The first year of Tianwu, the fifteenth day of the first month.

It was night, and the full moon was high.

In the splendid palace of Zishuo City of the Great Qin Kingdom, the lanterns are colorful, singing and laughing, the sound of ceremonial music and bamboo is endless, and in the earth-shattering roar, the colorful fireworks illuminate the sky above the palace, rendering the huge palace as if it were day.

Only the southwest corner of the palace is a dead silence.

The cold moonlight shines through a hole in the roof, illuminating the small space inside.

A thinly dressed woman in white lay quietly on the ground, her long black hair scattered all over her side. Beneath the messy hair is a small face the size of a palm.

White and delicate skin, curved willow eyebrows, closed eyes, small and slightly upturned nose, rose-like lips are seductive but like dehydrated petals. The moonlight shone on her face, and her face was as pale as snow.

Suddenly, the light from the broken skylight dimmed, as if it was blocked by something.

A pair of sharp eyes looked through the opening, listened intently for a while, and then took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom and accurately dropped a few drops into the slightly open cherry lips on his pale face.

After a while, the woman's eyebrows were slightly frowned, and her eyelids moved slightly

In the continuous roar of fireworks in the sky, finally, the woman on the ground opened her eyes in a daze.

Headache, chest pain, pain all over the body, pain almost to death.

When she woke up, she had only one thought.

She shook her head weakly, as if that would dispel the darkness and the heavy dizziness in front of her.

The narrow skylight above her head, flickering and flickering, made Meishuang feel that the light leaking from the palm-sized place was very dazzling.

She narrowed her eyes, where was she? Is she dead?

At that time, her hands were on her chest, and the beating from her chest cavity slowly regained her consciousness, and she was still alive.

Suddenly, with the unique sharp whistle of fireworks piercing the sky again, the huge explosion in the sky, the palm-sized skylight on the head began to flicker and flicker, even more dazzling.

Meishuang closed her eyes again.

At that moment, she could imagine how lively and noisy it must have been inside and outside Zishuo City this night. In the dark night sky like a curtain, how dazzling it should be when the fireworks are in full bloom

Hehe......

Today, the new emperor of the Great Qin State ascended the throne, and at the same time, the post-book ceremony was carried out, and the world was amnesty! The whole country rejoices!

Meishuang laughed uncontrollably in her heart.

The world is amnesty......

However, where is she, the empress of the Great Qin Kingdom, who has just been canonized and admired by all the people, at this moment?

In the space that can only be accommodated, there are dust deposits on the house sorghum, and cobwebs are heavy.

Under the reflection of the fireworks in the sky, she could even see the occasional mouse shuttling in the corner of the wall. Underneath him, the rotten straw and the unrecognizable quilt beside him emitted a disgusting smell......

Meishuang shuddered.

And compared to the pickles in front of her, what made her shudder even more was the scene of Fang Cai, the sudden change in Weiyang Palace, and the merciless slap of her emperor's husband

Gusts of cold wind blew from the cracks in the four walls, she shivered from the cold, lowered her eyes to look at her body, the heavy and cumbersome phoenix crown dress had already been rudely ripped off by a group of hideous-looking grandmothers, only the clothes on her body were thin and dirty.

She pulled the corners of her lips self-deprecatingly, but she couldn't stop hissing in pain.

Thinking of the infinite scenery before entering the palace, she was a little skeptical, is she really the daughter of Zuo Xiang?

Mei Shuang, when she came out of the left and pampered her daughter, the queen of the main palace who was canonized by the iron scroll of the Great Qin New Emperor Danshu, wore a phoenix crown on her head, wore gorgeous clothes, and was bowed down by hundreds of officials with the highest position in the sky, and just sat down in the queen's bedroom, she suddenly became a slut who everyone sponed, and was trapped in this small prison that did not see the light of day......

This process is like a dream, but after all, it is a dream......

Meishuang sighed sadly, and reluctantly raised her hand to caress her swollen and numb cheeks, and her mouth was bitter.

Indeed, although this slap was painful, it was much lighter than her own sister's style.

The stab wound in her rib was due to her sister Merru.

At that time, her beautiful and caring sister Mei Ru came to the prison, for her, it was simply a light in the dark, just when Mei Shuang burst into tears, Mei Ru's sweet smile made her suddenly fall into an ice cellar.

"Sister, don't be sad, the position of this queen shouldn't have belonged to you in the first place. After such an ugly thing, my sister is no longer shameless, even if the Queen Mother loves you again, she will no longer be able to protect her sister because of the public; Moreover, the emperor doesn't like his sister in the first place, it's just his sister's wishful thinking. What's more, my sister has done bad things in order to be the queen, and now Miss Chu can't even enter the palace gate, so even if my sister doesn't have such ugly things, the emperor will not let you sigh, my sister will only affect the Mei family if she is alive, from now on, I will wait for the emperor on behalf of my sister, and my sister just needs to go with peace of mind."

Then, a touch of snow at the bottom of her sleeve reflected Meishuang's frightened face.

Mei Ru approached step by step, looking at Mei Shuang, who was already scared, and stared at the corners of her lips with a satisfied smile, "Sister, don't be afraid, I have to thank you for fighting for the back position." Sister, it's not in vain that I have been bullied by my sister all these years, I will let my sister go with less pain"

Mei Shuang was dumbfounded, and before she could shout "help", a sharp pain spread all over her limbs, and then, as if from a distant place, Mei Ru's anxious and bitter voice came, "Come on!" Sister, she can't think of it! ”

Mei Shuang lowered her eyes and saw under her ribs, her hand gently stroked the wound, and through her clothes, she could also feel the hastily bandaged bandage, and the blood stains on her white clothes were all visible.

Looking at the moonlight above her head in a daze, it was better to be alive, at least she didn't want to die like this.

Now that I think about it, the root of the tragedy is that the palace grandmother found her letters of fornication in her dowry box.

If this is true, as the daughter of the left minister, she is not only morally corrupt, but also has a terrifying low IQ; Remembering that the scared maid Tang'er shook her anxiously, "Miss, you speak!" You and King Zhao - how is this possible! ”

She wanted to defend herself, but under the blank mind, she didn't know how to speak, and the emperor who came in a hurry couldn't help but say, and a slap directly sent her to the prison. What's even more tragic is that at that time, through the thick red hijab, she didn't even see what the legendary invincible husband looked like

Now, thinking about what Mei Ru said before giving her a knife, then there is a lot of information. To be honest, she would rather believe her maid Sugar, since it is impossible, it is someone who framed her.

After thinking about it for a long time, I can only sigh, even if it is a dream, this dream wakes up too quickly!

It's like fireworks in the sky, full of splendor, prosperous and dazzling when in full bloom, and finally short-lived

But at least, I'm alive now. Even if he becomes a prisoner who everyone spurns, he is still alive.

Meishuang laughed self-deprecatingly.

Looking at ancient and modern history, is there a more tragic queen than her? From canonization to distribution, it was only a few hours, which can be said to have created a precedent for the shortest-serving queen in history.

The cold wind continued to blow from the breach in the corner of the wall, and Meishuang shivered, and her brain was much clearer.

Looking up at the palm-sized skylight again, the fireworks didn't know when they stopped, and the hazy moonlight flowed down, clear and clear, and the air was filled with a faint smell of gunpowder from fireworks and firecrackers.

There was a small leap in her heart, and she finally didn't die.

yes, what could be better than being alive?