Similar fate, but different endings.

The woman like Hu Meizi sat firmly in the Phoenix chair, loved by thousands of people, and glorious.

However, she has to bear the pain of losing her lover alone, crying and weeping in the dark night.

How unfair this world is, God has no eyes at all. . .

Everything still has to rely on yourself. [

Without the vixen's life, you have to work harder.

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Xuanyuan Yao came back earlier than expected.

He didn't look good, and he wanted to come to talk with He Huan, not so pleasant.

Lucky and intriguing did not ask much.

He scooped a bowl of soup himself, put it in front of him, and handed a spoon; he took the wine cup again, filled it with fine wine, and presented it with both hands.

The deliberately careful, funny laughter.

If Xuanyuan Yao still couldn't relax her mind, she was going to continue to hold dishes with rice until her "industry" could not stand the emperor.

This trick usually works.

Xuanyuan Yao was really successful, breathing for a long time, his face showed a warm color, "Little Vixen, what are you doing? I am flattered, and I still have a little bit in my heart. ."

He can’t afford such auspicious ‘serving’. Now that he has enjoyed it, he may have to return it a hundred times later, which is not cost-effective.

"People don't just want to make the emperor happy, or they will have stomach pains when eating this meal." She was holding her belly, and Liu Mei frowned at her heart, wringing out a whirlpool.

"Isn't I happy?" Xuanyuan shoved away with a toast, how could he be in a bad mood for irrelevant people.

"Don't pretend, your thoughts are written on your face." Qian Qian Qian Yu pointedly walked boldly along the angular features of his face, auspiciously tightened his lips and stretched his smile. . .