Feng Qiao...... I'm not as good as Phoenix Feather, I'll never be able to compare......

"The Emperor's ......"

Swallowing the lump between his throats, Feng Wu sat on the cold ground and closed his reddish eyes.

Feng Qiao, do you know that I was almost beaten to death just to see you? When I was a child, you were so dazzling, you are the sun and moon in the sky, I am weak dust, I look up at the sun and moon in the dust, as long as I can get close to you, I feel that I am the happiest person in the world, my heart for you, the sun and the moon can be seen, but have you ever looked back at me, just a glance...... None of them.

Feng Qiao, you touch my hands, they have never had youth, they have never been as soft as the hands of the queen's mother, they have made beautiful clothes for you, they have made soup for you, they were once like white bones, dried and cracked into sticks without flesh and bones in the wind, have you ever felt sorry for me in the slightest? No, you won't see these people in the dust, but I'm happy to see you in my clothes, and to hear that you like to eat my food. But...... But there will always be some unwillingness...... What has she done for you? She was just reincarnated into a famous family, she has more than me, and she is just an identity background and a vixen's face, apart from these, where can she compare to me? Where am I good for you?! But you can only see her, you can only see her! With her, you don't have me in your eyes.

Feng Qiao...... Huang Yu has a wave of tears to get your gentleness, an injury will make you nervous for a few days and nights without eating or sleeping, and even do not hesitate to with your mother, but why, when I cry, you are so impatient? It doesn't even hide the disgust and impatience in his expression.

What the hell am I ...... What went wrong? Am I not loving you enough? Is it because my feelings are not deep enough? I just want to get you, just like I do to you, and you do the same to me, isn't that good?

I didn't even hesitate to lose myself, to learn the dress of the phoenix, the preferences of the phoenix, the blue enchantress in that yard, I planted it for a long time, but I didn't even get a look at you. Huang Yu said that he wanted one, so you moved all of them to the Ice Pavilion.

You're so smart, can't you see my reluctance? That's the flower I worked so hard to plant, why give it to her, why give it to her? I have to pretend to be a sisterly to her, I can't play anymore, I really can't play anymore.

I was born in the palace, I am the child of an inferior palace maid, I don't know who my father is, I am an existence that is not allowed by the world, the woman who gave birth to me after birth almost strangled me to death, if I didn't have the strength after giving birth, I might have died.

The woman didn't end well, she tried to strangle me, and finally she fainted and didn't open her eyes. A mongrel, who would adopt me, they threw me and the woman's body together in a mass grave, and a passing man rescued me, gave me food, and gave me a house that was not too warm, and I could never call that place home.

When I grew up to be male and female, I realized that it was something inferior to a beast.

Crowded small tiled house, dim night, blurred face of man......

Each time it was a beating for no reason.

He beats me when he drinks, beats me when he's happy, and beats me when he's unhappy.

When the food is salty, it will hit me, and the soles of my shoes will come to me, and my head will buzz.

If his quilt is uncomfortable, he may be beaten.

He woke up at night and couldn't sleep, and he might be beaten.

If the house is not neatly tied, you may be beaten.

If the house is too neatly tied, you may also be beaten.

If you plant rice quickly, you will be beaten, and if you are slow, you will be beaten.

There was a grain of rice dropped by my brother on the ground, a water stain on the table, and my clothes were not dried......

These may have been the reasons for the beating.

I was knocked unconscious and woke up in pain all over my body and covered in blood.

Men beat me for all sorts of strange reasons, not even for any reason.

And the only person who protected me, the man's wife, was often beaten half-dead for defending her.

The woman is good to me, although not as good as her own son, but she also really loves me. Every time a man wouldn't give me food, the woman would leave me with her own dry food, and if there was something delicious, she would leave a little bit of it.

But women are very weak, they will only rely on their husbands' orders to do things, and they dare not resist at all, this is a generation that respects their husbands, and it is not difficult to understand what women do, but I am different, I have known since I was a child that I am not a man's child, and I have never been beaten honestly.

Although I was beaten worse every time, no matter how others persuaded me or how women cried, I would not give in to that scum and beg for mercy.

I can't beat him now, and I may not be able to beat him in the future, but I can run, as long as I run out, run to a place he can't find, it's a new life.

I told the woman about running away, and the woman covered my mouth in horror and yelled at me for not dying.

But if you stay here, will you die?

Can't a woman see how disgusting a man looks at her? It's not like looking at a child, it's more like looking at a delicious dish, and the greed in my eyes can be seen at a young age.

But the woman can't see that her husband is her heaven.

Once she was lying on the bed, and the woman had red eyes and wrung a wet towel to wipe the blood from my face.

I opened my eyes and asked weakly, "Why didn't you run just now?" ”

The woman choked and shook her head.

