Sister Xiang...... With such a good background and such a cold character, how could he stay in the palace for too long? Thinking about it like a butterfly around the hibiscus is her destination

Fu Xiu's white fingertips, from the sleeve embroidered with Tinglan Rongfang, unhurriedly turned the yellowish scroll, the book in the concentric agreement of Lan Ruhui, where is better than here?

"My sister has recently read some books, and there is a sentence that I am interested in saying to you, deep love is not long, and strong will be humiliated. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info used to remember that your temperament was very gentle, but recently I realized that it was a mistake, but Sister Yurong, is it really you? “

After an almost undetectable meal, the hot tea was splashed on Concubine Rong's hand, and it was red, but her face was a little pale. The cold shrunk swept in, numbing the nerves, and the emotions were out of control for a moment, and all of them were spurted out of control. "Humiliating if you are strong? But what if you don't even have a day to get ahead! Mu Xiu will urge it in the forest, this reason. How can my sister not understand? But what about trees that can't even get sunlight? How many people know about it? That being the case, my sister would rather have a bang. Fuxiu ...... My sister always thought you would understand my sister's ......"

Concubine Rong had a wry smile in her heart, as if she had exhausted all her strength. Warm ...... Warm swallow? I am afraid that this character will be swallowed up by this deep palace sooner or later. "Fuxiu, my sister is not a gentleman, this is not a river and lake, this is a harem! Harem, ah......"

Fuxiu watched the tea in her hand splash on her hand, how could he not know her pain? Under the cover of the cold sleeves of this carved beam painting dance hall, it is a honey sword! Everyone is beautiful and has a good face and strict makeup, but it is a knife into the hearts of the people!

Fuxiu's beautiful smile could no longer hold on, his hand seemed to have lost strength, and he could no longer hold the plain white round fan in his hand, and the dull sound of falling on the table seemed to be the only sound at this time. Fukuxiu opened his mouth, "...... My sister knows...... But my sister can't tell which one is you...... Yurong, tell me, which one is you? ”

Fu Xiu has long forgotten that she is the concubine of the sixth palace of Gantang Palace, and she does not call herself this palace, she has always thought that she can be patient, but she has forgotten that she is so clear in love and hate, "You don't want to be a gentleman, then pull me into the abyss!" “

Concubine Rong covered her eyes tightly, and a piece of moisture lingered in her palm, full of joy and helplessness. "Which one is me? Which one is me! “

Concubine Rong poured tears back into her heart, desolate. It's just that it's no longer warm there. How can he de, how can he find such a woman in the palace, Concubine Rong comforted Fu Xiu and sat down, caressing her bulging belly, and tenderness overflowed in her pupils. "Fuxiu, you are different from me, I am alone, life and death are free. And you, with the child in the womb, you have to think about him, he can't bear this! You have this friendship, it is my sister and my life's blessing, and you don't have to do the rest. You know?! “

Fuxiu sighed, didn't he feel that he was fortunate in three lives? A woman like her who is moody? Be able to see through at a glance! When the house was not out of the cabinet, the house and the three ladies competed, and the palace and her people laughed and laughed, but secretly they were ruthless, and they were the same as Sister Xiang, who saw many people, forgot their original intentions and then died Qingshi.

Fuxiu can't see the future clearly, Yurong, since he was one of the four concubines, he is a wisp of ghost in the palace of the Hemeng Empire, born, is the emperor's concubine, died, and is the mother of the prince on the tablet.

Changchang Qingshi Street, lonely Yongxiang Road, towering nine-fold purple que, curling Chu Palace waist.

Fu Xiu breathed a sigh of relief and calmed his mind, and his face returned to a smile, like a spring branch, a delicate red flower demon. This is a mask that can't be taken off for a long time, this mask is painted with Concubine Fu, but it is not Na's Fuxiu!

"No, if he wants to be his own child of Nafuxiu, he must bear this, otherwise, he will not be worthy of the blood of Nafusi! Since you want to fight, okay, this palace will accompany you, it's a big deal to lose the position of the concubine and be demoted to a low position, but you, I am a sister! ”

On the day Concubine Rong entered the palace, the buds of spring opened, and one by one fell on the hall of Showa Palace. Standing in the middle of a falling flower, it was amazing, and it soothed my restless heart. And now, after tearing up the concubine for so long, she is tired after all.

"Sister, since you are already one of the four concubines, you should know that you can't give up this son easily! You look back at the path you came from! Look! Look at Fuxiu! How many people have this stained with blood? You can't give it up! “

Concubine Rong looked at her smile as before, but it became more and more dazzling, staring at Fu Xiu's eyes, where there seemed to be a void. Concubine Rong frowned and half-squatted beside Fu Xiu. Holding her cold hand tightly, she was also trembling.

"I love, I love you in this life, and I hate, I hate you for abandoning everything for me. Nafossius, that's not what I want! I just want you all to be okay. The wind and rain of this half of life have passed, the red plum will always bloom, and the swallow will also return to the nest. ”

Concubine Rong stroked the black black hair on Fuxiu's sideburns, smiled lightly, and her eyes were blurred. "Such beautiful hair is not for silver threads......"

I still remember the thin spring shirt of the young man, riding a horse leaning on the oblique bridge, the red sleeves of the building, the dark fragrance of the old sleeves floating, the safflower branches are delicately woven into a wreath on the head, such a light and gorgeous clothes, where can I see the future?

"You're wrong, Fu Fei Na can't turn back, like a bird without legs, it can't stop, and stopping means death."

The cold touch came from Fuxiu's fingertips, her gaze was unbearable, and she was the same, just a little more cruel than her, smiled and brushed away her jade hand, and said: "Na's Fuxiu has hit Concubine Duan heavily for self-protection, and also to ascend to a high position, and use the Queen Zheng family, you can see clearly, this hand is already drenched in blood, just for this palace to laugh happily in this palace......"

Fu Xiu paused, and continued the preface: "Sister, you can fight for the seat anymore, it's nothing, there is nothing to do in the palace, just talk to pass the time......"

I want to walk with you as long as the road is, I know that no matter how many times I meet you, I will fall, you are the person I cherish all my life, how grateful.

"Sister, whether it's Concubine Fu or Fu Xiu, you can't go back, it's better to go on like this, who can stop you from having a bright future? Now that you have thought clearly, my sister is already at ease. “

Concubine Rong stroked her round belly, and the shadow was faintly mottled. Boy! You have to fight to be worthy of someone like your mother. "Fuxiu, it's not early, you rest early, and my sister will come to see you another day."

He embarked on a road of no return, there was no way back, the fog was foggy, and the future was uncertain.

I sacrificed Xuanyuan with my blood and built a road for me to ascend the throne. The snow fell one after another, falling on my shoulders like pear blossoms, I wrapped my cloak tightly, and reached out to catch the snowflakes that I couldn't catch, slightly cool and bold. Su Yu stretched out an oil-paper umbrella to block the hoarfrost flowers in winter.