Qin Buyao in the last life seems to be a little different from Qin Buyao in this life. She likes to wear pink palace dresses and looks very charming.
She is sitting in the Chenxi Palace, the Chenxi Palace that he gave to Concubine Li Shu all her life. Maybe she is in a bad mood. She is drinking, cup after cup. , I don't know what to expect.
Cuihuan wanted to grab the wine glass in her hand, but she avoided it.
"Niangniang, this servant is begging you not to drink. If you do this again, the servant will not go to find you a drink next time!"
Qin Bu giggled twice, "Cuihuan, in which beauty's palace do you think the emperor will rest tonight?"
Cuihuan looked a little sad and said: "The servant heard that the emperor went to Xue Guiren's palace."
Qin Bu shook lowly.
"Niangniang, I beg you to stop drinking. No matter how much you drink, the emperor will not come tonight." Cuihuan cried.
Qin Buyao giggled with a glass of wine, "When I first entered the palace, he said that he would always spoil me, but he broke his promise, seeing the newcomer laughing but not hearing the old one cry, this palace believed him. Just one word, but I don't want it to be all farts in the end!"
The translucent Yan Mohan stood aside and looked at her, frowning slightly.
Did he really say that he would always spoil her? But even if I said it, what can I do? As the king of a country and three thousand beauties in the harem, how could it be possible to spoil her alone
But she looked like she believed it.
Just when Yan Mohan was stunned, he saw a man breaking through the window.
When he saw the man's appearance clearly, his eyes widened, and his murderous intent radiated from all directions.
It's his good brother Yan Moyu!
Why did he come to the Dawn Palace? Are they really hooked up long ago
Yan Mohan's lowered hand suddenly clenched into a fist, so tight that it trembled.
He didn't want to see this pair of dogs and men, but he found that he couldn't move at all, so he could only watch Yan Moyu getting closer and closer to Qin Buyao.
After seeing Yan Moyu, Cuihuan couldn't help but exclaimed, "What are you doing, King Xian—"
Before she said a word, Yan Moyu tapped the acupuncture point, and then she fainted with a palm.
Yan Moyu walked up to Qin Buyao, snatched the bottle from her hand, and said angrily, "So you lived like this in the palace? You lied to me that Yan Mohan treated you well? Bu Yao, you Open your eyes and take a look, Yan Mohan is not a good person, you are no different from those women in his heart, but you are just his plaything!"
Qin Buyao was obviously drunk at the moment. She burped and stood up staggeringly, pointing at Yan Moyu with one hand, "Emperor... Your Majesty? Your Majesty, you finally remember your concubine!"
Saying that, he rushed over at once, hugged the person who came, and cried aggrievedly.
Yan Moyu was stunned for a moment, then quickly hugged Qin Buyao and whispered, "Buyao, I like you, don't think about Yan Mohan anymore, brother Yu will be nice to you in the future."
After that, the two of them rolled together logically, with one reading the emperor and the other walking.
That dazzling scene made Yan Mohan's whole body seem to be fixed in place by nails. Just now, he was trying to avoid this scene, but now he wants to listen to the soft whisper in the woman's mouth for a while.
She had been calling him all the time.
The startled Yan Mohan saw the woman wake up and slapped Yan Moyu on the face, so furious that she wanted to pierce his chest with a sword.
Yan Moyu escaped, leaving behind his promise before leaving that he would never fail her.
Qin Buyao felt that she was sorry for the emperor, so she asked Cuihuan to find a chronic poison and take some every day. She was losing weight and her face was getting worse and worse.
But Yan Mohan in the dream didn't seem to notice all this. He wandered among countless beauties and forgot the existence of Qin Buyao. Even if he occasionally went to her palace, it was because Qin Buyao was wearing heavy makeup. He didn't see it, not only that, but he also disliked the smell of rouge on Qin Buyao's body, and he went to her place less and less often.
Qin Buyao held the chronic poison in his hand, and slammed the medicine bowl on the ground, "No, why does Ben Gong want to die quietly by himself, Ben Gong did something wrong to him, but how could he ever be worthy of it? Ben Gong? Even if the pain is about to die, Ben Gong will pull him along with Ben Gong!"
Saying that, the corner of the woman's mouth slightly evoked a sweet arc, "Yan Mohan, when you married me and entered the palace, you told me that you live in the same bed and die in the same acupuncture point, this palace is no longer clean, I am, think, die, you Come and die with Ben Gong, okay?"
The translucent Yan Mohan couldn't help but take a step back when he saw the woman's sweet and cruel words. He opened his mouth slightly, as if frightened by the appearance of the woman in front of him.
He had never seen Qin Buyao like this, no matter in his previous life or in this life.
After that, Yan Mohan saw a lot of pictures again. The disheartened Qin Buyao hooked up with the sage king Yan Moyu, and they worked together to calculate his throne. Everything overlapped with the experience of the previous life.
Until the end, Qin Buyao walked to the court in a complex and gorgeous empress' phoenix robe, and was worshipped by civil and military officials together with Yan Moyu.
Yan Mohan thought that everything was over here, but he didn't want him to see Qin Buyao dragging his heavy phoenix robe back to Fengming Palace, removing the outer clothes one by one, revealing the innermost white mourning clothes.
The woman sorted her clothes in front of the bronze mirror, smiled and looked at the other self in the mirror, and said in a very gentle tone: "Brother Han, now your throne is gone, and all the women in your harem have abandoned you. Go, you have nothing left, you only have me. In this world, only I, Qin Buyao, are willing to accompany you to die. When you reach the underworld, I will be the only one left by your side, hehe, hehe …”
After saying this, the woman took out the poison hidden in her sleeve, raised her head and drank it.
At the same time, Yan Mohan, who was down in prison, also took poison.
The two died almost at the same time, but one was down and the other was rich.
The woman gave up her supreme status and glory, and died on the same day as the betrayal and divorced man.
Yan Mohan, who had witnessed everything, had a look of shock on his face, and his body trembled unsteadily, and then he thumped and knelt on the ground.
In the last scene, Qin Buyao drank the poisonous wine and fell to the ground. She was bleeding from her nose and mouth, and her face was pale, just like the mourning clothes she was wearing.
No, how could this be
How could the truth of the matter be like this
This is impossible!
Yan Mohan only felt the qi and blood in his chest rolling, and then he suddenly shuddered, the whole person woke up from the dream, and the breath that he had held back for a long time was spurted out by him with a mouthful of blood.
Yan Mohan gasped fiercely, clutching the edge of the bed with both hands.
It's just a dream, it's not real, it can't be real!