has successfully taken the first step, and the emperor can only be led by Wanyun in the next track.

"Rokuro, it's me. What's wrong with you today? This sentence imitates the same, playful and coquettish, sweet and pleasant.

The emperor was even more drunk, and the strength in his hands was greater. Wanyun's shoulder was pinched painfully.

"Liulang, you hurt Qing'er."

"It's really you, Qing'er, you're not dead?" The emperor rubbed Wanyun's arms and shoulders, trying to use the scorching heat to convince himself that Wanying was still alive.

Since it was an imitation, it must have been deliberately used for twelve points, and Wanyun said coquettishly: "Liulang, you curse Qing'er, Qing'er ignores you." ”

The real voice, the real face, once again hit the emperor's collapsed soul. If it's not Wanying, who else could it be?

Isn't such a coquettish tone exactly the tone Wanying used to coquettish herself in the past?

The emperor stared at Wanyun, drunk and confused, he clearly confirmed that the person he saw was Wanying, and it was really Wanying.

Wan Yun delicately pushed the emperor away, Lian Bu Shanshan imitated Wan Ying's walking posture, put the basket on the carved dragon and gold bookcase, and took out a book of poems from it. Qiaoxiao continued to snort: "Qing'er's poems, do you want to take a look at them together?" ”

"Yes, of course." The emperor's ghost envoy rushed to Wanyun's side and hugged Wanyun tightly from behind.

"Liulang, this is what Wanying wrote earlier, you see......" Wanyun pretended to say with great difficulty.

The graceful handwriting, white paper and black words come into view.

"The sun shines on the grass, but there is no red and green shadow on a tree. The evening breeze in the distance is understanding, blowing away a few catties of sorrow from the branches. "Wan Yun can imitate Wan Ying's appearance of reciting poems, which is a little more real.

The emperor confirmed that Wanying was still alive and no longer wanted to press the thoughts in his heart. Crazy fingers and fiery lip prints, too late to walk to the bed, directly erupted on the mountain of imperial desks.

Wanyun has been a favorite concubine for nearly a year, and it is the first time she has tasted the taste of honey.

Once upon a time, Wanying asked Wanyun to give birth to a boy and a girl as soon as possible, so as to gain a foothold in the harem. But Wanyun, who is a virgin, what to do to get pregnant? Why get pregnant?

Emperor Daxing's favor for Wanyun, only Wanyun herself knows in her heart, it is to win over the master.

The rising position and the cold face when she was alone made Wanyun almost crazy.

If you can talk about this life like this, there is no love, at least you have a noble identity, counting on this bit of glory, Wanyun is also willing to live in the palace.

However, the violent death of Emperor Daxing shattered Wanyun's pitiful hope. In desperation, she had no choice but to fight.

The dry soul was watered by the lubricated rain and dew for the first time, Wanyun couldn't imagine that the love between men and women was so soul-consuming.

The emperor's hot handprints are a prairie fire everywhere he goes. Wanyun was so lonely, under the fire of the prairie fire, she frantically fought back against the emperor's scorching fire.

Mountains of folds were scattered on the ground from the imperial case, and a row of wolves from small to large on the pen stand swayed without melody. The cinnabar has long been overturned, and on the bright yellow silk tabletop, a hideous picture of hell is drawn.

Wanyun counterattacked in a high-pitched manner, ushering in a more fiery response, and gradually, Wanyun began to collapse, she stopped struggling and counterattacking, and let the overwhelming fire burn herself.

Behind the thin gauze skirt, it pressed against the picture of Qiankun Hell, and the blood-red cinnabar stained Wanyun's clothes.

I don't know when, the silent Daishi inkstone grabbed Wanyun's shoulder.

This is Wanying's favorite inkstone, which was put by the emperor in his hand.

The desolate Daishi, looking at the scene of stealing the sky in front of him, could only use his own way to accuse it of resistance.

The emperor picked Wanyun up, and the dripping cinnabar, like human blood, dripped behind the footprints of the two.

Wanyun can no longer wait for the bed, and any moment of delay can make the success of the hanging hands go down the drain.

A moment earlier, the two of them were confirmed as husband and wife, and they could feel at ease a moment earlier. The two obsessed people, on the woolen carpet, were in the dark, upside down.

The emperor was puzzled for a moment: Why is Wanying so anxious today? On weekdays, she is always squirming and pinching.

I can't care about it so much, the arrow is on the string, and I can't pull the bow.

The towering iceberg spitted out a cold cold air, but when they met the two people who were obsessed, they also took a detour and fled in the wilderness.

The room was cold, and the two of them were sweating profusely. The four eyes are opposite to each other into three shadows, and between Wanyun and the emperor, there is also a Wanying.

Wan Yun at the end of the strong crossbow looked at the blood-like cinnabar, like a ghostly clutche, taking down the entire Zichen Palace.

A knowing sneer rippled in Wanyun's desolate heart.

Finally got his wish, why is his heart so sad?

A bend of the clear spring, from the heart, conquering the city, to the corner of the eye, into two lines of tears.

Wanying I'm sorry, my sister still took advantage of you after all. However, you are dead, and if my sister does not do this, she will not be able to live.

If people do not do it for themselves, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed.

