At this time, Lin Yuan had just returned from the Shangshi Bureau.

She was carrying two roast chickens in her hands, her clothes were ripped all over the place, her hair was all scattered, and she was running wildly on a deserted path. Lin Yuan was the kind of girl with poor physical strength in her last life and in this life, in short, she never had to fight to solve problems in her previous life. But in this life, she found a benefit - she was the chosen waiter of Zhengjipin, and the opponents didn't dare to fight too hard when the old palace maids in the monk food bureau fought, after all, she was a nominal master.

She was hungry in the Mirror Moon Pavilion for more than a month, and was abused and eaten by Xiaomei every day, and finally she couldn't stand it anymore. She had gained a general understanding of the palace after a month of hard study, and with her safety assured, she began to get out of the house.

When it comes to food, she has no other way but to come to the food bureau to beg for food. Then, as expected, those slaves who looked down on people not only did not give her food, but also laughed at her downfall to her face. Lin Yuan was hungry and dizzy, staring at the roast chicken on the stove and couldn't take her eyes off, so she simply rolled up her sleeves and did a fight.

Listening to Xiaomei, the harem of the Great Qin Dynasty is a hell on earth, and there are not a few concubines who froze to death and starved to death because they were not favored. At this time, Lin Yuan, who was carrying the roast chicken, smiled silently, or Miss Ben's thinking was active.

She was so hungry that she stopped halfway through the run, found a small pond to wash her hands and began to nibble on roast chicken. Although the place where she lives is remote, it also has advantages, there is no one around, and she is not afraid of being seen in this embarrassed appearance.

Dig, this roast chicken must be produced by Quanjude! This taste is so delicious, it is really an ancestral craft, and the Quanju De in the previous life is far worse than this, and one generation is not as good as the next...... Well, no, Quanjude is a duck seller......

Lin Yuan ate with a mouth full of oil. She had been on the wine table for a long time in her previous life, and she had never eaten such a delicious thing, hunger is the number one delicacy in the world, Zhu Yuanzhang said it well. Alas, the phoenix that landed on the ground is not as good as a chicken, thinking that she refused to go out to meet people even when her hair was messy, but now she almost doesn't recognize herself in this appearance.

Lin Yuan, be strong! She thought to herself. Well, sooner or later, one day she will get rid of this downfall.

Lin Yuan has been thinking about it these days. She knew that as the emperor's concubine, there was only one way to live well - hugging the emperor's thigh. I heard that the emperor was Chinese New Year's Eve at the time, quite a strong age, and I only hoped that his face would not be too ugly.

But she hasn't figured out a practical way yet. Because it's really hard! Now that the emperor has been on the throne for eight years, there are no more and no less concubines in the harem, a total of about fifty, and there are more than a dozen favored alone. These women are all extraordinary, and they have a very bad heart (it is certainly not easy to survive in the palace), how easy is it to get in if you want to insert a foot in it?

At present, she can only slowly figure it out, first try to eat enough to not starve to death, and then use various methods to listen to the news and wait for an opportunity to do it. According to the news she inquired, the women in this harem are really terrible, the concubines who entered the palace in this year's draft are fighting to the death, and the queen and the concubine Rou often fight, and those who lose the battle will lose the emperor's favor and status like themselves now, and even die. Just today, that Bai Liangdi was practicing dance again - people practiced dance, and they invited a large group of dancers from the pear garden to dance together, and it was in the courtyard of the Four Seasons Pavilion in front of the palace gate, the scene was spectacular and eye-catching. Lin Yuan was deeply suspicious of her purpose in practicing dance.

This Bai Liangdi is not an ordinary person. She was born in a big family, and as soon as she entered the palace, she was given Xiaoyi by virtue of her family background, not only that, but she also danced a quite amazing plate on the night of her first bed, which was only appreciated by the emperor alone, and since then she has been heavily favored.

Alas, they are not easy people to deal with! Lin Yuan felt that her opponent in this life was much more powerful than in her previous life.

Now she starts to use her brain as soon as she is free. She wants to live a good life, but she also has to make sure that she doesn't get killed, which is a bit difficult to clear.

After all, she is a girl who cherishes her face, and Lin Yuan began to dress up after eating half a roast chicken. She scooped water in the lotus pond and washed her face, broke all her hair and combed it by hand. It was unfortunate to cross over, but the only thing that made her feel lucky was this body - yes, this Lin Xuanzhi was better than President Lin in appearance. In modern society, Lin Yuan is very proud of her appearance, after all, she has used her capital many times in order to climb up, which requires hard conditions.

But the current body surprised Lin Yuan. The standard melon seed face, the skin is snow-white, and the facial features are delicate like paintings. Lin Yuan came to a conclusion to this Lin Xuanzhi: if she wears this body back, it will not be a problem to be a first-line actress.

There is no endless road, and the ancients did not deceive me! Lin Yuan thought that although the future is very slim and the road is very difficult, with the support of strong capital, the success rate will not be too low.

When Lin Yuan was using his brain to nibble on roast chicken and fix his hair, a voice suddenly came from opposite the small pond.

Lin Yuan immediately ran back with the uneaten roast chicken, and found a lush plum tree to hide underneath. She thought that it was the eunuchs who did rough work in the palace who came to prune the plants, and she always didn't want to be too embarrassed.

But when she looked from behind the plum tree, her jaw was about to fall to the ground.

Na, who in this palace wants to use a luxurious version of the sedan chair carried by sixteen people (in fact, it is called a step chariot)? Who travels with a team of more than 30 people? And who can wear orthodox yellow? The color of the clothes brightened Lin Yuan's eyes.

Lin Yuan swallowed a big gulp of saliva, the guy in front of him was a system reward dozens of times larger than roast chicken, an epic boss who sent money, meat and equipment, commonly known as the emperor.

So what now? Do you really want to go out and hit the boss? Lin Yuan has studied the homework about this BOSS, and has already simulated the scene of facing the BOSS hundreds of times in her heart, and she also knows that what she lacks most is the opportunity to meet the BOSS...... However, the state at this time is too bad. Although the body is not messy, the hair is scattered, and there is not a single piece of jewelry; The face is pale because of long-term starvation and cold, and there is no fat powder; The body is filled with the strange smell of roast chicken instead of the fragrance of rouge......

And this big boss is a little strange, isn't Bai Liangdi practicing dance with great fanfare? I heard that it was a long-lost neon dress and feather dance, and many concubines went over to see the excitement. Lin Yuan felt that even if the big boss didn't take the initiative to go, Bai Liangdi would take action.

In the end, Lin Yuan made a decision. She threw down the roast chicken in her hand, took off her tattered coat, touched her oily palms on it, and then left behind the plum tree as if nothing had happened.

She was driving away with her back to the dragon. I am afraid that many women like to enthusiastically pounce on the emperor in the forest, or pretend to meet by chance but deliberately walk in the direction of the emperor, but in the face of the emperor who has read countless women, the success rate of this practice is very low.

When Lin Yuan was pacing slowly, he inadvertently broke a branch full of plum blossoms in his hand, making a crisp "click" sound in the silent and cold early spring.

Let's see what God wants. If you're not lucky enough this time, you'll always come up with a way to do it later.