Once upon a time, she wished to peel off their skin, twitch their tendons, drink their blood, and eat their flesh. She wished she could shave off their hair, dig out their cruel eyes, cut off their noses, and beat them.
Rot their teeth, deafen their ears, cut off their limbs, put them into the toilet, throw them into the cesspit, and make them a pair of human pigs, mother and son.
However, if she did that, she would no longer be her, but the same as them; if she did that, she would not be able to go back to ten years ago, five years ago, or even yesterday; if she did that, she would not be able to redeem herself.
It doesn’t matter who’s soul, who’s soul, it will only make your hands stained with more blood.
In the end, she hated them, but she hated hatred even more. If it wasn't for hatred, Shangguan would never have killed Huo Yin. If it wasn't for hatred, Mu Youqing wouldn't have done all this. If it wasn't for hatred, she wouldn't have lived in pain.
After so many years...
I always feel that life is ridiculous, some people are willing to fall, some people are struggling to resist, and some people are content with the situation, but in the end, they all say that this is destiny and it was destined long ago.
She doesn't believe in destiny, but she can't get rid of it. She knows that all of this has been doomed in her previous life. She tries to get rid of it, but who knows if it will be destiny again after getting rid of it: some people may say that this is a self-restraint.
The fallen man finally figured it out one day and began to resist vigorously, but the final outcome had actually been arranged long ago, and it was an outcome tailor-made for him.
She is just an ordinary woman who wants to live the life she wants, do the things she likes, and be with the people she loves. However, reality hits her time and time again, even to the point of defeating her.
But it took a turn for the worse at a critical moment.
After stumbling like this for so many years, she was a little tired. At this moment, she just wanted to lie down in Li Moran's broad arms and sleep quietly without thinking about anything, caring about anything, or doing anything.
dividing line——————
More than ten days later, the war between Qi and Chu finally broke out, but there was no news at all in the Qi Palace about something strange about Li Xiangran's health.
Yuan'er led a group of palace maids holding food boxes into the second floor of the Yaxuan Pavilion of Yongle Palace, only to see Shangguan Feng'er standing by the window looking at the bamboo forest behind in a daze. She stepped forward and called out softly, "Master,
It’s time to eat.”
"Leave it alone." Shangguan Feng'er's beautiful eyes were still staring at the bamboo forest.
Since learning about the Qi-Chu War, Li Moran was sent to the front line. The days in Yan Palace have become more and more painful for Shangguan Feng'er, like reading a boring book, which is long and difficult, but now she can
All I have to do is wait, just like I did in Qingzhou, waiting for the dawn to come again.
Yuan'er stepped forward and whispered, "Master, you'd better eat it while it's hot."
"If you don't have an appetite, just leave it for a while." Shangguan Feng'er retracted her distant gaze and turned to look at Yuan'er.
Yuan'er frowned, "Master has been saying this for days, and he never saw you eat in the end. If the emperor finds out later, I will be blamed." As he said this, he pouted unhappily.
Shangguan Feng'er forced a smile and said, "No, don't worry. Brother Huang is so busy that he doesn't have time to eat every day, so how can he have time to care about me."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the voice of the palace man outside the house, "Long live the emperor, a thousand years old Lord Chen." Then he saw Shangguan Hao's moon-white figure striding into the house, and beside him was Shangguan Chen's crimson figure.