After the Failure to Support the Taifu

The love life of a crazy and paranoid emperor * When Xiao Wanqing saw Fu Xiangyu for the first time, he stood facing the moon, looking unspeakably humble. She worked as his maid for three years, and after becoming the dowager, she personally appointed him as her tutor. Xiao Wanqing originally thought that they had a deep affection for each other and loved each other. In order to marry him, she fought against all odds. In the court, he kept arguing with the ministers for three days. But Fu Xiangyu offered him a glass of poisonous wine on their wedding night, and Xiao Wanqing took it indifferently, with no smile in her narrow eyes. Later, she imprisoned him in Weiyang Palace, where he was a caged bird that could not escape day and night. * In the dungeon, with his head raised, he was rubbing the back of Fu Xiangyu's hand with great interest. Xiao Wanqing's eyes were filled with coldness as he took in Fu Xiangyu's miserable state at a glance. His face was white, like porcelain that had not seen the light of day for a long time. Blood spread from the corners of his mouth to his eyes, eroded but gorgeous. Xiao Wanqing's phoenix eyes were arrogant, with sharp edges all over his body: "As an orphan dog, remember to lower your back when begging for mercy." Help each other and forget. Five years have long since chipped away the last bit of girlish roundness on Xiao Wanqing's face. Her jawline was sharpened, her cheekbones became more prominent, and her face became even more beautiful and aggressive. How to make him wanton and wanton. * His character is extremely high and his words are brilliant. The youngest number one scholar in several dynasties knelt quietly, with his back straight. The young man was reserved and sensitive, with watery eyes and red marks spreading like peach blossoms. Your Majesty liked the way his fingertips touched her waist, and the thin red color at the end of his eyes and the base of his ears. Fu Xiang remembered the fourteen-year-old Xiao Wanqing, who would swing into his arms and chirp for cakes. And the seventeen-year-old Xiao Wanqing is gloomy and paranoid, and her tactics are so cruel that the officials are afraid. Will Your Majesty come again today? Fu Xianghe chuckled self-deprecatingly. His Majesty obviously comes every day, so why not come? He can only wait for the master's caress. His Majesty would look at him coldly, always touch his lips with his fingertips without any smoke, and humiliate him without hesitation. But His Majesty sometimes gets wet in the rain and goes to Weiyang Hall at night. Just to hug him and rub the tips of her wet hair on his neck over and over again, as if this could give her a moment of peace. Thunder, rain and dew are all your kindness. 1V1, he Advance payment: Marriage first, love later, sick and weak emperor, fake hatred and true love, he * The first time Lu Lingyi saw Xiao Yingci, it was a snowy day. The young man's eyebrows were gloomy, and he handed over a dead branch to rescue Lu Lingyi from the hole. She thanked her all the way, but the boy remained silent, and his pace became faster and faster. Lu Lingyi followed her step by step, a thin layer of snow falling on her eyebrows, which was slightly cool, but her heart was warm. Lu Lingyi later found out that the boy was her future husband. She married into the deserted Weiyang Palace and became the upright queen of Da Zhao. On the wedding night, Lu Lingyi remembered her father's words and drugged the wine with trembling hands. She paused after seeing Xiao Yingci taste it briefly, but still drank it all without hesitation. Lu Lingyi's palms were all sweaty and she pressed him on the brocade quilt: "Do you want to live?" Xiao Yingci was stunned, and the girl with thin and red ears leaned over. She reached out to pull his belt, and her voice was so low that it was almost inaudible: "You all obey me." Gently nibbling, Xiao Yingci only remembered her low whimpering in her mouthpiece, and he frowned slightly. Did he... Hurt her? * Xiao Yingci probably hated her. I hate that she is the daughter of a sycophant, and I hate her for being humiliated on her wedding night. Lu Lingyi chuckled lightly, but not bitterly. All living beings are suffering, no matter how noble she is, she is still imprisoned in this realm. She was so heartbroken by Xiao Yingci that she could hardly remember the warmth of that snowy day. But she didn't complain, Xiao Yingci was trapped here, being the puppet emperor who could never lose his etiquette. On the day when the Qiang people entered the capital, the Taibai Palace was in flames, and Lu Lingyi received the edict of abolishing the emperor as he wished. Lu Lingyi originally thought that he was already disheartened, but after hearing the news that the young emperor was buried in the sea of ​​​​fire, he suddenly felt heartbroken. Heartbroken, she smashed the jade seal, took off all the beads from her hair, and burned all her fine clothes. There are no more young emperors and empresses in the world. * Xiao Yingci saw red eyes everywhere. All his relatives, teachers and friends were killed, and the mourning continued for three days. From then on, he was cold and indifferent to everything because he didn't own anything. Even if he is the emperor. He was rejected, wrapped in arsenic love. Until Xiao Yingci met Lu Lingyi, she was dignified and generous, and her whole body was as gentle and transparent as a noble lady. On their wedding night, Xiao Yingci remembered that the pear dimples that spread out when Lu Lingyi smiled were the same as those around her waist. He kissed her, half-kneeling on the ground, his body was broken to pieces. Xiao Yingci always felt that she was not worthy, but the young emperor still thought about Xiao, hoping that she could show mercy to him. Even if it's just a little bit, because she treats him differently. Tip: The male protagonist is a bit quiet. Intention: Treat me as before