waiting for the news, with a white silk hanging on the beam behind him.

The close-fitting palace put a set of tattered clothes on the table with red eyes, "Master, everything is ready."

Ah Xi nodded, turned to look at the things at hand, smiled knowingly, touched the rough hemp with five fingers, causing a burst of warmth in the pulp of the fingers.

A few years ago, there was a little beggar who was wearing this rotten clothes and met the empress.

At that time, the empress dressed as a man, her heroic appearance was very dazzling.

As a beggar, you must have a unique vision.The little beggar saw that the jade pendant on the side of the other party was priceless, and the new oiran Ren Shiqing was by his side, so he knew that he was a big spender.

The face of a beggar requires a city wall as thick as three bricks.

A figure, faster than a group of disguised guards, slid and knelt on the bluestone ground, and hugged a gold-woven black boot fiercely.

The empress was caught off guard, still biting the meat buns from "Miaoweizhai", she lowered her face and watched several ticks.

After that, the jaw was loosened, and someone squatted down, hooked his chin with a smile, and handed over the bun that he took a bite out of.

The dignified and unrestrained look on the high place is as light as dust, which makes people feel like spring.

The little beggar lost his mind for no reason, and looked back for a long time.

One was brilliant and the other was as humble as a mole. She regretted plunging forward for a few copper coins, feeling ashamed that she had never felt before.

Ren Shiqing was covering her nose, disdainful.

The empress always had a kind face, she took another bite of the steamed stuffed bun, praised the deliciousness repeatedly, and handed it over again.

Only this time, what was handed over was a little different.

Probably because the steamed stuffed bun was too delicious, it made the mouth feel fragrant, and a clear mouthful of saliva came out of the empress's mouth.

like drawing~

The embarrassment of the group of people around them can be seen at a glance, even the emperor, such eating is very ugly.The empress felt quite embarrassed, she held Baozi's hand, and slowly retracted it.

It was too late to say it and then it was too fast, it must have been a twitch of the thickest nerves, the little beggar snatched the bun from the opponent's hand, and fled the scene almost rolling and crawling like a strong wind.

In an uninhabited alley, a figure leaned against the collapsed wall, his palms slowly spread out, and the bun was pinched and deformed. After doing countless psychological constructions, Cherry carefully took a small bite of a piece.

With just this small bite, the little beggar's face was boiling hot.

No reason, because the saliva of that handsome "man" melted into his own mouth.

Chunxin, which has been silent or dead for many years, exploded in the heart like gunpowder, causing every pore to expand violently and rapidly, exuding unprecedented heat.

The high fever that comes only after being exposed to the wind and cold, but because of a mouthful of steamed stuffed buns, the fever was unbearable.

What's different is that the blood rushed to the top of his head, and his previously chaotic thinking became more and more organized.

The little beggar fell ill.

It's a disease that hurts the field and wants to take out the whole heart.

After eating half a steamed stuffed bun, the one who came out of the alley was no longer a little beggar who could live every day, but a young girl who opened up love and care and looked forward to the day after day.

Later, the empress prepared two buckets of hot water for the little beggar.

One bucket washes away the filth, and the other soaks up the splendor.

But the empress did not let the little beggar throw away the tattered clothes she met for the first time, but pinched her face and let her keep it with a smile.

The little beggar knows that his lover is not a transvestite.

On the contrary, it is to cherish everything when the two meet, and to preserve the dignity for oneself, the dignity of a beggar.

Tears had already wet her dimples, Axi laughed uncontrollably, brushed every inch of the rags with her five fingers, and said calmly: "I will wait for me to change my clothes later, I will wear this old clothes so that His Majesty can see it at a glance, and then Hand in hand side by side, walk the Naihe bridge together, and drink Mengpo soup together."

"Master," the close palace bibi couldn't help sobbing, "I might say, there is still a glimmer of hope."

"When I was young, I was begging with a group of beggars. Even if I was starving to death, no one dared to eat red snakes." Axi shook his head, disheartened. You go out of the palace and find a good man;

If it was later, maybe he would be sent by Ren Shiqing to do hard work, or given to the eunuch as food. "

Gong Bi stood still for a moment, and could only leave with tears in his eyes.

At this time, a low-ranking maid bravely came in.

"Master, there is an old woman in Wang Village next door to my servant. She ate a poisonous fruit from the mountain by mistake and was about to die. Her daughter dug out a piece of meat from her elbow and mixed it with medicine. After drinking it, she was able to get out of bed the next day. , now the body is very strong...Your Majesty is a wise king, he treats the people of Yuqiong kindly, and this slave is willing to cut his flesh for the medicine."

A Xi opened his lips slightly, listening to every word in his heart, extremely shocked.Soon, she made a choice.

She has been favored for many years. If the empress did not give her a magnificent home, she would end up like other beggars. Hunger, cold, and sickness are always killing her. If she looks a little passable, she will be coerced by gangsters, trapped in a prison, and polluted for the rest of her life.

