This is a short story that Yanzi wrote on a whim after looking for inspiration that day and re-reading the list of gods. If you don’t like it, don’t read it!!
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I am Su Daji, a woman who covers her face with a veil all day long, not because I am ugly, but because beauty is a curse.
I am an incomparably beautiful creature. This can be proved very well from my sister. Su Daji, my sister, was praised by the Shang Dynasty poets as: The Nine-Heaven Fairy descends to the Yaochi, and in the moon.
If Chang'e leaves Jade Palace, I will naturally not be any worse off.
The only difference is that she is the favored concubine of King Zhou of Shang, and I am not.
I am just a little orphan adopted by the Queen Mother. I was abandoned by others since I was a child. When I was fifteen years old, the Queen Mother Zhou informed me of my life experience. Since then, a dark shadow has been cast on my heart.
I hate the person who abandoned me, but I respect the Empress Dowager Zhou because she has adopted me for eighteen years and raised me on behalf of my cruel mother for eighteen years. I think I am grateful to her from the bottom of my heart.
Therefore, since she became ill, although I still have such a cold expression, my heart is burning with anxiety. I don't want the only person I am close to to leave me.
One afternoon, he summoned me.
Later, there was a gentle and dignified woman. Yes, in my heart, she was not the woman who once was the most beautiful in the world and turned all living beings upside down. Nor was she the glorious and noble Empress Dowager of the Shang Dynasty. She was just a woman.
The only woman I respect in my heart.
Now, she was lying on the gorgeous bed, and her face still retained the charm of unparalleled elegance, even though she was tortured by illness and was dying.
The pale and dry lips moved, as if they had something to say to me, so I walked in.
The maids and guards in the palace have been dismissed long ago, and only one of the late princes is left to serve. I once heard the maid say that King Zhou now has two brothers, Wei Ziqi and Jizi Zhongyan, both of whom are full of knowledge and talents.
Gao Badou, especially Wei Ziqi, was kind and virtuous and won the hearts of the people.
When I was very young, I had a casual encounter with him in the East Palace, and I still have a vague impression of him.
When I passed by him, I heard an almost inaudible sound of surprise. Even though I was still wearing a veil, which covered most of my face, it did not damage my beauty in any way, and it only seemed to be hidden.
I glanced at him quietly from the corner of my eye, clearly feeling his gaze, but he only stayed beside me, silent and silent, and did not speak.
I wondered why King Zhou, the emperor of the Shang Dynasty, was not around when he was dying, but only Wei Ziqi was left by his side. There was an ominous premonition in my heart.
I walked to her side and gently lifted her skinny body. The pain ruthlessly wiped away her unrivaled beauty, and her skin was empty. No matter how good the skin was, how could it withstand the ravages of time and illness?
.
She reminds me of my charming sister with ice-cold muscles and jade bones. I wonder if she will lose her beauty because of her beauty, and whether King Zhou will praise her for looking back at her and smiling every step of the way.
But maybe I can't see that beauty is a disaster, beauty is a disaster, and I don't know if she has a chance to live to this age.
Then she took my hand, and she was as thin as a stick. I was shocked. These hands were once so green and smooth, and so slender and boney. Now, they are like leaves falling in the wind, and as dry as spiders.
stiff.
I silently let her hold my hand, deeply feeling her worries and expectations.