The Three Thousand Harem of the Fake Empress

Dressed in white clothes, stepping on heavy fallen leaves, came in style.The destination of Xu Xicong is very clear, it is Yunyu's residence - Yayuan.

Walking all the way, no one was worried. She learned from Xu Hui that although the empress had hope of being cured, there were still preparations to be made, and etiquette was indispensable for a state funeral.

In addition, at the new emperor's enthronement ceremony, no matter how sad the concubine Chen was, she still held on to her full energy and ordered people to draw up a process to stabilize the court.

When people entered Yayuan, Xu Xicong didn't rush forward. She stood in front of the landscape wall and watched people from afar.

Yunyu stood under the tree, with her dimples slightly upside down, her elbows bent, her red fingers pointing towards the void, and at her fingertips stood an extremely gorgeous blue butterfly, one person and one butterfly, silently looking at each other.

As the footsteps approached, the blue butterfly spread its wings and flew, lightly and gracefully, circled for a circle, and then landed on Yunyu's shoulder.

"Shouldn't you have a drink?"

"You mean tea," Yunyu turned her face away, understanding what Xu Xicong was referring to, she deliberately pretended to be stupid, "Or wine?"

Approaching against the wind, black hair fluttering in the air, white robe flitting around, showing off the delicate and soft bones, Xu Xicong said: "Naturally it is wine."

“How come you see?”

"Your Majesty will destroy your country and kill your compatriots. Now it is at stake. Why can't you have a drink?" Xu Xicong stepped forward and said seriously, "If it were me, I would drink and sing loudly to comfort the souls of my homeland."

Yunyu stared at the person, dressed in crescent moon white, without patterns or decorations, under the waterfall of blue hair, without hairpins or pearls, with makeup and rouge untouched, the crimson imprint half an inch on the forehead was particularly touching, she smiled and said: "Xu Xicong, you are very smart."

"Looks can't deceive people." Xu Xicong paused for a moment, couldn't help being curious, and simply asked, "Is this how you can forget your grievances?"

His eyes were faint, no waves were seen, a gust of autumn wind filled the sky, and the silver bell on his robe let out a wonderful sound, Yunyu straightened her waist, and said bluntly: "The hatred of the country and the family is the product of the torrent of dynasties. In this world, we have always been together for a long time." We will be united for a long time, His Majesty has good fortune, and he has protected thousands of people for decades, after her, Yuqiong will have 300 years of peace and prosperity."

Xu Xicong was surprised, his back went numb, and he said in a low voice, "You can actually calculate the next 300 years!"

"It's not difficult," Yunyu teased the butterfly on his shoulder, and said calmly, "Tell me the purpose."

"Save Your Majesty."

"It's quite straightforward," Yunyu raised her eyes, her cold eyes seemed to have weight, "How do you know that I can save His Majesty?"

"Is it very human to be able to do a tiger head dance?" Xu Xicong staggered people, rubbed shoulders with him, his eyes fell on the butterfly wings, and he said flatly, "As you said, there are many capable people and strange people in the world, and a little skill is nothing. In this deep autumn, when everything is withered, where is the 'Lanmo Buddha'?"

The blue butterfly seemed to understand human words, and spread its wings in response.Yunyu gently waved off the things on his shoulders, and continued to ask: "What else?"

"I occasionally heard that you drink morning dew and eat fruit for three meals. Over the years, your energy and blood are not empty. How can you explain it?"

Yunyu was silent.

There was no denying it, it just meant that there was a solution, Xu Xicong was surprised and happy in his heart, turned to face Yunyu, and said honestly: "I beg you."

"That's not necessary. Your Majesty's calamity is natural." Yunyu sighed and stretched out his palm. A maple leaf floated from a distance and fell into the palm of his hand. The watery eyes under his black eyebrows showed a trace of sadness. "But now, if I don't allow it, I can't lose my life."

The meaning of the words is that the empress will save the day, but Xu Xicong heard the helplessness and the series of turmoil that followed.

Behind the words, it means that now is not the time to lose your life.

Some people are crying, the road ahead is long, and the unknown storm is not terrible. What is heartbreaking is that they know that what they are going to face is the approaching death.

The shadow disappeared into the red maple sky, Yunyu looked at the red and majestic world above, even if Xu Xicong didn't come to beg her, how could she be indifferent.

To be able to reunite with the empress is already against the sky.

