"He can't blaspheme my love with the emperor, he can't." Wanying was a little embarrassed by Cui Ying'er.

"Lady, don't be stupid, does the emperor know what you are suffering outside? Does he know you're being hunted down? Do you dare to talk to him? Did you say Thaksin? Cui Ying'er's mouth seemed to be filled with poison, and the words she said were more and more vicious than the others.

Wan Ying stared out of the window in a daze, the branches and leaves covered by the orange basket were still vigorous and green in the morning, and by this time they were dry and white.

Wanying wondered who was behind her? Ever thought that this person could be Feng Jiahui? It's just that I've never thought about how to tell the emperor? In other words, she just cared about running for her life and didn't have time to think: how to tell the emperor when she saw him?

Wanying hasn't thought of a word yet. Feng Jiahui is already the current queen, should she say these words to the emperor?

Wanying's silence confirmed the worry in Cui Ying'er's heart.

"Are you worried? Since you love the emperor so much, why do you have concerns? If you are hunted down, do you dare to tell him? ”

Wan Ying bit her lower lip stubbornly, and her teeth sank deep into the cherry red lip. What is bitten in the mouth is nothing more than confusion in the heart. Wanying was completely overwhelmed, her self-righteous love, the love she thought was indestructible, the love she thought she was guarding to the death, couldn't stand such a three-word question.

Cui Ying'er didn't intend to let go of Wanying, who was already at a loss, and continued to ask, "He knows that you are really dead?" Did he look for you? How long have you been looking for it? ”

The line of defense in Wanying's heart began to gradually fail, and the confusion of the collapse method swept Wanying's love overwhelmingly.

Wan Ying began to resist such sharp questioning, her head shaking incessantly, trying to get rid of the confusion.

Cui Ying'er had already seen the decline of Wanying's mind, and spared no effort to ask: "The new queen is the emperor nodding and agreeing, right?" How long have you been gone? Did he really come out of the grief of losing you? And why can't you wait to be crowned the new queen? You are his wife, he has been crowned the new queen, is it posthumously crowned you? ”

Wanying completely collapsed, and the pain she carefully hid in the deepest part of her heart was uprooted by Cui Ying'er without reservation, sparing no effort.

Wanying shook her head desperately, tears splashing on Cui Ying'er's skirt, "No, no, the emperor is not what you said, no." ”

Now, Wanying has no position, but she still clung to her humble love, stood in the confusion of the huge waves, and loudly denied Cui Yinger's questioning.

"Lady, you're so stupid. Silly makes me feel pathetic. Obviously, a person who really loves you is standing in front of you, you don't cherish it, you have to guard an ethereal love to hurt the person who really loves you. Are you really not afraid of retribution in the cycle of love? ”

Wanying shook her head and retorted: "The love between me and the emperor is sincere, not vague, we have really loved and loved." ”

Cui Ying'er sneered a few times, stood up, turned her back to Wanying and said, "A man who loves you, how can he be willing to let you be hunted down?" ”

"He certainly doesn't know, and if he does, he will definitely come back to me and protect me."

Cui Ying'er shook her head helplessly, and said coldly: "Don't deceive in order to cover up, otherwise one day when you see the truth yourself, you will feel that your love as a god is so hateful and blurred." ”

Cui Ying'er left the tent without looking back, and Wanying sat alone in the stuffy tent sweating.

"Liulang, do you know that Qing'er is suffering outside?" Just like that, a little one asked herself, and Wanying's heart was torn and painful.

The emperor was not around, and no one could answer Wanying's question.

In the hot tent, the beads of sweat on Wanying's face kept rolling down, wetting the moon-white collar at the placket.

It's hot all around, and my heart is like ice. The tears in her heart all froze into ice, and they pressed on Wanying's heart, the heavier she pressed, and she vowed to break Wanying's bones.

After more than half a year, is it really like this? Liulang, why did you promote Feng Jiahui for? I'm still alive, how can you make her another queen?

When you are dying, you are only worried about the future, and you have no time to think about these problems. But after escaping death, these hidden questions began to stir.

Wanying's body was torn in half in a bloody way, and half of it comforted herself that Rokuro must have his troubles, and he must believe in his last resort. But the other half fought back frantically, screaming desperately, is it too stupid and naïve to love like this?

The two sides are evenly matched, but Wanying is gradually sinking in the battle......

"Lady, it's too hot in this tent, and you're going to get heat stroke when you sit here. Rest in the shade of the trees! Yun Niang saw Cui Ying'er leaving, and came over to take a look uneasily, but she didn't expect Wanying to sit in the tent in a daze sweating.

Hongfu also followed, took a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on Wanying's face. The two of them helped Wanying, took a chair, walked out of the tent, and sat in the shade of a tree.

When eating, there are more and more women taking advantage of the cold, and some people even bring mats and sleep on the ground.

In the deep mountains of Fujian, on a sultry afternoon, she leaned on her chair gracefully, thinking about the emperor endlessly.

