The Three Thousand Harem of the Fake Empress

The north wind howled all night, and the inside and outside of the capital turned white all night.

Early in the morning, the maids entered the Yuzhu Hall one by one with the belongings in their hands.

Not long after Xu Xicong got up, a trace of tiredness hung on her dimple, she asked the maid to leave, leaving Feng Xi alone.

The dressing table was full of jewels, hairpins and hairpins arranged neatly. Xu Xicong stared blankly for a while, then stretched out his white as jade hand to put them away one by one.

Feng Xi understood, combed her shiny black hair into a simple half-moon bun, took out a white chrysanthemum flower from the bottom drawer, and put it on.

"How was your Majesty last night?"

Feng Xi washed the handkerchief, and responded: "I heard from sister Xiangying that it is okay, but I fell asleep before three o'clock, facing the inside, and did not move."

After hearing this, Xu Xicong shook his head, his face was full of loneliness, she knew that the man was sleepless all night.

Feng Xi stopped his movements, thought for a moment, and couldn't help asking: "Master, what happened yesterday, how do you know that inviting the concubine Chen can resolve the crisis?

According to what you said, His Majesty is no longer the former His Majesty, Concubine Chen will not be ignorant.It surprised me that she could figure it out. "

"Your Majesty is indeed not the former Qiao Yulan," Xu Xicong smiled helplessly, and said in debt, "After all, it was my selfishness that forced Feng Yan to admit it."

"So how do you say that?" Feng Xi was puzzled.

After receiving the hot handkerchief, Xu Xicong covered his slender hands, and looked at the sky along the window, Shaoqing, she added: "I asked you to send the letter to Sister Concubine Chen, which explained everything. I am frank, Your Majesty is not Qiao Yulan, I gave it to you." She has two paths.

The first one is to kill the counterfeit and let Qiao Jiuyou take the throne, but the life and death of the latter is unknown, and the rumors are in the air, so it is no longer suitable.

However, there is no co-author for the new emperor, and the empress hastily disappeared, Murong Anran was seriously injured again, and the ruling and opposition parties may be in chaos. "

"With Concubine Chen in charge of the overall situation, how can there be chaos?"

Xu Xicong sighed softly, and pointed to something in his words, "You look at the tranquil snow all around, but there are thousands of insects, ants, snakes and scorpions buried under the snow. Once the stinging time comes, the spring thunder arrives, and with the right time, place and people, they break out of the ground. It's the current situation."

"Someone wants to rebel!" Feng Xi exclaimed, "Who is it?"

"It doesn't matter who they are," Xu Xicong narrowed his eyes, "They can't talk about rebellion. According to the judgment given by later generations, the definition of these rebellious officials and thieves by later generations is because they follow the trend."

"Ah? This..." Feng Xi was completely confused, "It's impossible to say that black is white!"

Xu Xicong smiled wryly, handed over the handkerchief, and looked at the girl who was ignorant of worldly affairs. Originally, she didn't want to say a few words, but she had too many words in her heart, and no one could confide in them. And it is yang, women are earth and they are yin.

If you stand in today's year and look forward, which dynasty or generation is not the man as the emperor, and the woman as the vassal, or even inferior? "

"Only Yuqiong dares to defy the way of heaven and defy the will of the heavens. Women are Yang and emperors. This courage to open up the world is unprecedented. Once it is overthrown, it will be difficult to establish a dynasty dominated by women again."

"Men in future generations must take this as a warning, be careful everywhere, and guard against it. It is absolutely impossible for a woman to be the emperor again, hugging and dominating."

"Since this is the case, how can future generations agree with the Empress's passage when men are the heavens...

The rebels are the pioneers of male kingship, and the pen is in their own hands. How can they write the word "rebellion"? "

"By the way, take a man and ask them, and only eight words will appear in their mouths - follow the heavens and answer the law, set things right."

Feng Xi was enlightened, "That is to say, all the painstaking efforts of the late Emperor Canghuang will be wasted, and the woman will fall into the dust again, and the man will be majestic and majestic, serving as the court and officials, and we will become his vassals and private belongings. We can be humiliated and bullied. It can be played or sold.”

Xu Xicong said sadly: "At that time, the laws and treaties that are beneficial to women may be reduced to ashes.

I wrote these to Feng Yan, she is a lady of every family, she is familiar with ancient and modern times, so she naturally understands.