Save once, twice, three times...

It's just that there is no redemption, no reincarnation.

She was able to save the empress from the catastrophe and save the empress' life, but she felt powerless and sorry for the lives of other people.

Scattered fragments fell along the fingers, and the gears of fate have been on the predetermined track. Next, the fate is so cruel that people can't bear to look at it.

……

Xu Xicong left Yayuan, went round and round, and walked to the Empress's palace unconsciously. She was sad in the night after the sunset, and at this moment, she decided to open her heart to the Empress, explain the past clearly, and do not ask for forgiveness. But please have a clear conscience.

The moment she walked up the corridor, the quarrel inside made her stop, so she stood aside, saying that she had no intention or intention, and listened quietly.

The general stood alone, Qin Yan stared into the other's eyes in disbelief, thinking it was a joke, but couldn't wait to explain.

Struggling to get up, her body trembled violently, the residual poison in her body was not cleared, and she became dizzy for a while, Qin Yan resisted the turbulence in her stomach, and asked with difficulty: "Why... why?"

Murong Anran endured the pain, and said all the years of grievances, "Qiao Yulan, I will fight north and south for you, and if you win, you will enjoy a few times of pleasure, obedient like a cat; if you lose, you won't give in, let me Physically and mentally suffering...

In order to win your favor, to win your body and mind, no one in Yuqiong is as eager and eager as I am, even if I risk my life, I want to win! "

"What are you doing while I'm overwhelmed and seriously injured?"

"You are visiting Jiangnan privately, picking the oiran, and buying it at a high price; you are looking at the beggar, and bringing it back. What are their identities? How can you make concubines and concubines without any effort? Are you worthy of my blood?!"

"No, no!" Qin Yan hastily grabbed her sleeve, raised her haggard face, and pleaded, "That's me from before."

Murong Anran's heart ached.

At the moment when the sweetheart was vulnerable and his body was as loose as sand, he did not give infinite consideration and tenderness, but turned his words into blades, one knife after another, cut off cruelly, could not turn back, but cut the mess quickly, and said the most cruel and heartless words if.

She knew very well that it was impossible for her to be with the Empress.

Qiao Jiuyou will not let her go, because love breeds hatred, she will definitely do treasonous things to Murong and Qiao, not to mention that the concubines headed by Concubine Chen will definitely not tolerate her, and there is no place for her in the harem.

Breaking up is precisely the biggest punishment for oneself, and it can also be regarded as an explanation to tens of thousands of dead souls.

For the safety of the empress, she still needs to point the blade at the heart's heart, and send it another three inches.

"It was you, Qiao Yulan, in the past," Murong Anran plucked up her courage, and continued to reprimand: "Lust is your nature. Isn't it enough to have so many concubines in the harem? You still ask for the beauty of Liang Guo. You know, I was almost blocked because of her." cut?"

After all, the general lifted up his clothes, and there was a water snake-like scar across his abdomen, extending from the left side of his waist to the right, across the entire white abdomen, and asked, "How did you do it? Walking under the moon, The words are tender and the kiss is affectionate."

Murong Anran looked sideways and saw the Son of Heaven Sword on the wall, strode over, quickly took it off, the sword came out of its sheath, and the cold light loomed, she stuffed the handle of the sword into the empress's hand, and shouted angrily: "If you love me, you want to be with me forever , pick up the knife now, kill the concubine Yao, and avenge me."

"No...don't...I can't." Qin Yan put aside the cold weapon and gave a warning. The long sword fell to the ground and made a piercing sound. Her five fingers climbed up the cuff bit by bit, hoping to touch it. Murong Anran's hands, extravagantly begging for some gentleness, chapped lips, begging aggrievedly, "Anran, she is not wrong... It was the previous "I" who was wrong. You can't kill someone because of your jealousy, I Can't do it."

Tightly pursing the line of her lips, Murong Anran looked directly at him coldly, forcing the other party to make a so-called choice.

Qin Yan couldn't kill an innocent woman at will in response to her lover's request. She had a conscience. Although impersonating Qiao Yulan was extremely shameless, she would never be able to kill someone.

"An Ran, can you not kill her?"

Murong Anran sneered, she expected that the Empress would not kill Yunyu no matter what, she just used this as one of the excuses to break up.

"Look, people will always change. It's like the empress who used to be all-powerful, but now begs me humbly for a demon concubine. To put it bluntly, you are using me."