What else would you do besides shaking your head and flinching?

I was beaten just now because after I came back from the field, I heard movement in the house.

As soon as I entered the door, I smelled the smell of alcohol, and it was the man who came back drunk.

Men are beating women.

I took the hoe and pounced, and the man heard a voice behind him, turned around and grabbed the hoe, and shook it violently.

What's next...... I don't remember exactly.

Once again, I proposed to the woman to leave here: "Let's go, if you are reluctant, take your brother with you, I think of a way, it's a big deal to do some hard work, I heard that the hard work in the city is very profitable, I have a lot of strength, I can survive after all...... If you can't do it, you will go to the Qinglou to serve tea and pour water, and the guests will never look at me like this...... He didn't give you a good day at all, and he still had you to serve him, and beat you when he was unhappy...... Without him......"

The woman covered my mouth and shook her head with tears in her eyes, again.

I don't understand, why should I be attached to such a man when I can live a better life on my own, is it just because of secular rules and feudal dogma?

I can even mention the Qinglou, she doesn't understand what a woman's insistence is for.

Women never resist, when they are beaten, they cry loudly afterwards, and the man who cries is more annoying, and the more annoying he is, the more ruthless he is.

Won't we have these things when we leave? Where is the world so big that you can't be accommodated, if you leave here, who will know that you have a husband, who will know your miserable past? Even begging for food is better than beating to death.

I hate women, I hate women's weakness, I hate women's pedantry.

I also hate God for being so unfair to me and not letting me live a good day.

The thought of leaving grew stronger, another day the man didn't know where to drink, the woman was not at home, my two-year-old brother was taken away by the woman, I stepped on the creaky chair, climbed to the highest cupboard, and found a locked.

That's where the man puts his money, and he usually takes the money from there and gives it to the woman, so that the woman can buy vegetables and wine.

Maybe the man drank too much today and got confused when he left, forgetting to lock the box. I've never seen so much money spent in vain, and I feel like it's the most beautiful thing in the world, it's something that feeds her and gets her out of this horrible place.

I feel very lucky today, and this must be a sign that my escape plan has been successful. I picked up the box where the money was hidden, stepped on the chair and jumped down.

There is a saying that happiness begets sorrow.

At this time, the man returned.

The man's cloudy eyes saw the box I was holding, and he suddenly became fierce.

I was beaten by a man and couldn't speak, scolding men intermittently, and all the swear words I could think of were spoken.

In response, I was struck with one punch after another.

I don't know how I survived, I woke up with pain all over my body, blood oozing from the wound, and the woman didn't treat me.

I didn't lie in bed, but in the stinking pigsty, and I was so hungry that I put a handful of pig feed in my mouth and choked on it.

I didn't shed a single tear.

I actually felt that the pigs were better than I ate, and that this was one of the few full meals I had.

When I came back to life, I ran away.

A girl of five or six years old, as you can imagine, was either a trafficker or starved to death waiting for me.

I was scammed away by human traffickers.

It was also deliberately scammed.

If you don't follow them, you will starve to death. The traffickers said that if you follow them, there will be delicious white flour steamed buns.

There are white flour steamed buns, but they don't necessarily have my share.

She needs to grab.

Dozens of hungry half-grown children went to grab a few white-flour steamed buns, and when they grabbed them, they devoured them, choking with red faces and thick necks.

If you can't grab it, you're hungry.

This is a place where the law of the jungle eats the strong, and there are no useless people here.

That steamed bun is delicious, it's delicious to look at.

But I haven't eaten it.

No matter how powerful a girl is, she can't compare to a boy's strength.

I no longer rob her like a mad dog, but use my brain to coax others to rob her and bring it to her mouth.

In exchange, it was my own body.

After a year of training, I survived from the few girls.

was sent to the palace, not even the lowest slave, doing the most tiring work, suffering the most, and receiving the least amount of money.

But I'm well fed.

I think that God is also a little merciful to me, otherwise how could I have lived until now, and I still have a considerable amount of money.

But I don't dare to hope for God's mercy anymore, and my own illusory luck, I can't think of how good I can be, and I don't dare to think that I just need to keep the status quo.

It wasn't until I saw you for the first time that I believed that there was really luck in this world.

The depressing world of black and white suddenly has an abrupt color, and I can't take my eyes off it.

For the first time, I discovered the meaning of life, and I realized that there are many things in the world that I want in addition to money.

That was the first time I saw the emperor, the golden brocade clouds and dense clouds, falling long red glass beads, among the stars and the moon, as if in the clouds.

It's gorgeous, and it's better than money.

Many eunuchs and palace maids followed behind the emperor, and many palace forbidden soldiers followed behind the emperor's long line.

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