In the corner of the gloomy palace room, a woman curled up with a cloaked hair. The woman was dressed in an old palace dress, and the fabric had been washed and whitened. The front cuffs are stained with large stains, which have not been cleaned for a long time.

On all sides of the walls, the windows were nailed with sturdy wooden strips. The door was locked, and the room had not been ventilated for a long time, and there was a faint smell of damp musty.

Seeing that it was about to be evening, the woman suddenly looked up, a pair of cloudy and dull eyes, staring at the west.

Sure enough, in less than a stick of incense, a series of extremely light footsteps came from the porch under the west wall. If it weren't for the fact that she had been locked up in the room these days, had been making trouble for a long time, and had listened to it for a long time, it would have been difficult to tell that this person was coming for her side hall.

After a clang, the door was pushed open by a crack more than a foot wide. The rusty iron lock was still wrapped around the door, and only the chain was unfastened, leaving a place for delivery.

"Master, it's time to eat."

The visitor squatted down and stuffed a tray with only a sheet of dough and a bowl of white water into the crack of the door and rested it on the ground. When he had done this, he immediately retracted his hand, as if he was very afraid of the people who were being held inside. After getting up, he pinched the corner of his skirt again, took two steps back with palpitations, and was far away from the door.

The man in the middle was really fierce, grabbed the leg of the embroidered stool beside him, and without saying a word, he rushed to the door and smashed it. only smashed the door and shook a few times, and even the food that had just been delivered was also knocked to the ground by the fallen stool.

"!"

After a scene, the woman who was called the "master" seemed to be out of strength, and her throat like a broken gong scolded people and scolded her strongly, panting.

If the seventh girl is here, she will definitely be able to recognize it, this servant who was scolded by Zhuang Ronghua sharply, not the "Ah Yuan" who was renamed by Ronghua Niangniang herself, just to block her, who else could it be?

It is said that this person is also a slave of the Jiang family, and he has been following Jiang Ran all along. In the past, Jiang Ran was obedient and loyal.

So far, Jiang Ran is in trouble, and it is difficult to protect himself. This person was coerced and used by Aunt Hao under Zhu Jieyu's hands, and there was really no way out, and there was no way out.

The entire Hua'an Palace was ordered by the king to seal the palace gate, and it was not allowed to enter but not leave. Although Zhu Jieyu "fell ill", this illness was a trumped-up charge.

At present, although Zhu Jieyu has been tossed half-dead, the villain is still the biggest master in Hua'an Palace. Zhu Jieyu fought hard to punish Zhuang Ronghua. How can a mere garden protect the master from fire and water?

Zhuang Ronghua was imprisoned, and at first he made a lot of trouble, slamming the door day and night to call people, and sending her food and other obscure errands, none of the palace maids wanted to touch their hands. In the end, it was logical, and it fell back to the old man Ah Yuan, who was used to serving her.

So far, there are two masters and servants, the master is forbidden, but the servant can walk outside. Needless to say, turning the other cheek is inevitable.

So every time Ah Yuan came back, he was either cursed by Zhuang Ronghua, or Mu Muran, listening to her obsessive, still clamoring to see King Huai.

At present, Zhuang Ronghua's magic voice, as expected, made Ah Yuan have a splitting headache, and his heart was dead.

"The concubine wants to face the saint! Your Majesty, the concubine is Jiang Ran of the Jiang family! It's not Zhuang Zhao, Zhuang Zhao's identity was fabricated by the Zhu family from beginning to end. Jiang Rou and Jiang Ying also knew about it, they didn't report it, and they collaborated with their concubines to commit the crime of bullying the king......"

The woman in the room, extremely mad, fell to the ground and screamed hoarsely.

Death is coming, full of resentment and hard to dissipate, and death will drag a few backs. Even Zhu Wu, who ordered her to be imprisoned, she will not let go of any of them.

Ah Yuan stood guard outside the door, only to hear that the person inside was unrelenting, and had no intention of stopping. Then he made a face, as if every time he came back, silently, and retreated from this place.

Up and down the Hua'an Palace, there are people who are about to die, just look at when the knife hanging over the head falls. Ah Yuan can figure this out, but why can't the master figure it out?

I didn't see Jieyu Niangniang next door all admit her fate, and when it came to an end, she only saved up her strength to vent her anger at the Jiang family. But the master only knew how to cry in the dark, which made Zhu Jieyu impatient and tortured her to death. This day, which is not a few days to live, begging for hardship, the more uneasy it becomes.

Is this the death of a man, and he can't go quietly? has been making trouble all his life, and he is still making trouble until he dies.

The master is not tired, but she, as a subordinate, has long been discouraged.

Ah Yuan dragged his heavy steps, and a more heartfelt gambling curse came into his ears behind him. Suddenly I felt, how is living like this different from dying? Maybe Ming'er will make an order in the morning, and the king will feel that the time for Jieyu Niangniang has come, and they, the palace people, will be relieved.

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One night, Jiang Ran's house was forcibly broken into. Two powerful eunuchs held her in custody, pressed to the mottled and painted board, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free.

The face was covered with rough paper soaked in water.

This time, she thought, it was really the end of the road.

Until she died, King Huai never called her again.

She was unwilling. There was so much hatred in her heart, heavier than the rough paper that covered her face, made it extremely difficult for her to breathe, and could kill her in an instant.

At the last moment, my heart was full of eyes, but I was still unwilling.

In a trance, I remembered that the person she hated the most, Jiang Ayu, once commanded her, held the frame of her daughter-in-law, and warned her-

In this world, how many people have died on the word "unwilling".

Now, how funny, she has become one of them......

(End of Jiang Ran)

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Everyone yearns for a better life. Some people are getting better and better, and some people are getting worse and worse.

How big your heart is determines how you live your life.