The empress is kind and affectionate to herself, even if she sacrifices her life, she will never take half a step back.

Then... the one who cuts the flesh must be himself!

Soon, someone was holding a robe and ran towards the pharmacy as if desperately.

The lowly servant didn't stop him, but stood up and brushed the dust off his knees.

Now that the mission is completed, she can't go back empty-handed. She groped into the room, followed a few gold hairpins and jade bracelets, and left lightly.

……

In the evening, Ah Xi was rushing with the decoction, just outside the palace gate, almost collided with Murong Anran who had returned from the palace, she let out an exclamation, and looked at the decoction in her hand in shock.

Fortunately, it's just getting out of the stars.

"Sorry, I was reckless and almost ran into a collision." Murong said Anran.

"It's okay, I sprinkled a little." Axi held the bowl in her right hand, and her left hand was hanging down unnaturally. She raised her face and asked, "Did you find the elixir?"

"I found it," the general couldn't help looking over. The other person's face was really not very good, his body was trembling, and the veins on his forehead were protruding, as if he was trying to hold on. She said with concern: "Take a good rest and don't think too much. Not a sure thing.”

"Understood," Axi gritted her teeth and nodded, with wet tears in her eyes, she took a small sip of the soup, choked up and said, "The soup is not poisonous, you can quickly take it to His Majesty to drink."

Murong Anran glanced at the heavily guarded guards, and comforted him: "Your Majesty didn't blame you, let's go in and have a look together."

"It's my fault in the end, I'm ashamed..." Axi bit her lip, tears welled up in her eyes, she lowered her face, handed the soup to Murong Anran, endured the severe pain in her arm, and said with difficulty: "I boiled the medicine, with a little thought, remember not to leave a drop."

The hand holding the jade bowl was trembling, Murong Anran had no choice but to take it, she brushed the person's shoulder, and quickly stepped inside.

A group of imperial doctors stood guard in the inner room, and when they saw the general approaching, they withdrew one after another.

Murong Anran stepped forward, sat down along the edge of the couch, took out the elixir from her bosom, stuffed it into the empress's mouth, fed the warm soup into it spoon by spoonful, wiped away the dirt on the corners of her mouth gently with a handkerchief, and The movements are extremely gentle and careful.

It's over, the general didn't leave, but tucked up the quilt for others, and stood aside quietly.

She is waiting for the so-called medicinal effect, which is just like the rumors - returning to Yang and prolonging life.

The dragon candle flickered, twists and turns, the empress on the sick bed, her lips were pale, the lines were deep, and the corners of her eyes and brows were full of unresolved sorrow.

Murong Anran stretched out her hand naturally, wanting to smooth out the two long eyebrows, the distance between the fingertips was an inch, but she stopped the movement helplessly.Although she can't be called a gentleman, at least she does what she says, and breaking up love is breaking up love.

Qin Yan felt that her chest was burning, and she felt uncomfortable inside and out. In the midst of being confused and tormented, she had several short dreams.

The mighty people are lined up neatly, and the young Murong is standing on the horse safely, full of vigor.

One person is wearing a dragon robe and a gorgeous and solemn jade crown, walking towards the general step by step.

That person, because it was Qiao Yulan.

As for Qin Yan herself, she was an outsider, standing not far away, envious of them in disappointment.

The empress took the horsewhip from the servant's hand, handed it over, and said with a smile: "I, I have not been on the throne for a long time, and I have never seen a sassy female general before. When I see it now, I am quite attracted to it."

A long distance away, Qin Yan blushed when she saw the young Murong Anran.

Taking a few steps back, the empress seemed to be full of confidence with her hands behind her back, like an order or a reminder, "Murong Anran, the wind and sand in the northwest are strong, don't ruin your appearance... I, I will wait for your triumphant return."

Murong Anran obviously couldn't bear the scorching gaze, sat on the horse and hesitated for a long time, finally nodded lightly, which was regarded as an agreement.

The ambiguous atmosphere attacked an outsider without reservation, and there were countless bubbles in his sore heart.

Yes, that was a sweet scene belonging to Qiao Yulan and Murong Anran, young and tender, afraid of being known by others, but excited and wanted to tell the world.

With aimless steps, Qin Yan walked to the imperial study room, her weird voice and expression poured out like a flood, and she didn't hide it at all.

The doors and windows were wide open, and she had to look.

Entering and humming, constitute an extremely attractive corner of the world of mortals.

Perhaps the belt could not be undone in time, so the dragon robe was hung on the waist, and the golden dragon on it was bumped and shaken.

The fragrant sweat dripped on the dragon's eyes, and the dragon's eyes were no longer scary, but begged for mercy with teary eyes.

The rhythm of the waves on the dragon robe is orderly and fierce, and the dragon claws are all curled by the turbulent river water.

A moment later, the golden dragon soared into the sky and flew into the sky, making several moving sounds amidst the clouds and rain.

It's not the roar of the tiger and the chant of the dragon, but a spring tide with rain that makes people fascinated.