The second way, I let her recognize your Majesty, can at least continue what Emperor Canghuang or Qiao Yulan have done for Yuqiong.It is clear at a glance who is light and who is heavy. "

"Actually, you don't need to write the second article. The first article is enough." Feng Xi sighed, "Come down, slowly choose a new emperor, and then choose an opportunity to assist him in the upper position. Yuqiong will no longer be turbulent and crumbling."

With a hot handkerchief covering his face, in the dark, in order to gain everyone's trust, someone swears a poisonous oath in public, which makes Xu Xicong very uncomfortable and admired.

She admitted that in this world, the only person who loves Qiao Yulan the most is Feng Yan.

His eyes were moist, and Xu Xicong closed them. After all, he fell in love with the counterfeit and forced Feng Yan to do this.

This time, my own intelligence became a sharp blade of selfishness, and in the final analysis, it hurt many people.

……

After cleansing the noodles, Xu Xicong only applied jade ointment to the noodles without applying any powder. She got up and walked to the small couch.

Xiang Ying saluted Concubine Wen respectfully, and said sadly, "Your Majesty had a quarrel with the civil servants in the morning."

Xu Xicong couldn't help but thumped in his heart, "What? There's an argument, why?"

"Your Majesty..." Xiangying raised her eyes and whispered; "She wants to make a concubine the empress."

Xu Xicong was startled suddenly.

"For this matter, there are endless debates, and some officials are still admonishing them to death," Xiangying said anxiously: "Your Majesty is irritable, and after retreating from the court, he locked himself in the palace again, and no one was seen.

The little one doesn't know what to do, I can't ask Concubine Chen about this matter, counting and counting, only you have a way to resolve it. "

Xu Xicong looked at the anxious man, and he felt a little helpless when something happened suddenly.

She put down the bowls and chopsticks, and slowly combed through to find out the problem.

The key to this matter is that civil servants always feel that yin and yang are out of balance, out of balance, and the fate of the country is hindered.

The second is that those old and stubborn people feel that they have lost face. Looking around the world, it is already a great thing for a woman to be an emperor and a concubine.No matter how blatantly setting up a woman as a queen, it really becomes the land of obscene | mirrors in the mouths of foreigners.

This was also the reason why Qiao Yulan did not make Fengyan her queen.

Thinking of this, Xu Xicong showed some smiles. Her lover is so bold and open-minded, adding warmth to people's hearts.

Concubine Chen was naturally unwilling, and she resolutely refused entirely out of consideration for Jiangshan Sheji, but she might not be deeply moved.

"I know about this matter. It's not easy to seal the empress. There needs to be an advance or retreat." Xu Xicong said politely: "Go back and rest assured Your Majesty. I'm here to say that her wish will come true!"

"Thank you, Concubine Wen!"

Xiangying saluted again, knowing that it was right for her to save Concubine Wen. Inside and outside the palace, she was the only one who was never procrastinating in her actions.

At this moment, the servant hurried over again, looking for Xiangying, who didn't let her pass the message quietly, and responded verbatim in front of Xu Xicong.

"The big thing is wrong, Your Majesty... His Majesty only took two guards... out of the palace, and didn't explain anything."

The waiter looked flustered, Xu Xicong looked cold, she took a bite of the still warm white porridge.

Xiangying couldn't help asking: "Your Majesty is not worried about Your Majesty..."

"Are you afraid that she will pick up the pick?" Xu Xicong picked up the chopsticks and tender bamboo shoots, put them in his mouth and chewed them slowly, facing the anxious servants, his mood was not moved by them, and after swallowing the food, she said: "Since your majesty is willing to sit on the dragon chair again It's impossible to just walk away, who else is outside the palace? Who else can lead her to look at it on the day when the empress is established?"

"Murong...Murong safe?" Xiangying asked in surprise.

"That's right," Xu Xicong said unhurriedly, "Just order the Imperial Forest Army to follow far away, nothing else is necessary."

"Yes, little one understands."

After the two left, Xu Xicong abandoned all the maids and left herself in the room alone. She looked at the ginger silk peanuts on the plate, picked them up with her chopsticks, and said to herself, as if her mood was caught by the wind: It is the fourth concubine, and there is no position for Murong Anran. Now two have passed away, and one has been promoted, leaving the position of the third concubine. Can someone spend ten years of hard work trying to find a concubine? Unfortunately, time has passed, things are different, people are different, She will not appreciate your kindness. On the contrary, you have to be prepared to be hurt. Because she is different from me, I love you; she loves Qiao Yulan."

