The Three Thousand Harem of the Fake Empress

In the cold morning, when the fog was thick and thick, Ah Xi couldn't bear his temper, and with the help of a maid, he walked towards the palace of Concubine Chen.

Being so anxious, it's not that the Empress has indulged in poetry for a few days, to the point of infuriating.

There is a long distance between her and Ren Shiqing's courtyard. When night comes, everything is silent, and the other party's extremely shameless voice can be heard from time to time.

While being angry, Ah Xi sympathized with Murong Anran.

Today, the general has become a laughing stock inside and outside the palace, acting as a servant who keeps silent every night, and even listens to the tide of poetry.

Ah Xi paused, and couldn't help but said to the maid next to him: "Your surname is Ren, you can't do it yourself, and there are people standing outside, so you don't have to show off... Murong Anran is really useless, he actually endured a few night."

The maid nodded in agreement, carefully supporting the man, "The general used to be very favored by the empress, what's the matter now?"

"Your Majesty is also a woman, so she doesn't want to be wanted. She Murong Anran has plenty of strength, why can't she serve His Majesty comfortably? If there is any deep hatred, let's get over it once and let it go." Axi wrapped her water-red peach petal fluffy cloak tightly The more I think about it, the more irritable I become, "When the villain gains power, I get angry."

"Master, don't be angry. You always eat the same three meals a day. Sooner or later you will get tired of it, and the more you eat, the faster you will get tired of it. It's only reasonable to keep it flowing."

These words persuaded Ah Xi, she let go of her anger a little bit, faced the mist, squinted her eyes, thought for a moment, and guessed: "Why did the general suddenly break with your majesty? One kill makes poetry proud."

"Could it be that you have been a general for a long time, you have a tough temper, you don't know how to lower your posture to please, and you offend him?"

"It should be right," the maid looked at the other party with bitter eyebrows, feeling unwilling, "It means that the injury on the master's arm is still not healed, and he can't compete with the concubine Ren. It’s a pity to snatch it away.”

"It's really a pity," Axi touched his left arm, hissed coldly, and became annoyed, "Obviously he's almost healed, but for some reason, the wound started to fester again. It's late autumn now, and the first snow is about to fall, so it shouldn't be like this .”

The maid supported her and comforted her: "Master, don't worry, there is an imperial physician to rectify it, because there is no harm..."

Before they finished speaking, the master and servant saw a figure in the mist of Feiliu.

Xu Xicong walked slowly by himself, Xu looked like the fairy in the painting, Axi couldn't help but look at it carefully, he was wearing a gold-rimmed light green orchid brocade robe, covered with white plum blossom gauze, and tied a green silk sash around his waist. Chasing after two strings of tiny pearls, the three thousand blue silks are only slightly held by Liuyun gold hairpins, a little powder is applied on the face, and the whole person is clear and thorough.

There is only one step between the two parties, and it is not the benefit of the competitive relationship, it is revealed that they can walk together and complain by the way.

"I see that your complexion is not good." Xu Xicong said.

"Too noisy to sleep."

Xu Xicong smiled slightly, her phoenix eyes curved on Fenze's face, she stared at the thin white frost under her feet, and said in a low voice, "Is it because of Ren Shiqing?"

"Who else can do that!"

Xu Xicong couldn't hear the dirty words, and Yudi blushed brightly from the inside out, "Don't worry about it, His Majesty likes her, so follow her."

"Your Majesty likes it if he likes it, and I'm not jealous. It's just that I let poetry go too far, and I'm favored when I'm favored. Why do you call it so coquettish! I'm afraid I don't know that she is having fun with Your Majesty..."

Without rebuttal, the bright eyes under the eyelashes flickered a few times, Xu Xicong lightly pursed his thin crimson lips, "Actually, this is not a good thing."

"Of course it's not a good thing," Ah Xi didn't hear the ambiguity. He stepped on the thin frost on the soles of his feet, thinking deeply. Suppressing from the side, she said: "Is it the same purpose for Wenfei and I to go to the palace of Concubine Chen?"

Xu Xicong knew the other party's intentions well, and he understood the other party's intentions. There was indeed a lot of movement in the garden. Although the palace was not as majestic and quiet as the imperial palace, it caused gossip to some extent and damaged the royal face.

As for why she didn't pay attention, because of the disputes in the harem, she didn't want to get involved at all, she silently guarded the empress, and was satisfied with seeing the empress from time to time, so she calmly said: "The purpose of my coming is different from yours."

"I haven't said anything about the purpose yet, how does Sister Wenfei know it's different?"

Ah Xi was a little unhappy, and even fancied that the other party would unite with her, and sued Ren Shiqing for his love, but she didn't expect to be rejected outright, she still didn't give up, and tried from the side, "Aren't you afraid that your Majesty's wisdom will be damaged? I don't know. People, thought they entered the brothel by mistake."

"No one is perfect, so don't be too harsh." Xu Xicong shook her head, the tiny drops of water on her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she said coldly: "This turmoil will not last long, in my opinion, Your Majesty's "Enthusiasm" is a bit of a whim, and love will eventually be flat."

