"Please get on your way." Father-in-law Zeng, the chief manager of the Ouchi, held a crystal clear glass cup steadily, which was bright red and translucent, but also with a highly poisonous crane top red.

Feng Tong held back the tears in her eyes, letting her long nails sink into the delicate skin, and the sharp pain in her palms temporarily offset the pain in her heart, allowing her to maintain the last dignity of a country, unconsciously stroking her lower abdomen, she still asked unwillingly, "Your Majesty, he, is he still unwilling to come at this time?" ”

"Old slave, by order, send the mother on the road." Zeng Gonggong urged with the shrill voice unique to the internal supervisor, not in a hurry, not in a hurry, not in a sense of joy and sorrow, but with unquestionable persistence.

"Good, good, good!" After saying three good words sadly, Feng Tong resolutely stretched out his jade hand and picked up the crystalline elixir, but it was also a bloody elixir. Fiercely raised the jade neck, and poured all the elixir into his mouth and nose.

With the spicy, sour juice flowing through her throat, Feng Tong's mind flashed through those fragments, which were deeply engraved in her bone marrow and dissolved into her bones and blood. Fast and clear, that was their past, that was her life.

That year, they were four years old.

Mo Lihuan shook the "Four Books" in his hand, "Feng'er, go, you go with me to catch crickets in the back garden, let's be quiet, don't be discovered by the old master." His porcelain doll-like little face was filled with a sly smile, pure and clean.

"Okay, Feng'er will accompany you." Feng Tong's raised little face, a trace of helplessness and pampering flashed like a little adult, but he still put down the book in his hand according to his words and stood up dignifiedly.

That year, they were eight years old.

Mo Lihuan wrinkled a handsome face that had seen the embryonic form, and suddenly raised his head from the Book of Han, "Feng'er, look at it, I also want to learn from the Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, expand the territory, and calm the four seas." I also want to learn from him to hide the golden house, marry the childhood sweetheart Gillian, and present her with the most beautiful golden house in the world. As he spoke, a rare hint of shyness flashed across his flying face.

"Okay, Feng'er watched." Feng Tong looked up with a bright smile in relief, but secretly added in his heart, that Gillian is lonely and lonely chanting Nagato Fu, the lonely old man in the Han Palace, the emperor's golden house, don't live it!

That year, they were twelve years old.

Mo Lihuan grabbed Feng Tong's arm, stroked the whip marks on it distressedly, there was a rare ruthlessness in his eyes, and said resolutely, "Feng'er, you have to be patient for the time being, Lone will one day take down Concubine Qiu, punish the slave who helped the evil, and avenge your tart today!" ”

"Okay, Feng'er waits." Feng Tong endured the hot pain on her arm, and bloomed a reassuring smile, her heart was full of emotion, with his words, even if she suffered more on his behalf, she was also willing.

That year, they were sixteen years old.

Mo Lihuan's handsome face flashed with excitement, "Feng'er, today Empress Li was given three feet of Bailing, and hundreds of members of the Li family were all executed, and the day of the abolished prince is not far away!" However," Mo Lihuan said, his expression changed, and he took Feng Tong's hand gloomily, a little less excited and a little guilty, "Feng Tong, you can bear with it for the time being, then, Concubine Qiu can't move her for a while." ”

"Okay, Feng Tong understands." Feng Tong had a shallow smile on her face, she understood that Concubine Qiu was his ally to Empress Li, and she would need to continue to contribute to deposing the crown prince in the future.

That year, they were eighteen years old.

Mo Lihuan finally wore a bright yellow Kowloon court dress and ascended to the position of the Ninety-Five Supreme, he faced the ministers with high spirits and scolded Fang Xuan, and returned to the harem, but he stroked the face of the beautiful woman with an apologetic face, "Feng Tong, my wife, you can bear with it for the time being, I have just ascended to the great treasure, and I want to set an example for the subjects of the world, and now is not the time for us to get married." ”

"Okay, listen to you, Feng Tong understands." Feng Tong smiled gently, she understood that the first emperor died suddenly, Mo Lihuan ascended the throne in a hurry, and was not well prepared. Is this the queen of the middle palace a fragrant bait, the young lady of the prime minister's family of Shangguan, the daughter of General Situ, the eldest princess of Goguryeo, and the sacred saint of Miaojiang,......

This year, they are twenty years old.

She finally waited for the phoenix crown of the Nine Dragons and Four Phoenixes he had promised, but then there was a highly poisonous crane top red, and he who had been looking at the slanting sun for years refused to even see the last side, or didn't dare, or disdain?!

In the first life, he was shrewd and capable, entered the workplace, and gave up the weakness of a woman in exchange for the death of his husband.

In the second life, the horizontal knife was immediate, the husband joined the army, and let go of the woman's softness, in exchange for the king's abandonment and death.

In this life, the edge was hidden, accompanied by the king, and abandoned the rigidity of women, in exchange for the emperor's disgust.

If there is an afterlife, she Fengtong will no longer wronged herself for anyone, she must live wantonly and be herself in a beautiful way!

The wine poured into the glass, and the tears finally flowed down, and the wine, accompanied by poison, was bright red.

The beauty is decided, the heart is broken, the elegy is like crying, and the aftermath is lingering.