"No..." Qin Yan quickly told Murong Anran that she was not an emperor, and all those exploits and ruthlessness came from Qiao Yulan.

But she couldn't say anything, she couldn't mention a single word, she was not only worried about her own life, but she didn't want to lose the sweet days she had stolen earlier.

Tears blurred his vision, sobbing again and again, diffused.

After a while, Qin Yan raised her pale dimples, pulled Murong Anran's sleeves, and said in an almost begging tone, "I'll let someone send Yunyu out of the palace immediately, okay? I'll make you a concubine right away, okay? Don't be angry." OK, okay?"

Murong Anran was condescending, and his emotions on the surface seemed simple, but in fact, his heart had already collapsed.

A lover is like an ant, with tearful eyes and pleading voices, but because of his few words, there is no trace of the majesty of the king left, and he has been reduced to this appearance.

How pitiful and pathetic!

Kissing, hugging, and some subtle movements can save her from fire and water, but now her eyes are blurred, her fingers cannot be touched, her hair cannot be touched, and she has to stab her word after word, Murong Anran really feels very distressed.

However, the blade has already been released, and there is no room for maneuver.

"If you keep saying you love me, you are reluctant to kill someone, what kind of love is that?"

Murong Anran leaned down, stared at a pair of red and swollen eyes, held the empress's chin, and said coldly: "If you don't kill Yunyu, you are betraying me, forgive me for being so violent, I want to abandon you, a sentimental emperor!"

"An Ran...I don't understand you anymore, you didn't have this attitude before."

Tortured by illness, her skinny hand touched her heart, Qin Yan covered the colic pain inside, and said with tears: "We don't care about the past, An Ran, my heart hurts because of you."

Murong Anran turned the empress's face to the side, stood up straight, and said tauntingly: "The matter has come to this, instead of waiting in the harem, why not recruit some beauties in the general's mansion to make you happy, won't it be more than what you give?"

"You... what do you mean?"

"I have seen through the emperor's sentimentality, and now I don't want to mix with you. I am shameless and dirty day and night. Please share your cheap and overflowing love with those vulgar people who live by it."

The palm of her hand loosened slightly, and it slipped from the edge of her robe. Qin Yan wanted to escape, but refused to face the cruelty. She was still deceiving herself, "I don't understand what you are talking about..."

Murong Anran waved his sleeves resolutely, "You know what I'm talking about."

With no power to resist, Qin Yan sat paralyzed on the couch, her heart was pierced like a knife, her face was drooping, her black hair covered her dimples, the empty and lonely hall echoed with the sobs of an emperor, round after round. .

The dragon candle melted, and the wax beads rolled down one by one, and Qin Yan's tears also broke.After a long while, she raised her teary eyes tremblingly, and asked bluntly, "That is to say, you don't want me anymore?"

To put it bluntly, it is the most deadly.

"Yes," Murong Anran turned around, choked with sobs, and plunged the "blade" straight into the empress' heart, "I despise you, I don't want you anymore."

As a result, the course of the rest of their lives was determined between tongues.

With one word, Qin Yan burst into tears.

……

Murong Anran strode out from the hall with tears all over his face.

When she saw Xu Xicong standing aside, she hurriedly wiped her eyes with her cuff, and quickly passed by without saying a word.

Xu Xicong didn't go in immediately, she was outside the hall, waiting for the empress's crying to subside.

This wait, a full two hours.

Xu Xicong heard the quarrels, complaints and pleadings in the room, adding to the pain inside.

Her heart was given to the empress, and all the empress' sorrow was sent back. Under the huge shock, her body was filled with the sadness and despair of her lover.

She understands her pain.

In this deep palace, love entanglements have never been a matter between two people, but anyone who is deeply emotional will definitely be covered with bruises.

From far to near, on the sick bed, a face cannot feel vitality.

Xu Xicong was sitting beside the couch, wearing a white robe. He pulled one hand between his hands and wrapped it in the palm of his hand. With his lips close together, he kept breathing hot air into it. When it was warmer, she couldn't help kissing the back of the Empress's hand and said softly: " My uncle is the prime minister, but my father is not a student, tried and tested repeatedly, and found a hard job to do, my mother was often looked down upon and looked down upon by my sister-in-law, but I did not spread the grievances I have suffered for many years on my father."

