The night is like silk, and the moonlight is like water. It is sprinkled on the glazed tiles of the palace, with a faint brilliance.
However, under this quiet appearance, there are rough waves hidden.
Yan Weizhao leafed through the letters on his desk alone in his bedroom.
Li's stationery, although only a few short sentences, is enough to set off waves in her heart.
As mentioned in the letter, Sister Huang's movements are becoming more and more frequent, and it seems that she has a plot.
Sister Huang's minions, like a pair of invisible eyes, are always watching her every move.
Yan Weizhao understands that there must be deep-seated reasons and motives behind this. Maybe it's the opportunity that Sister Huang is looking for, or maybe she's a threat to her position. But no matter what the reason is, Yan Weizhao will not sit still.
There was no worry on her face, but a sly smile. It seems that it's time to find some "fun" for that big sister Huang, so that she has no time to stare at herself.
The power struggle in the court is like a huge net, in which everyone seeks his position, and she, Yan Weizhao, is no exception.
She immediately ordered her men to act in secret and buy off the storytellers and scholars in the city. These people make a living by eloquence on weekdays, and they are best at making up stories to attract audiences. Now, with the inspiration of Yan Weizhao and the lure of money, they naturally spare no effort to start compiling an affair about the eldest sister.
In particular, recently, the big emperor elder sister accepted a small waiter, which was even more vividly written. The storyteller tells the story of how the two met, how they knew each other, and even how they loved each other. Every detail was vividly described as if they had seen it with their own eyes.
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In the Lanwangfu, the moonlight is like water, falling on the carved window lattice.
Lan Wang gently hugged Lan Wang Junfu's Japanese, and her voice was gentle and firm, as if it could smooth all the troubles.
"Japanese, those are just gossip, you don't need to care." The king's voice with a hint of no doubt firmly, "you know, my heart for you is sincere. My feelings for you are by no means comparable to those illusory rumors. "
Fu Japanese leaned quietly in the arms of Lan Wang, and his eyes were deep, as if thinking about Lan Wang's words. He had already seen the heart of Lan Wang and knew that she married herself more because of the power of the Fu family. However, in this world where women are superior to men, what can he do? He can only bear all this silently and bury his inner bitterness.
"Your Majesty, I understand." Fu Japanese has a deep and hoarse voice. He gently raised his head and looked at the deep eyes of Lan Wang. "You marry me, it's your consideration. I have already seen through these. "
Lan Wang gently stroked Fu's Japanese hair, and a complex emotion surged in her heart.
She remembered the first time she saw Fu Japanese.
At that time, he was full of elegance, pride and confidence, as if the whole world was under his control. There was a sharp light in his eyes, as if he could see everything. His posture is tall and elegant, and his every move exudes unique charm.
However, today's Fu Japanese has become silent and introverted, as if all the sharpness has been worn away by the deep house courtyard of this palace.
There is no longer that sharp light in his eyes, but endless fatigue and helplessness. His posture is no longer tall and straight, but a little rickety.
Lan Wang couldn't help feeling a twinge of regret. She knew that the rules and power struggles of this palace made Fu Japanese suffer too much pressure and injustice.
"Japanese, I know you have suffered a lot in this palace." Lan Wang's voice was apologetic.
"I will end all this early."
Fu Japanese listened to Lan Wang's promise, but there were not many waves in his heart.
His heart has long been as silent as ashes.
He knew that Lan Wang's promise was just a stopgap measure, just to calm his mood.
In this world where women are superior to men, he has long been accustomed to the fate of being controlled by women and has long given up the fantasy of love.