……

Qin Yan was standing beside Murong Anran's bed, looking at her upper body wrapped in white gauze, it was a lie that her heart didn't hurt, but it was hard to utter the words of concern.

"What are you doing here?"

The words without a trace of emotion have already explained everything, Qin Yan still refuses to give up, the time God gave her is running out, she is under pressure to make Concubine Chen the empress, and she wants to make up for a little debt.

Facing the first person she fell in love with through time travel, she delusionally hoped that she could get some warmth from him.

"Come and see you."

Murong Anran turned sideways to face Lengbi, and asked bluntly: "Lan Lan, where did you get me?"

Qin Yanzhi couldn't escape the questioning, she was like a child who made a mistake, she held the corner of the golden dragon robe, lowered her head and said in aggrieved way: "I don't know... the first day I entered here was the day you brought Yunyu back, I don't know anything about it before. I didn't kill anyone, and when I woke up... I was Qiao Yulan when I woke up."

"Oh! I am Qiao Yulan..." Murong Anran got up, supported her skinless spine, turned her body with difficulty, and slowly got down on the couch with her bare feet. With no way out, Qin Yan's face was buried lower and lower, and then he was forcibly pinched up by the general's hand, and his four eyes met. It was no longer hot and hot, but full of hatred and pain.

"You have such a big face! You dare to be compared with Lan Lan! No wonder you lost your imperial spirit when you came back from me, and you are as soft as a beast. It turns out that you are a counterfeit at all."

Qin Yan's nose was sore, and she had already cried dry tears. She was scratched by this hateful gaze, and a layer of moisture appeared in her dry eye sockets. She confessed: "Yes, I have been lying to you since the beginning, lying to you. I'm shameless, I'm obscene. It's just that I couldn't resist the temptation brought by you. With just a kiss at the beginning, I gave up my body and mind in the first night. Now, it is impossible to take it back."

Murong Anran spread the hatred in his heart between his five fingers, under the full force, the white and delicate chin was pinched red, and someone's tears, like pouring beans, fell silently and crackling.

The coolness dripped on the back of the hand and penetrated into the skin, Murong Anran felt it, but still refused to spare the other party lightly, "You are so shameless, you don't say that you are in the magpie's nest, and you trick me into falling for you."

Not to be outdone, Qin Yan was about to die. She didn't care about benevolence and morality, and asked back, "Are you attracted to me?"

"No!" the general roared.

"No, no, no, why are you so angry?" Qin Yan stared at her peach blossom eyes, and asked seriously: "Since you are ruthless, why don't you let me give up? There was no emotion in the end, and the turbulent waves of hugs, kisses and caresses were all done to Qiao Yulan, not to me."

"you……"

"What about me...you look at me, look at me!" Qin Yan wrapped his arms around the other's neck, relying on a sense of courage, raised his head proudly, and choked up, "Do you dare to look at me? Something? I dare not see you... because in my eyes there is a burning passion for you that has never been extinguished, a pool of spring water that has never been burned dry, and there is a joy that seems to be nothing but overwhelming!"

Murong Anran turned his gaze away, the corners of his mouth trembling violently, he just repeated in a low voice: "You, give me back my Lanlan, give me back my Lanlan..."

"Yes, you should look for her. You two are in love with each other. What's the point of being with me, a fake? Is it over? But now I want you to leave that person behind for a while. Look at me, just look at me. Look at me!" Qin Yan scolded at the top of her lungs, the beast howling in her chest.

She was unwilling to give everything, and she didn't get any response when she was dying.

Not reconciled to Qiao Yulan's disappearance after winning all the sweetness, in exchange for herself, swallowing all the pain and despair all by herself.

"What do you want to do..." The general let go of his strength, and put his hand under his chin, and it slowly fell. When he left, Qin Yan grabbed it, and the latter held it in his palm, as if he had obtained a treasure, and desperately embraced it Li Yan, the tears turned into rain at this time, accompanied by sobbing, the words were full of desolation and sorrow, "Anran... I am in pain here, it hurts so badly, they all left one by one, my heart was ripped away piece by piece , I can’t mend it anymore, I’m too cold, I’m in the ice cellar every day, the cold has gnawed away the bone marrow, and what’s dripping down is all bitter juice!”

"Bitter juice?" Murong Anran pushed her chest away. With so much strength, all the wounds on her back burst, and the blood instantly stained the white gauze. She sneered tearfully, "You are all to blame! Who are you to blame! Blame you My own greed and despicableness!"

A knife was stuck in her chest, Qin Yan couldn't hold back anymore, and cried bitterly: "I joined this game shamelessly, and clicked the button with a smug heart, but I...