Axi also believed in this kind of rhetoric.

But I am not someone like Xu Xicong, I can't bear the favor of my "husband", and have been taken away by others. She can want nothing, but she can't live without the empress' favor.

Ah Xi was a little bit reluctant, she knew Xu Xicong's status and choice of words were very important.

Concubine Chen has always asked for his opinion, but the Empress often followed her heart and continued to poke secretly: "Wiseness aside for now, Your Majesty stays in the concubine's room for several days in a row, and if you don't rest in moderation, you may hurt yourself."

Someone smiled awkwardly.

Shaoqing, Xu Xicong answered cleanly, almost making Ah Xi angry, the other party only said four words, then lightly closed his red lips, and stopped talking.

--' Just keep warm. '

……

The footprints of Baishuang were trampled all over the place, and the two stood outside the Hall of Concubine Chen.

Soon, word came from inside that the Prince Regent, Qiao Jiuyou, was discussing matters inside, so today's greetings were avoided.

Axi and Xu Xicong understood that they were the empress' concubines after all, and it was inconvenient to participate in occasions with Qiao Jiuyou, so they said goodbye and went separately.

Xu Xicong, who was walking under the palace wall, looked up at the sky rarely.

Soon there was a long sigh.

If the Empress really loves Ren Shiqing and is extremely favored, she doesn't need to arrange for Murong Anran to stay by her side, that would be a blatant humiliation and frank ridicule to the latter.

□□The starting point is wrong, so what about love?

Sadly, the authorities are fans!

The four directions are hazy, with no way forward, and people who are trapped in it think that love/desire is so majestic and vast, wrapping themselves tightly.

In the end, I'm afraid it's just a little bit of desire.

Fortunately, some people have simple minds and cannot see the reason. They mistakenly think that the empress really hates the general. If they know the truth... Xu Xicong dare not think about it.

The blue hair floats in the mist, and there is a hint of helplessness on the thin dimple. She can only pray secretly, hoping that everything will not be broken, and that she will never be able to see through the heart of the empress with her poetic feelings.

Xu Xicong thought as he walked, the empress is very different from before, not only in character, but also in her attitude towards feelings.

The all-powerful emperor had a much weaker heart, and the empress, who never begged for others, was very surprised by her begging that night. She never thought that she would be so weak and pitiful.

"It's really hard to explain..." Xu Xicong couldn't figure it out, maybe he didn't know much about the empress, and didn't know the deep friendship between them, because it was like this.

In my own opinion, if the Empress's current situation is followed, a thoughtful word from the general, and a gesture of hugging someone in his arms, will turn around and regain her previous love.

After finishing this step, hatred and desire are ignited at the same time, and after a long time of holding back, it is bound to erupt.

Then the Empress's next step will be to put aside her face and dignity, and seduce her nakedly. The moment she is seduced, she may pretend to abandon her again and again, making it extremely difficult for the general.

At that time, the desire between the two will burn like never before.

Thinking of this, Xu Xicong lowered his cold and cold Yudi, his heart couldn't help feeling sour.

But she thought, if the empress could reconcile with the general and see her beloved with a sincere smile, she would be petty to be jealous.

It's a pity that the wise man missed one thing.

In this palace, the empress is not the only one who dares to take the advice of the general.

……

Qiao Jiuyou walked out of Concubine Chen's residence, dressed in a purple gold-plated robe embroidered with dark dragons and auspicious clouds, with a gold silk belt of the same color around her waist, and her long black hair was tied with a red treasure purple gold crown, which was extraordinarily luxurious.

The maid tied a bright yellow brocade and rolled wool cape on her, and she didn't go anywhere, but went straight to Ren Shiqing courtyard.

If the calculation is correct, the first person to walk out of the room later will not be someone else, but the one who is bound to win.

The morning mist didn't seem to subside in the slightest. Countless tiny water droplets lingered on the fingertips and hair, and the dew wet the brocade robe. Qiao Jiuyou stood with his hands behind his back, waiting patiently.

After a while, following the creak of the palace door, the tired man strode out.

Murong Anran's face was complicated and ugly, needless to say that he had to stand up all night for several days, every gasp, every heavy blow, it was as if he was being whipped again and again, lashing his face and feeling sore in his heart.

Escaping at a fast pace, she bumped into someone, and when she fixed her body, it was Qiao Jiuyou!

The general quickly took a step back and stared blankly at the person.

"That's right, I waited for you on purpose," Qiao Jiuyou looked at the Master's brows and eyes, bloodshot, tired, and a little red and swollen around, she secretly rejoiced in her heart, everything seemed to be God's will, everything went smoothly, in the chaos and difficulty In the relationship of nonsense, I got the greatest benefit, "Anran, you are the god of war Yuqiong, Qiao Yulan went up the mountain of swords and down the sea of ​​arrows for her, and you just treat you like this? A lowly slave, you can't do that... ..."

"You don't need to provoke me, I will accept any order from the Empress." Murong Anran turned her face away, and couldn't help laughing at herself, "Less what's more, there is no need to go up the mountain of knives or down the sea of ​​arrows, risking your life... relaxed and comfortable , isn't it?"