Qin Yan couldn't help crying, she covered her mouth tightly, swallowed the bitter tone, tears welled up, dripping dust, like a heart, fell to pieces.

She didn't want to think about anything, she just kept crying, other than that, there was no way to relieve the pain in her heart.

After crying for an unknown amount of time, an unprecedented fire ignited behind her. Qin Yan accidentally stepped on the air with her feet, and she fell straight down.

It seems to have a big mouth, waiting at the bottom of the abyss.

The shining line of fire, the spread of the skirt, the blue silk like a butterfly, and the sinking body and mind all make people die with their hands tied.The moment of the weightless fall, a figure rushed over and stretched out a hand.

Unfortunately, it was too late, too slow.Murong Anran didn't grasp the slightest bit.

Under the rapid fire speed, the flesh gradually exploded, and the limbs gradually melted.

Fortunately, her ears hadn't been burned, her eyes hadn't been burnt out, she could hear Murong Anran's lung-piercing call, and she could see the grief of the other party crying.

At the moment when the figure of her lover is no longer seen, when her body is about to turn into ashes in the sky, and the moment when her soul flies away, Qin Yan brings out the unspoken words in her dream:

"I, I'm not reconciled!"

Qin Yan opened her eyes instantly, glanced at the person, then turned her body and spit out a big mouthful of black blood.

"Lanlan, are you awake?!" Murong Anran stepped forward anxiously, holding the empress's shoulder, extremely pleasantly surprised.

Is the real mixed with the unreal, or the unreal mixed with the real?

Qin Yan couldn't explain clearly... But she knew that she hadn't traveled back, but just wandered through the gate of hell, she was lucky to survive.

In this way, she cherishes the person in front of her very much.

"safely……"

"The minister is here."

Qin Yan weakly raised her arms and wrapped them around Murong Anran's neck, feeling extremely sad: "I dreamed of you...you..."

Murong Anran let someone hug her, she put her body down, put her elbows on both sides of the opponent's head, buried her face in the empress's ear, and asked softly: "What did you dream about? You? Who and who?"

Qin Yan shook her head, sobbed and changed her words, "I dreamed that I was buried in a sea of ​​flames and turned into ashes."

Two tears from different eyes merged into one place.

"There are still fireworks on Xu Shichen's clothes, which makes you fascinated." Murong Anran's eyes were red, and he said with distress: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, with the minister here, the nightmare will definitely not happen."

Qin Yan didn't intend to let go of people. When she was not sure whether she was out of danger, she wanted to say something and fight for someone, and she would never leave any regrets for herself. She was weak but firm, "Since I came When we come to this world, we will no longer talk about the past, no matter who we are with, we will only recognize you."

"What happened in the past can hurt me, but it can't defeat me."

"This time I wake up, I will be me, no longer Empress Yuqiong, just your 'wife' of Murong Anran."

Murong Anran had tears in her eyes, but remained silent.

After regaining some strength, Qin Yan used this strength on Murong Anran's body. She hugged him an inch in, chest to chest, and rubbed the brocade robe on the general's back with one hand.

Those who have tasted the front line of life and death can easily see through everything.Fortunately, Qin Yan was one of them.

She was no longer afraid of being found out, so she resolutely abandoned Qiao Yulan's regal tone, and picked up the tenderness that a lover should have, and began to blame him intermittently.

"Why were you so 'fierce' before? I was too jealous, and I suffered a lot. It hurts for a long time, so I won't allow it in the future. My body belongs to you. You can take it slowly step by step. There is plenty of time."

"The 'serious injury' incident is a turning point."

"It's only because of the wind and cold that someone didn't come to see it.

Unexpectedly, I lay on the couch all day, looking for someone's figure, listening carefully to the sound of footsteps outside, feeling frustrated and annoyed again and again. "

"I don't want to be wronged and admit defeat. It's obviously someone who made a mistake."

"But the more stubborn I am, the more I miss you."

"It's so good that the scar forgets the pain."

"I can't figure it out, how can you bear not to see me for so long, you don't owe me anything, at least... you still have love?"

"If you don't like me making out with other concubines, I will try my best to evade it, just return to the warm attitude before, and don't treat me with indifference."

"If you blame me for not being ambitious, I will admit it anyway. Frankly speaking, for you, I would rather be a foolish king, sleep until the sun is three poles, and not go to bed early."

"Yes, I just can't live without you, and want to be with you all the time...to be a person who can't be more vulgar."

……

Love words are like falling beans, repeatedly roasting people, Murong Anran raised his head from his neck, tears completely blurred his delicate face.

Under the eyelashes was an eager, expectant face.She was deeply touched, thinking that she would die immediately without any regrets.

A kiss fell heavily on the forehead of the beloved.

Tears kept falling like beads, and the chest seemed to be pierced. The dull and hard pain that had never been seen before gradually swallowed a fragile and promising body.

Murong Anran held the Empress's face in both hands, she almost lost her breath, she closed her eyes, and in the darkness, with a thousand arrows piercing her heart, she said, "Lan Lan, let's leave now..."