What my sister owes you in this life, in hell, I will pay you back tenfold.

The emperor was already lying on the heavy carpet and fell asleep, Wanyun didn't dare to relax for a moment, walked to the corner, lay down against the wall, and then put her legs high on the wall.

The emperor's essence and blood are already in his body, and whether he can blossom and bear fruit depends on whether his body fights or not.

The little forest and the little rat outside the hall had long been frightened silly by Wanyun's heart-rending coquettishness.

What kind of play is this? Isn't it that there are two old words to say, how can it become such a situation in the blink of an eye?

Wanyun did it on purpose, even if she couldn't conceive a child, she had to let the whole world know that she was already the new emperor's woman.

Overnight, before dawn, the news had already spread.

Liu Guifei, who was about to settle in the Spring Festival Palace, was so angry that she gritted her teeth, she didn't expect that in this world, there were women with more clever means than herself. It seems that in the future, Wanyun, who is obedient to orders, will no longer be regarded as the little woman who is submissive!

Dawn gradually descended in Wanyun's anticipation, Wanyun lay on the cold gold bricks, watched the seeds in her stomach, blossomed and fruited, and flew into the sky with herself, standing on the top of ten thousand feet.

When the emperor woke up, he already knew the absurdity of last night, looking at the cinnabar blood sea in the Zichen Hall like the Shura Field, and then looking at Wanyun, who was really similar to Wanying, the emperor changed his mind.

One moment he wanted to kill this woman who ruined his dream, and the next moment, an edict from the concubine flew all over the palace.

The emperor is too lonely, Wanying is dead, he is still alive, the second half of his long life, can he only meet in a dream?

The emperor is reluctant to do this, even if there are only three points of similarity, it can be regarded as comfort, not to mention that she is her own sister, maybe God asked her to replace her who died.

'She' and 'her' in the emperor's mind are one word, but in his heart are two people.

Wanyun also knows that she is just a stand-in for her sister, but her sister is dead, and without her real body, the little ghost can become a Buddha.

Rumors are everywhere. The entire Ziwei Shrine was shrouded in this evil fate that subverted ethics.

What 'don't hug the pipa' can be regarded as polite to give face, such as what Tian is shameless, * harem and other vicious curses, Wanyun sat in the scorching Spring Palace, facing the cool breeze of the veneer, facing the insult that drifted ten miles against the wind, and just smiled faintly.

A cup of faint Longjing tea, slowly drinking into his mouth, an evil and poisonous thought, welling up in his heart.

The more ugly the scolding of others, the more prosperous the emperor's favor for himself is.

Wanying is dead, if she can't stand the gossip and commits suicide, can the emperor withstand such a blow?

For ten days in a row, the concubine drove night and night.

How deep the pain of the emperor's bereavement is, how heavy his love for Wanyun is. The spring night is bitter and short, and the day is high, and the king does not go to court for ten days.

With the gossip on the dust, and the footsteps of the emperor were calculated, Wanyun threw a white silk on the beam of the room.

Even if the shadow is humble, it can temporarily free the emperor, and there is also a Zhou Yukou on the concubine position of the second product, if he can ascend to the position of the fourth concubine of the first product, he will have another son in the future, and he will be extremely invincible.

"Yun'er, Wanying has already left me, you can't go anymore."

Wanyun Lihua said with rain: "The concubine is a demon who troubles the harem, the concubine is alive, and everyone in the world will say that the emperor is arrogant and lascivious." The concubine couldn't bear to let the emperor be criticized. ”

With such a well-understood woman, how could the emperor be willing to let her die? If she dies, the emperor will not even have a shadow.

After a farce with ill intentions, the emperor issued an edict, and the concubine Niangniang turned into a lady of Rongguo from the first grade.

In ten days, under the best and queen, she is the most noble lady of Rongguo.

Compared with the fourth concubine of Zhengyipin, it is still half a level, Wanyun is already quite satisfied, at least he understands that the emperor is reluctant to let her die. Whether it's for Wanying? Or is it for herself?

It's hot, it's hot. One is Wanyun and the other is Wanying......

The surging dark tide surged in the palace, and the sweltering heat made Wanying, who was far away in Fujian, miserable......

Wanying, who was four months pregnant, couldn't sleep well at night, and Wanying, who had been thin for several days, was even thinner.

Wanying hid in the labor camp day by day, He Youan really didn't dare to take another step, and they were safe with each other.

In the middle of the night, Wanying was sweating profusely, and a cool breeze outside the tent made Wanying yearn for it.

The body, which was already slightly bulky, struggled to get up from the bunk, put on the shoes, and cautiously walked out.

There was no heat outside, and a few gusts of wind blew away the beads of sweat on his forehead. Walking around the dozen tents, the boredom and heat in her heart gradually dissipated, and Wanying prepared to return to the stuffy tent.

At the door of the labor barracks, a familiar figure stood outside.

Wanying wanted to avoid it, but her eyes were already met. Through a few sparse fence walls, He Youan asked anxiously, "Why don't you sleep at such a late hour?" ”

Wan Ying was going to be kind a moment ago, but this moment she was tired and couldn't be more tired.

He Youan's obsession with forgetting his identity all the time made Wanying feel out of place, and even trampled on her loyalty.