"An Ran, you don't need to be so false. The person who knows you best is actually me, although you have never believed it..."

Qiao Jiuyou sneered, revealing the charming and naive appearance of the past, but her eyes were squinting with disdain, she sighed and said: "The straightforward evidence is that I can easily hold your weakness and precisely grasp you Where it hurts, or it hits, or stings, or makes you want to die."

"Qiao Jiuyou, what exactly do I owe you?" Murong Anran was very sad, "You want to treat me like this?!"

"No, you don't owe me at all," Qiao Jiuyou watched gently through the thick fog, "It's my fault, the fault lies in loving you wholeheartedly."

"Stubborn, perverted!"

Accusing Qiao Jiuyou won't hurt half a point. In this world, she is fearless and invincible.

The air current was flowing rapidly, and wisps of blue silk fluttered with the wind. Qiao Jiuyou stretched out his palm and let the hourglass-like water droplets shuttle through his fingertips. from the past.

"Young seeds germinate tenaciously in the lonely, cold, lewd | chaotic palace; grow silently in the dark corner where you can't talk for a long time and can't see the light.

Maybe it was not well-guided, and I couldn't ask for someone's half-inch gaze. It is undeniable... It looks a little deformed, and the flowers that bloom naturally have an evil darkness. "

"I often think, why didn't this love die halfway?

Because when I was young, those servants said, I am the next empress, I should do whatever I want, take what I like, and don’t care about other people’s feelings. This is the right and preferential treatment given to the emperor by God. "

"I think it's very reasonable. It's more penetrating than what those people in the Imperial Academy said."

Murong Anran couldn't help cursing, "Those slaves are talking nonsense. The emperor needs to be upright and take the world as his own responsibility. If he relies on imperial power to plunder blindly, he will lose people's hearts!"

"Zhang Wenliang also said what you said..." Qiao Jiuyou smiled lightly, and added: "But I didn't think it was right, so he died suddenly."

"Zhang Wenliang's death was caused by you alone?" Murong Anran was shocked, she took a few steps back, her mind was shaken again, Shaoqing, she couldn't help rushing forward and roaring, "He's the master! Your husband! He is a great Confucian in the world!"

Qiao Jiuyou raised one corner of his mouth, raised his face, looked at the person squarely, shrugged his shoulders, and spoke very easily, "Whoever he is, those who follow me prosper, and those who oppose me perish, it's as simple as that."

Being able to talk about murder so easily, without a trace of remorse in his words and deeds, what's more, he could see a trace of complacency. For the first time, Murong Anran was afraid of Qiao Jiuyou and Qiao Jiuyou who held the imperial power in his hands.

Before the words were finished, someone continued to add, "I was heartbroken when you and your majesty were having fun in the imperial study. At that time, a servant said eight words, which made me happy, It made me regain my hope, and I immediately recommended him as the head of the palace, and bestowed dozens of beauties... Look, this is the one who obeys me, and he will rise to the top and become prosperous once in a while."

Murong Anran staggered, unwilling to listen to Qiao Jiuyou's viciousness.Killing the tutor and doting favor on the eunuch is probably the tip of the iceberg of his crimes.

Obviously, the other party is hopeless.

Seeing people leave in a daze, Qiao Jiuyou didn't stop her. She lowered her head and played with the jade dragon on her thumb, and said calmly: "An Ran, you have spent ten years of hard work to calm down the world, and you will definitely not see the people being displaced again... If you mess with me Be happy, I don’t want to trouble your old father either. It’s meaningless to repeat the means. I will impose all the suffering that I can’t ask for on the ants, so that they will suffer again-displaced and separated from their wives.”

"As a great general, you know the horrors of dead bodies everywhere and people's intestines everywhere!"

Murong Anran stopped abruptly, gritted her back molars, and touched her waist with her right hand consciously. Unfortunately, she didn't wear a knife, so she couldn't kill the people behind her quickly.

"Don't be in a hurry to kill me," Qiao Jiuyou stared at the tall body full of killing intent, and said with a smile, "Why does the emperor want to be accompanied by a beautiful woman? It's just for fun. When you're in a good mood, why would you want to bleed? Wouldn’t it be nice to be comfortable and happy? Do you have to work hard, playing here and there?”

The meaning is very obvious, that is, to force people to submit.

Murong Anran looked up in a sense of loss as if all the bones had been removed from her body.

"An Ran, I will wait for you in the palace, and use the body of the next emperor to soothe your wounds and wipe away your shame... Don't you hate her? Do you want to make a clean break with her? Come on, come with me Once you have sex/love once, it will be impossible for you to get back together with her!"

The figure disappeared quickly. Qiao Jiuyou raised his chin, rubbed his fair neck that was a little itchy from the fluff, and silently recited the eight characters of the slave, "Under the imperial power, death or subjugation."

The general will surrender sooner or later, but some people must die.Because the regent Yuqiong didn't look down on those lowly fates at all.

In the mist that cannot be dispelled, someone said happily: "The first snow is coming, so let's sacrifice one's life and express your feelings."