In the Beiqing Palace, the empress Qingshuang sat in front of a dresser carved from ivory.

In front of her was a half-human-high mirror polished with crystal, and several female officers were grooming her and preparing for the morning court.

Empress Qingshuang looked at herself in the mirror, her wrinkle-free face was as smooth as a peeled lychee.

Thinking that in a few days, she would wear a festive dress, and standing opposite her was Feng Lan, who she had longed for for many years, the empress's mood couldn't help but surge.

She took the beauty pill handed by the female officer and swallowed it with warm water.

The hand of the female officer behind him trembled slightly, and the horn comb that slid over the sideburns made her hand a little heavier.

"Yuxiang, what's the matter with you, clumsy. The empress's elegant and noble face raised her eyebrows.

"The Holy One spares his life, and the slave deserves death. The timid voice made the empress frown slightly.

The empress remembered that Rouxiang had been killed by herself.

Rou Xiang is the female official who entered and exited the Cloud Palace to "serve" Feng Lan, she was the empress's favorite female official, careful and capable, and she could also comb her hair very exquisitely.

It's a pity that she shouldn't covet Fenglan, and she has become Fenglan's woman.

The empress was a little sorry for the good skills of combing her hair in the palace.

The empress touched her not very smooth sideburns, and was a little displeased, but when she thought of the marriage that was being prepared closely, her eyes were rippling, and she didn't bother to care about the clumsiness of the new female official.

The empress put on a dragon robe and went to court.

The female officer fell to her knees and trembled, and a female officer who knew her well picked her up.

"Why are you so careless, fortunately, the saint has been in a good mood lately, otherwise you wouldn't be enough to cut off even if you have ten heads. Listening to the chatter and grumbling of her companions, the new female officer secretly tucked the horn comb into her sleeve.

In the past few days, when she combed the empress's hair, she found that the empress's hair loss was very serious, and the empress had an almost pathological harshness on her appearance and demeanor.

The new female officer was restless, and hid a large handful of long black hair wrapped around the horns.

The empress went to the court full of joy, but returned to the palace with a belly full of fire.

Feng Lan did not go to the court, but Chen Tuo, who had always been sick and refused to go to the court, rarely came.

It's just that as soon as he appeared, he took a number of generals from Beiqing and asked to resign from his official position.

His intentions are obvious, and he clearly disapproves of the empress's marriage.

Not only that, the two princes of the empress, with the old ministers who supported them, knelt in front of the palace, risking death to admonish, saying that Feng Lan could not be the imperial husband, Feng Lan was the husband of the empress's sister, and had children, and the sister-in-law and brother-in-law got married, which was unreasonable and contrary to morality.

What kind of moral law, to put it bluntly, those two unfilial sons, aren't they afraid that after they set up Feng Lan as the imperial husband, they may canonize Feng Xin as the crown prince, threatening their inheritance rights in the future.

There are also military generals including Chen Tuo, who also collectively asked to resign from the military.

The persecution of the heirs and the opposition of the civil and military officials annoyed the empress.

The empress looked at the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, she had been in power for many years, these faces, she faced them every day, and the familiar ones could not be more familiar.

Today, no one is on her side.

In the heart of the empress, how sad it was.

She remembered Feng Lan's absolute departure that day, and remembered that she forced her biological sister to jump off the cliff......

Those scars that she deliberately hid in the deepest part of her heart suddenly turned into blood and pus in the morning of this day, and were torn open beyond recognition.

The empress has been a little unsmooth for a while, and when she was so angry, she felt depressed, and after returning to the palace, she lost her temper.

She already understood that she had come to this point, and it was impossible for her to give up Feng Lan.

Feng Lan, for her, has become the last match for heating.

She can't be left behind, and she can't be thrown away.

Only by letting Feng Lan accept her and regain the support of Feng Fu can she stand up again and be the peerless empress.

"Holy Lord, your marriage to King Feng?" the ceremonial official was full of apprehension, telling her about the steps of the wedding.

These should have been done by Feng Lan, but now, he didn't even want to look at her.

"Tell the world that the wedding will be held as usual, and tell those who are waiting outside that whoever dares to say a word again, I will cut off his head. ”

The empress rubbed her temples and leaned on the dragon couch, only to feel drowsy.

At this time, she became more and more tired easily, but after reading a few books, she couldn't help but tighten her eyelids and fell asleep.

The female officials did not dare to disturb, and after closing the door, the room was dark.

A moth-like butterfly flew in and landed on the empress's dragon robe.

The moth's wings shook, and tiny scales filled the air and burrowed into the empress's nose.

There was a gray haze ahead, and something passed by her.

The empress was shocked to find that she was standing alone on the cliff.

It was a cliff ten thousand feet high, and the cold wind like a knife blew in front of her.

Suddenly, a man appeared in front of her.

It was a woman, and she had a big belly.

A face as delicate as a flower, that face, the empress Qingshuang can't forget until she dies.

It was the face of my sister Qingfeng.

"Qingfeng, how could it be you, aren't you dead?"

The empress was so frightened that she took a small step back, and behind her, a mountain rock fell off the cliff.

The empress's face was pale, and in an instant, she forced herself to calm down and slammed into Qingfeng with a punch.

Qing Feng's figure disappeared, but soon appeared in front of her again.

"Qingfeng, when you were alive, you were not my opponent, and you still want to make trouble after you die. I tell you that you will never be my opponent, Feng Lan is going to marry me, even if you are unwilling, it is useless. ”

In front of him, Qing Feng, who was a stone's throw away, was covered in blood.

She was stabbed in the abdomen, and on the knife edge, blood fell in an uproar, staining her legs and clothes red, and she approached the empress step by step, her voice was sad and cold.

"Sister, Sister Qingshuang, why did you harm me, you killed my child. That's your niece, look at her, she's so cute, she looks exactly like you when you were a kid. As she spoke, Qing Feng's miserable white hands fell on her bulging abdomen.

The hand pierced into the abdomen, and after a terrible sound of flesh and blood, there was a bloody fetus on Qingfeng's hand, which was so small and ugly.

Qingfeng laughed wildly and threw the child at the empress Qingshuang.

"Ahh

She gasped for breath, her hands and feet were cold, and suddenly, the empress felt a lightness on her head, and something fell from her eyes.