"Yes, what about girls from aristocratic families." The Queen Mother spoke softly, with a hint of sadness in her tone.

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Fu Ronghua has not had a dream for a long time, but today when he took a nap, he dreamed of his past life again.

On a cold winter day, she was forced to kneel on the ground, with cold snowflakes falling on her cheeks, so cold that she almost lost consciousness.

On that day, Emperor Xuan Zhao came from afar, took her into his arms, and protected her into the palace.

He gave her supreme favor and told the world that she was the only one favored, but she was never pregnant.

At that time, the imperial study room was filled with papers about her impeachment. She still remembered that Xuan Ji gently stroked her long hair and patiently and gently persuaded her, "There will definitely be children, Rong Hua, you have to believe me."

Little by little, he forced her to be on the opposite side of everyone, and little by little, he made her fall into the swamp and the beauty of weaving.

On the day when her sweet dream was broken, she wore a gorgeous dress and a crown, knelt on the ground, and was confined in the lonely palace.

At that time, Concubine De came to see her, dragged her to the ground little by little, and crushed her finger bones herself.

Such a gentle woman spoke the gentlest words to her, but did the cruelest things. She was knocked to the ground, and her hands were dripping with blood.

Later, she experienced the darkest thing. At that time, death was her relief.

He never knew that when he gave up on himself, she suffered a lot, her finger bones were crushed, and her abdomen was beaten. Except for one face that was intact, not a single bit of flesh on her body was intact.

But she died of illness. To outsiders, she died of illness. She died in winter, in the coldest time.

No one knew that the day before her death, she was dragged out by Concubine De and soaked in the cold lake all night.

At that time, she deserved to die, but for some reason, she dragged her breath until dawn was approaching, and then she slowly stopped breathing.

He should have froze to death long ago, but he is still alive for some reason.

She woke up from her sleep, lying on her side on the bed, her black hair hanging down her cheeks, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and there seemed to be a strange look flowing in them.

She stood up, her long hair cascading down her back, and she walked barefoot into the mirror. When the evil ghost put on human skin, whose calamity would it be?

She smiled, enchantingly beautiful, like a slowly blooming flower from the other side, coming from the abyss, with the breath of death, pulling everyone to sink together.

"Master, why don't you wear shoes?" Ruixue's anxious voice sounded.

Fu Ronghua covered his eyes and showed his usual gentle expression, "I just woke up."

Ruixue put on her shoes for her, and Fu Ronghua helped her up, "Okay, I can do it myself."

"Master, please don't do it next time." Ruixue said softly.

Fu Ronghua nodded lightly, "No way."

She raised her eyes and said, "The sun is scorching at noon, so I won't go out. I'll just bring some books over and let me read them."

Late at night, Fu Ronghua was waiting in front of the palace gate with a palace lantern in his hand. From a distance, he saw Emperor Xuan Zhao approaching.

In fact, a concubine of the fourth rank needs to be carried to the Chenji Palace to sleep with her, but Emperor Xuanzhao agreed to her, so Fu Ronghua came to show off his favor.

Emperor Xuan Zhao saw from a distance a woman in a smoke-colored dress at the entrance of the palace. The breeze blew the tassels around her waist, revealing her slender waist.
Chapter completed!