"In the twelfth lunar month of winter, my father came back late at night, and my mother opened the door happily, took the cloak, took my father's hand, and put it on her lips to warm it repeatedly."

"Later, my mother died of illness, and my father went mad.

He ran around madly, complaining to everyone that he had cold hands, and begging others to heal for him, but no one paid any attention to a lunatic.Uncle imprisoned him for the sake of face. "

"In the winter of that year, I saw him for the last time, imitating my mother's actions, and took a few breaths. He cried and told me that he was still very cold, almost desperately cold, and couldn't stand it for a moment... After that, In front of me, decisively, head-on to death."

The five fingers in both palms made some movements, Xu Xicong put his hands on his face, and said calmly: "I was young at the time and didn't understand the meaning. Times have changed, and I never thought that I would come to this step.

If His Majesty goes away, Xi Cong will definitely follow, but I don't follow my father's example and live for half a year before chasing my mother. "

"You...why bother." Qin Yan looked at the resplendent sky, hoarse voice, powerlessly said: "That day, I didn't kill Tang Zhenhong, I just wanted to leave you a way out. You have feelings for him, I don't want to kill them all, and I don't want you to leave regrets in vain.

If the other party sincerely reforms, I want to fulfill it selfishly, so that you can leave this prison in Kyoto, have children, and have a happy life for the rest of your life. "

It was expected that Xu Xicong was extremely intelligent, never expecting such thoughts from the empress, she immediately burst into tears.

Only this time, in the bitter liquid, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, which was a relief after many misunderstandings were resolved.

"I lured him out on purpose. I wanted to use him to test your majesty's attitude. If you care about your concubine, you will punish Tang Zhenhong severely. Unexpectedly, your majesty neither killed nor beat him. At that time, my concubine didn't see it lightly and was sad for a long time. .”

After finishing speaking, Xu Xicong bent down, leaned his face against the empress' arm, and narrowed his clear and charming Danfeng long eyes.

That private meeting with someone was just to ask my heart again, whether there was any remaining emotion left.

The disgusting moment of hugging with Tang Zhenhong made everything clear.

"safely."

"My concubine is here."

The person on the sickbed closed his crying eyes, touched Xu Xicong's black hair in the dark, and said slowly, "You, wait for me to recover."

"it is good."

Qin Yan was not indifferent to the deep affection in front of her eyes. She was resolutely abandoned by one person and fell in love with another deeply.

Fate is so impermanent, the one I love will ruthlessly push her into the abyss.At the moment of swaying and falling, someone danced with him without hesitation.

A friend in need is a friend, probably so.

Her heart was still hurting, Qin Yan was annoyed at Murong Anran's unreasonable and capricious, after all, she felt that they were completely strangers, the kisses and caresses were all due to the long-lonely exile of the flesh/body, and the heart was not attached. Shangxin, after a distance of hundreds of thousands of miles, it is easy to say the breakup.

A bunch of cruel words, physically and mentally messed up.

Sarcasm, anger, questioning, persecution, ruthlessness, all methods that can hurt people, have been used one by one, and they must be cut off.

In fact, that person doesn't have to be like this.

You can skip the previous words that the blade is the same, and simply give a concluding remark.

Such "fierceness" did not leave any room for them to maneuver in the future.

Qin Yan didn't need any room anymore, her heart belonged to Murong Anran's field, and no sprouts could grow anymore, because she had poured too much unfeeling, unfeeling is poison, which penetrated layer by layer.

More than half of her heart died.

However, I don't know how long it will take before I can recover the sincere, passionate and unreserved love for someone.

This is the sorrow of being a counterfeit. From the beginning to the end, I didn't know how to measure it. I didn't understand how much to give and how much to keep... so that I was caught off guard and faced unbearable pain.

Qin Yan has always hated bastards who play with other people's feelings at will, and has always sympathized with the weak who are abandoned at will.

She and Murong Anran were walking on this road, but sadly, in just a few days, they came to the end.

In the endless sad autumn wind, grief, indignation and unwillingness are like mountains, rising steadily.

It's not that I'm not loved by anyone, or hurt by anyone, and I'm not a shameless person who only cries and begs blindly.

Now, she is an emperor, not a shrew and a resentful spouse.

Qin Yan wanted to take revenge on Murong Anran, not only making her suffer, but also making her ugly!

People, only when they are completely injured, will they fight back.

In this world, there has never been a white dove that is not dyed black!