Thousands of miles away in the capital, after the catastrophe of Ziweimen, has broken ground to rebuild, the huge project in the people's hope for the new dynasty to rise up.

The former queen of Changle Palace has already moved to the cold palace and is claustrophobic, and the new queen lives in the middle palace without much effort, and Feng Jiahui sits in the middle palace.

Concubine De Niangniang in Weiyang Palace also moved to where she should go, and Concubine Zhou became the upstart of Weiyang Palace.

Wan Yun of Yingchun Palace reluctantly moved her palace room, standing under the carved beams and painted pillars in the dusk, Wan Yun decided to fight against the water.

In this world, who can best appease the emperor who has lost his wife? Only Wan Yun herself.

Wan Yun and Wan Ying have lived in the same courtyard for fifteen years, and no one in the huge palace knows Wan Ying better than Wan Yun. This understanding, if turned into imitation, can almost be mistaken as false.

Wanying's favorite Tsing Yi and Tsing shirt are naturally Wanyun's first choice, and there are three points of similarity between the eyebrows and eyes.

"Who are you? Can Zichen Hall also break in casually? "The little rat who has been promoted to the rank of Captain of the Sixth Rank Martial Arts intercepted Wanyun.

Xiao Linzi was in a trance and couldn't help but call out: "Sister Wanying? You...... You are ......"

Wan Yun imitated Wan Ying's posture and tone, and said humbly: "The concubine body was the main seat of the Yingchun Palace before. ”

Xiao Linzi turned around from a trance, this is not Sister Wanying, she is Sister Wanying's own sister.

"Zhen Guiyi, it's so late, what are you doing here?" Xiao Linzi asked politely.

"I'm going to move to the Concubine Palace tomorrow, I've been packing up my luggage in the past few days, and I've found a few old things, and I want to show them to the emperor."

In Wanyun's basket, there are teacups and silk handkerchiefs that Wanying gave her in the past, as well as a collection of poems written by Wanying herself.

Xiao Linzi showed a look of embarrassment on his face, he didn't seem to want the emperor to think of these sad memories again.

"Zhen Guiyi, give me the things first, wait for a few days for the emperor to get better, and the slave will definitely give it to the emperor, okay?"

Wanyun is already fighting against the water, how can she be beaten by Xiao Linzi in a few words, and the tears that have been planned for a long time fall down. Said mournfully: "The concubine understands that Gonggong Lin is afraid that the emperor will see things and think about things, but the concubine will not see the emperor in Ming'er, there are a few words that the old man said to the concubine, and the concubine does not appeal to the emperor, and it is really difficult to be sure." ”

The emperor's grief has exceeded everyone's imagination, and for two whole months, he has not been able to wake up from Wanying's violent trance.

Xiao Linzi doesn't want to stop it anymore, if he can relieve the emperor, I'm afraid there is only Zhen Guiyi in the entire palace.

The vermilion Nanmu gate of Zichen Hall slowly opened, and Wanyun embarked on another journey in her life when night fell, she wanted to become her sister and capture her brother-in-law.

True or false, right or wrong, false and real, are often momentary thoughts, whether Wanyun is standing in the clouds in this life, or buried in the sludge, it all depends on the sway between the emperor's thoughts.

On the solid gold bricks, Wanyun is walking on thin ice, if she succeeds, she will become a phoenix, if she fails, she will go to hell......

Life and death, honor and disgrace, fame and fortune, and vanity nightmares, Shura, swayed in Wanyun's mind and footsteps.

In the dim oil lamp, the emperor sat on the huge carved dragon throne, and the continuous sorrow fell heavily on Wanyun's restless heart through the heavy veil.

The words "Liulang ......", Wanyun doesn't know how many thousands of times she has practiced in front of the mirror, and the picture is in one sentence.

The same figure, the same appearance, and the same tone of voice made the emperor, whose heart was like ashes, suddenly rekindle the hope of love.

'Liulang' such a private nickname was Wanying telling her sister herself, the naïve and scoundrel Wanying at that time, only knew the joy of falling in love with her sister, and she definitely didn't expect that one day, her own sister could use such an unbearable and despicable imitation to trample on the sisterhood of the two, trample on the love between Wanying and the emperor.

Some drunken emperors thought that Wanying really came to meet him in his dream again.

Yin and yang are separated, and the emperor can only use wine to stay with Wanying in his dreams.

"Qing'er, I've been waiting for you for a long time, why did you come?"

This sentence swept away the anxiety and horror in Wanyun's heart. Wanyun won.

All she had to do was win the first step, and the rest was to push the boat along.

"Rokuro, how hard is it today? Qing'er is waiting for you in the house and waiting, so I'm going to come and see you. ”

It's Wanying, it's really Wanying, the emperor stood up by mistake, staggered over, and hugged Wanyun.

This is not a dream, this is a real grace. The emperor's hot hands held the shoulders that were also warm.

The ecstasy in Wanyun's heart is simply incomprehensible. I fantasized about countless debunked arguments, but I didn't expect that there was no chance to use them at all.