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I chuckled. "Grandma, I dropped it myself. I didn't touch it at all."

The mama yelled even louder, "What the hell, Ni Chuxue, why are you talking to me? What's your attitude? If it wasn't you, who else would it be? "

"What kind of punishment does Mammy want?" Or am I bound to receive some sort of punishment? " My voice was cold.

She definitely didn't know that I would say that. If it were a normal palace maid, she would only kneel on the ground and beg while trembling in fear.

There are too many ugly faces that I can't see clearly. Jian Lan, who fell to the ground, doesn't dare to move.

"You reckless palace maid, you actually destroyed this Sword Orchid. What are you going to use to compensate her?"

I chuckled. "Isn't it just about my life?"

How precious was a pot of flowers? Compared to a human life, the flower was not broken. What was broken was only the flower pot.

It turned out that it was so simple to frame someone and take a person's life. I had asked myself, I have never offended them before.

However, it wasn't that they wanted to make things difficult for me, but that someone wanted to do so.

If this was the so-called torture, then this so-called tribulation would truly be looked down upon.

They were also servants, ah. There were different classes between servants, so how could they tolerate kindness?

"You …" The nanny was speechless for a moment.

Seventh Prince walked out from the shadows and coldly reprimanded: "What are you arguing about?"

When those people heard this, they hurriedly kneeled down and kowtowed. They didn't expect him to be there, so they were so scared that their voices trembled.

"Reporting to the Seventh Prince, it was this slut who broke the emperor's favorite flower."

My pupils lightly smiled. I didn't want to see how 'wonderful' the Seventh Prince's face was.

"All of you, scram back. If you've fallen, so be it." His cold voice sent chills down one's spine.

Those people quickly kneeled down respectfully. The Senior Servant Mu, with a frown on her face, glanced at me before leaving.

When I lift those flowers, I only broke a few branches and leaves, but they will grow back again if I break them. It's a pity, it's a good flowerpot.

If you leave the flowers in the garden, someone will definitely see them tomorrow and replace them with a flower pot.

Silently, he piled up the mud and debris on the ground to one side and wiped them clean.

Seventh Prince paced back and forth in annoyance. He could clearly see whether or not this was their duty.

Ai, why should I be angry with him? Sometimes, I really do not know myself, clearly do not want to show off, clearly only content. However, sometimes he still couldn't control himself and accidentally stepped out.

Showing off edge was not a good thing. No one would say that the moonlight was too bright, but there would be people who would hate the sun being too hot.

Ni Chu Xue, think of something fun, I softly said in my heart.

I still remember, under the moonlight, mother took my hand, gently taught me to paint.

That's right, if I want to draw a picture, I'll draw a picture of a sword orchid and give it to Shangguan Bing.

It's a beautiful flower, but it's sawn, and it hurts.

"Let's go back." A voice as cold as ice came from behind me.

Seventh Prince actually called me back, this is unbelievable, isn't he cold and merciless?

But I couldn't resist. I stood up, my knees aching, almost forgetting how to walk.

At ease, I turned around and walked past him. The moment I passed him, my cold gaze burned with the smell of alcohol, making the moonlight even more hazy.

Just as he was about to leave the garden, his voice was heard again, "Ni Chu Xue."

I stopped and turned around to look at him. I indifferently said, "Seventh Prince, do you have any other orders?"

"He sure is full of pride." He said lightly.

In my heart, however, I wanted to laugh and be arrogant. Didn't he want to wear down all of my arrogance?

I straightened my shoulders and stepped out of sight.

My shoulders sagged as I walked out of Yulong Palace.

My pride was still childish, a little funny, a little sad.

I don't want to think about it. I don't want to think about it.

How is the pear fragrance? I don't want to think about it, but I can't imagine that it would be even more messy.

After letting out a heavy sigh, they returned to the autumn chrysanthemum courtyard. Everyone was almost asleep.

I took the wooden basin to wash. The cold water hit my stiff face, making me feel better.

Wiping his face, he heard a wail coming from the window.

I stood on my tiptoes and looked up. It did not frighten me. A belt had been draped over the branch, and a maid was standing on the stone, her hands knotted.

With his back facing me, his long hair scattered under the moonlight. Is he going to hang himself?

I was so scared that I threw the handkerchief in my hand away and ran out.

"Wait." I called to the maid who was putting her head inside. His heart was beating fast. Fortunately, he still had time.

The maid turned to look at me, her face tear-stained and somewhat familiar. Wasn't that Feng'er, who was sleeping nearby?

I exhaled and gently shook my head. "Feng'er, don't."

She sobbed and looked at me. "Don't you mind me, I really can't live on."

Sighing, I approached her softly. "Phuong, is it worse than death?"

