Just after the ugly hour, the side door of the palace opened, and the two eunuchs carried a sack with expressionless faces and threw it out, making a muffled sound of "poof".

By the time Ah Xiang got out of the sack in disgrace, the palace door had already been tightly closed.

Thirty boards down, her whole body was in pain as if she had been torn apart, and flowers had already bloomed on her buttocks, and at this moment the blood coagulated into a dark brown, sticking her skin and clothes together, and her heart hurt when she moved.

But no matter how painful her body is, it can't compare to the pain in her heart. Ah Xiang really doesn't understand, how did things turn out like this? She worked so hard and planned with all her heart, why did she fail? Now that she has been driven back, the world is vast, how can she survive?

She clutched the hem of her garment in a daze, and kept muttering why.

The answer is actually quite simple. A person's achievements are often limited by his vision, he has nothing at the beginning, and he climbs up with his own ability and successfully stands at the pinnacle, not nothing, but there are very few, which can be called one in a million.

Such people are usually born with great intelligence or good luck.

And Ah Xiang's self-esteem is very high, but he is just sitting in a well and watching the sky.

She wanted to know why Emperor Yan was unwilling to pity her and show mercy to his subordinates.

As everyone knows, in terms of appearance, she is just middle-class. Mo said that he was not as good as the concubine, even among the palace maids, he was not top-notch. She has been in the palace for a long time, but she doesn't know that Emperor Yan is very xenophobic, and the concubines in the palace are all domestic women. Unless she really has the appearance of captivating the country and the city, how can Emperor Yan look at her squarely?

She couldn't figure out how the once ordinary Alain could suddenly become a saint respected by everyone.

Seeing that Alan was loved by Emperor Yan and enjoyed all the glory, she was very jealous. But she never thought that if it weren't for Alain, all of them would die in the Colosseum, and instead of being grateful, she tried to replace them. She is extremely ambitious, but her ability simply cannot support such ambitions. Her so-called elaborate planning is nothing more than a joke in the eyes of others.

She couldn't figure out why Concubine Shu was so stupid and soft-hearted.

Ah Xiang has always felt that the main reason for her failure is Concubine Shu's weakness. If Concubine Shu charmed Alan and immediately took action, they would lose both, and she would have a chance to take the position. She didn't realize that it wasn't that Concubine Shu was weak, but that she herself was too vicious. One is Alan who has the grace to save his life, and the other is a concubine who has no grievances, but Ah Xiang hopes that they will not die well.

Maybe Concubine Shu is really not smart. But Ah Xiang is not only not smart, but also vicious.

In this world, there are such self-defeating ants at any time and their heads are broken and bleeding, until they disappear from this world, they don't know where they failed and where they went wrong.

Admittedly, these are bad times. Bad times may force people to do evil in order to survive, but some people's bad nature is their nature. No matter what era she is in, in order to be on top, she will trample on or even murder others.

Such a person, such an end, it is very appropriate to describe it in four words-

Have only oneself to blame.

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In the early morning, a warm golden orange rises over the eastern horizon. The Bright Moon Palace is shrouded in mist, like an elegant landscape painting.

A feather-like soft touch swept across her face, causing Bolan to open her eyes.

It's really a little finch, fluttering its wings around the Bolan, and its jewel-like eyes look exceptionally bright and friendly in the sunlight.

I fell asleep on the rooftop.

"Thank you for waking me up." Bolan stretched out her index finger and gently tapped the little finch's velvet head. The little finch chirped twice, flapped its wings and flew high into the air.

"Oh my God, the Holy Maiden is gone! Who is on duty? ”

"I somehow fell asleep......"

"Quick, let's look for it, Holy Maiden—Holy Maiden—"

The palace people also woke up one after another, and they were busy looking for her.

Bolan patted her dress and jumped down.

"I'm here."

In the inner hall, more than a dozen palace people listened to Bolan briefly talk about what happened last night, and they all broke out in a cold sweat.

"So, who told Ah Xiang that there is a so-called 'beauty spring' in the Moon Palace?"

Bolan deliberately asked with a straight face, but unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, a little palace maid named Ling Fang knelt and moved a few steps forward, and said in a trembling voice: "It's a slave, a slave and maid should die." ”

"Let's stand down for the others."

Only Bolan and Lingfang were left in the hall.

Actually, Bolan quite likes Lingfang. When Bolan arrived at Mingyue Palace on the first day, Ling Fang peeled grapes for her, and secretly swallowed saliva while peeling, Bolan was funny, so she simply let her pick two bunches of grapes and share them with the palace people. I still remember that Ling Fang's eyes at that time had the most sincere gratitude and pure joy.

Ling Fang is quite simple, every time people in the palace shoot rainbow farts around Bolan, Ling Fang is always the most clumsy.

"I once instructed that the affairs of Mingyue Palace, no matter how big or small, should not be spread out. Why do you say to Ah Xiang Hu? ”

"The Holy Maiden of Enlightenment...... The slave maid should die, she received the money from Sister Ah Xiang that day, and she was so happy that she thought that she could take it out to help her parents, so she drank the sweet water she gave. I never thought it was sweet wine, and the slave was too strong to drink, so I lost my words. If they had known that it was wine, the slave would not have drunk it. If the slave is sober, she will definitely not talk nonsense to the outside world. It's all the slave's fault, and the slave is willing to be punished. ”

Because Bolan still had a straight face, Ling Fang thought that she was going to die, and choked up in fear as she spoke.

Bolan believed that Ling Fang's words were true, she was silent for a while, and suddenly asked, "On weekdays, why are the palace people always keen to cater to praise?" Especially you, you clearly don't like it, but you keep forcing yourself to do the same. ”

"Huh?" Ling Fang didn't expect the holy woman to ask this, and unconsciously raised her head to look at Bolan.

I saw that although she was still expressionless on her face, there was no anger, but a faint hint of gentleness.

Ling Fang lowered her head and instinctively said the truth: "Because in this palace, only by pleasing the master can you survive." Everybody is like that, and if I want to live a good life, I have to learn this. ”

Alive, these two words again.

Bolan once disdained the palace people's whiskers and hypocrisy, it turned out that they couldn't help themselves, but in order to live well.

Suddenly, she had a little more understanding of the palace people. They don't want to stand up and be themselves, but their low status makes them have to lower their heads and bury their emotions and humanity. Their lives are quite difficult and difficult.

In these days in the palace, Bolan has pondered countless times whether the original Alain's "life" has another meaning, and how to truly realize her wish.

Now, these two words came out of the mouth of the little palace maid Ling Fang, and at that moment, something was about to come out, like an invisible hand, tugging at Bolan's heartstrings.

Ling Fang was still trembling, no matter what the reason, what she did wrong was wrong. In this palace, there have been too many times when one wrong step has been taken and nothing can be recovered. She awaited her fate in horror.

In the middle of the ring, Ling Fang heard the holy maiden say softly: "You go and call everyone in, and then pick a leaf." ”