I really regret it. I regret that I have caused the current corrupt situation. The only thing I don’t regret is to give my heart to you and let you treat it. You can hold it in the palm of your hand or fall on the ground. No complaints... as long as you can give me a little warmth, just once. "

"What on earth do you want to do..." Murong Anran gritted her molars and asked fiercely, "Clarify the purpose of your coming!"

Wiping away her tears, Qin Yan looked sad and said in a hoarse voice: "When the autumn hunt started, you said that your greatest wish was to be a concubine.

At that time, I didn't say anything, I was determined to make you a noble concubine after the autumn hunting, but now..."

Unprepared, Murong Anran punched him.

Facing the powerful fist blowing in front of her eyes, Qin Yan's mind went blank, and her body and mind froze instantly.

For a moment, death is so close.

A strand of fine hair lifted up by the fist wind swayed for a while, and then slowly stuck back to her wet and greasy dimple, with her side face leaning against her side face, her empty peach blossom eyes looking into the void.

Murong Anran trembled: "Get out! Don't stay for a moment!"

Qin Yan looked at the fist on the side of her face, all the hard things in her heart collapsed in an instant, and she felt helpless as if her bones had been pulled out.

When people who have nothing, when they know that struggling is useless and affection will not change, winning a little bit of sympathy becomes the last straw.

Qin Yan tilted her head, leaned her warm face against the bone of her hand, and kept rubbing against the general's clenched fist with her temple, the most vulnerable place, and said painfully: "An Ran, I'm going to die I'm dying! Don't do this to me... You pity me, pity me as a beggar, she doesn't want a full meal, a warm body, or a home, she just wants a kiss, the last one Kiss. ​​Please! I know you can kiss me, you love Qiao Yulan so much, maybe this skin belongs to her, if you can’t find her, just use me instead, comfort the strong lovesickness in the first half of your life, and heal the rest of your life Never suffer again. Kiss me, kiss me!"

Murong Anran endured thousands of impulses, and she didn't know what her own impulses were. She just stared at the lips of the person in front of her, and wanted to tear the lips of the person in front of her, tearing them so that they were dripping with blood.

I don't know whether it's pain or determination, Qin Yan's eyes were blurred with affection, and he comforted himself in an indescribable tone, and seemed to be telling others, "You used to kiss me so deeply and domineeringly...you said you My blood is boiling, I'm going to burn you to death... You are willing to drown in the sea of ​​desire|desire for me, and you are willing to use up every drop of strength to send me to Wushan Yunyu... You said, to the fake woman As I said, I, Qin Yan, am serious."

"Qin-Yan!" Murong Anran uttered this ridiculous and hateful pseudonym for the first time, filling her entire thoughts with hatred.

She wants to bite|bite|her, ruthlessly|bite her mercilessly, ruthlessly|revenge her.

"You asked for it……"

"Yes, I asked for everything..."

The lips gradually approached, the temperature began to rise, and the hypocritical enthusiasm began to burn, but was broken by a sudden sound!

"Daughter-in-law... daughter-in-law?"

A frenzied and pathological kiss was forced to stop abruptly.

With a thunderbolt from the blue sky, Qin Yan suddenly opened her eyes, staring at the tall man who jumped in through the window, she turned her eyes and asked in disbelief, "You, who are you? You, what is your name An Ran?"

Ji Jinrong suddenly recognized the empress, knelt down immediately, and responded loudly, "This minister is the school lieutenant Ji Jinrong, I...I call the great general...daughter-in-law...daughter-in-law."

The voice became weaker and weaker, as if a hole that could swallow everything had been opened in Qin Yan's heart.

Facing the questioning gaze, Murong Anran's body collapsed, avoiding the scorching gaze, and said unavoidably: "Ji Jinrong and I are engaged, and he is right."

Qin Yan was silent in the long blank, and when she woke up, she took a few steps away from Murong Anran's embrace, and then with the most desperate heart... ran away crazily!

"Lan..." Murong Anran stretched out her hand, wanting to make some movements, but she was unable to hang down. She fell into unprecedented confusion and muttered to herself, "She is not Lan Lan, her name is Qin Yan..."

At this time, Ji Jinrong embraced him.

He hugged her, resting his chin on Murong Anran's shoulder, sobbing: "Stop chasing her, you won't be able to catch up! I'll accompany you, okay? I'll accompany you!"

The author has something to say:

Writing sad, heart tired ah!