She nodded her head, "The people in the palace are all perverts, not humans." She wept bitterly, holding the rope with one hand and holding it up feebly.

I sat down on a rock and watched her cry. Even if I have her saved now, what about the next time? When one's heart was on the verge of death, it wasn't a matter of time.

He must have suffered a lot because of this sadness.

"You can leave. Don't worry about me." She lifted her face again.

I stood up and looked up at her face full of tears. "Feng Er, do you want to die?" "So, what happened to you?"

"I beg of you, please don't ask. Let me think. I can't wait for my death." As she spoke, she bit her lips so hard that blood flowed out.

My heart was wrung by pain. I didn't even want to think about it. It must have made her want to die in order to obtain a release.

Tears in the moonlight, wet and bright. My eyes also started to tear up. "Feng Er, I don't want to die."

She didn't know what I meant, so she took a deep breath and looked at me.

I sniffled, wiping away the tears at the corner of my eyes, "Feng'er, I almost died today, but I don't want to die. People suffer a lot when they live in this world. But there are also many happy things, and dreams of chasing after them. The ants are living in seclusion, so how about humans? "

"Early Snow." "You don't understand me. If you were in my place, you would also have a life worse than death." She began to sob again.

"Then are we supposed to accept our fate like this? Is this how you accept your fate? " I looked her straight in the eye.

She shook her head. I only wish that I won't be this palace maid again in my next life. "

"Feng'er, then just treat it as your death. Live again, and don't be afraid to face it." Yes, I'm afraid of that word. To the point where even survival was meaningless.

She dropped her belt, hugged my head, and cried, "I really don't want to live anymore."

My heart sank as I patted her back. "Phuong, there's nothing you can't get through."

"They are not human. They say that I have done something wrong and they have pointed me out to a father-in-law who wants me to eat with him. "I'm so scared. They've all hit me and tortured me. They've taken off my clothes and tortured me nonstop. I really can't live on anymore." She was crying, and her incoherent words made me gasp.

Eating food was one of the things that palace maids were most afraid of. It was giving the palace maids to the eunuchs to play with. They had heard of all sorts of vulgar methods.

When others heard this, they felt chills down to their very bones.

This sort of thing was what the palace was most afraid of. Since ancient times, many palace maids had also died, so it had always been forbidden. Some of the imperial concubines, when angered, would secretly punish the palace maids in this way.

The eunuchs in the palace, after being castrated, are naturally unable to do the thing between a man and woman, but, some mental perverts, I do not know, how they will torture a palace maid. However, this was a very, very sad thing to do.

"Your majesty, you're such a womanizer that you don't even care about these things. Every day, you're having fun, and the imperial court is suffering from a loss of power. It's truly a sigh." The empress, on the other hand, was in charge of the harem, the three palaces and six courtyards. The empress, on the other hand, was in charge of the harem, the three palaces and six courtyards, but she was not favored by the emperor.

How cheap are the lives of palace maids? Tears welled up in my eyes, and I held her delicate body tightly in my arms. Death is very simple. Feng'er, is it worth it? Feng'er, just treat you as the Feng'er who died. You are no longer the you of the past. "You are already dead. Burying your feelings, burying your pain."

She bit her lip, her eyes filled with torments of tears. "I really don't want to live anymore. I'd rather die than live."

Her voice was filled with blood and tears as she complained. A woman's heart was so cruel. How could she torture a palace maid when she couldn't get a favor from her? Eunuch was abnormal, even his concubine was abnormal. But it was a pity for Feng'er, a pity for the hearts of the people.

"Then let's just assume that you are already dead. Feng Er, now that you are hanging yourself, will anyone feel sorry for you?" No one will remember you, Fenger, cry, your tears, your grievances, cry out. Just act as if nothing had happened, and you would be bullied, and you would admit it. You have to admit, because it happened. "It's just like a dream, you're not afraid of it. You're afraid that if you sink into it, you'll never be able to stand up again." In my heart, I also mourned. I didn't know how to comfort her.

Why did the palace maid always have to be the first to suffer such a painful injury?

"In your dreams?" She looked up, confused.

My heart was so sore, so sore, it was like I'd drunk a jar of vinegar. I almost couldn't stand up.

I nodded my head vigorously. "I had a bad dream, Phuong. You have to go through with it, no matter what others say. "Just think of it as the wind blowing and you're dead. You don't feel anything. You just have to wait slowly and wait for your own life to come to you." After leaving the palace, there was nothing left. Perhaps, when she got used to being numb, she would no longer feel such pain.

"Can I?" She looked at me with such eagerness that she seemed to have caught hold of a straw of straw when she fell into the water.

"Sure, Feng Er, just treat it as rebirth." To live for oneself, the past is a nightmare. "

I took her down and held her close to me, and for a moment she didn't cry.