2. Occupancy nests
The nest.
The love of the palace, the hatred of the princess.
Human skin masks are a myth that most people have heard and never seen.
I’m fortunate not only to have seen it, but now it’s on my face. It’s only five years. I can’t keep it. I’m gonna take it off.
One.
I’m looking at a woman who’s crying so badly.
It means that even when she cries, she’s amazing and she looks happy.
My father-in-law, my parents, my husband, she cried out of her liver, and looked at her in the wrong, and then looked at me, and nobody could speak.
Of course I know what they were wrong about. I look just like this one. It’s just that I’m colder, probably less soft and loving.
I sat in the hall and looked up at my husband, General of the newly sealed town, and said, “General, is it Miss Chiang or is it your wife?” I’m sorry.
My husband looked at me and then looked at the woman standing on the ground, who looked like me, with a green face, and was silent.
I waited. He just aimed at us and didn’t talk. I looked down and laughed, and I didn’t have a master, and I took the nest, and I couldn’t hold it forever.
I reached out to the woman: “Give me the medicine, and we should change it.” I’m sorry.
The woman stopped sobbing, looked at me, leaned down and passed me the medicine.
I opened the china bottle, red water like blood. I poured it on my hand, rub it, put my hands on my face.
Soon, I heard people whispering in the hall. I know, the potion worked, my mask fell off.
I took the copper glasses from behind my life, and I looked down: I was no longer a moon of shame, and the face of the mirror was not as good.
Five years later, I was shot back — a girl.
The woman who stood on the ground was the woman to whom the General of the town truly belonged, Miss Jiang Jia.
And I, she’s a little girl.
Two.
When I was brought to her, we were all 12 years old. She’s a little girl. I’m a lonely girl who can’t escape.
When I came to her, Chiang’s wife lost her love and her mother and mother were not able to lift up.
He was ordered to marry at Chiang’s house. There were only two women in the Chiang family, and General Jinbei was powerful. His son married one of his daughters, and the mother of one of them said so at the Chiang family.
I am a young woman, but my mother is weak and is not as well-loved as her mother, and I was struck by the steps, if I were to enter the Cold House at this hour, fearing the royal family.
I’m her girl, naturally she’s related. Moreover, I saw her being bullied, and the whole day was filled with frustration and timidity.
I taught her how to be smart and kind to her father. Teach her how to speak for her mother without trace. I also taught her how to guard against the arrows of her mother-in-law and sister-in-law.
She’s smart. I taught her how to do it. In a year, she will not only be flattered, but will be able to plan with me, and in turn she will be singled out.
I’m glad she’s standing up in the house, and she’ll be fine.
She sometimes asked me how I could understand how so many people were dark, taught her so many tricks, and made Master Chiang pass by.
I’m just kidding. I’ve come from nowhere. She grew up in the palace, and I was small and I was afraid it would be difficult for me to live without seeing the cold.
I fought with her in her house, and love is not unusual.
She’s already one of us in the dark and she can’t get away with it.
We’ve barely suffered. After all, she’s just a man of power, and she’s no match for someone like me who doesn’t want to die.
The last time I shot was when her mistress tried to lure me to her, to take some silver money to impress me.
I naturally don’t. I plan to follow the young lady into the general’s house.
But she can still talk in the house, and I can’t get angry with her, and I’ll hit me with a stick from the head when she’s not here.
And when my heart was cool, but I feared for the day to come. Who knows when I get beat up and I can’t see it coming?
I still remember that she was so desperate that she couldn’t even drink the next person, that she jumped on me and took me down there.
The next man was shocked, with his hand on his side, and the stick hit her on the head, bleeding straight, and almost one inch to the face.
It’s a joke that the wife of the big house was beaten to death by his wife.
Master Chiang hears anger, and the lady’s pear and rain, and I have a knife in my mouth. There’s evidence of a loss in her mother’s mother’s life.
My young lady was booked at the General’s Palace in the north of town.
3
I lay down on my bed, and I’ll have my body full of wounds. The lady is crying, she’s carrying her own soup, she’s feeding me.
I watched her cry for me and it was hot in my heart. There’s not a lot of people who can throw a stick for me.
And We held her hand and said in my heart: Whether she came up to save me or brought down her mother with a bitter plan, from this day on, I did not care but for her.
I was also thinking that she had spoken, and she said whether I helped her with her heart or to marry her to the house of the general of the town and to be a concubine without her. I did not betray her today and was beaten, and she will only be true to me.
I smiled that day whenever I remembered. Hit me when I was born. Not so much time.
The two events, which took place at the same time, brought down the mother, who was about to be married to the house of the general in the town north.
No one was waiting for her to be killed, and she used her time to worship the moon and go to the lake, as she had been held captive in the capital.
Master Chiang was so upset that she almost broke her face.
I’m the only one in this house who’s getting married.
But when she was crushed, she couldn’t breathe, and when she was relaxed, she wasn’t easy to catch.
Seeing as much as I do, she’s gone out without taking me.
I’m a girl, even if I’m close to a lady, after all, I have to keep my mouth shut. She’s getting married for a few days.
In two months, we’re getting married. And I was too busy to prepare her for marriage, and I was too busy to care for her, but I knew that she had become silent and thin, but I was too busy to look.
I neglected for two months, and then something happened to her the day before she got married.
4
I took out the dowry for her the other day, and I was ready to get married until late night. She just kept quiet and looked at me busy and didn’t talk.
I feel different. Ask her. She’s staring at me. It was a long time ago, and suddenly she said something. She didn’t marry.
I swayed and fell. Thinking about what she’s been through, and what she’s been wondering and afraid to say, “You’ve got someone inside you?” I’m sorry.
She nodded her head, and she asked me, and he was a reader, and they had an affair, and for months they had made a promise to live and die.
I asked her, “If she wants to marry, she’ll have someone in her heart.”
And what she said next was more like thunder in my ear: “Marry me!” I’m sorry.
Her face was red, and she quickly told me the plan with a desperate decision.
The booksman was a man of the world, and there was a man’s skin mask.
She told us to switch. When she took me out, the booksman had already painted me. Now that the mask’s ready, we put it on, and we change our faces.
I married her. She went to school at night.
I help, I feel like my lady is in love, and she’s all gone.
I urged her to be a concubine, and she ran without a lawyer, and she would not be able to write a marriage letter.
She’s not afraid. What do you want?
We also said that she would never be able to remove the flowers and the moon from her face, and that she would never be able to remove them if they were to be recognized.
She smiled and said that the booksman loved her.
I couldn’t, so I said if I didn’t get my skin mask off, we’d all be in trouble.
She took out two skins like wings and told me that the man’s skin mask did not have the medicine of his family until she died.
I just don’t want to.
She fell on her knees and cried like rain.
She said, “I will give you the wealth of the General’s House, so do you not plan for me to be a girl and come with me to the General’s House as a family?” Now you don’t have to be in the house. I’ll give you the proper wife! I’m sorry.
I looked deep at her. Her head covered me with a piece of hair, and now she’s only growing.
And I closed my eyes and said, “I’ll help you.” I’m sorry.
She was glad, and I went on to say, “It was you who saved me.” Otherwise, I’d be proud. I’d rather go to the General’s House as a girl than be a proper wife in your name. I’m sorry.
5
We sat with the lady and cried until dawn.
After dawn, she ran away with her students, and I entered the General’s house in a flower sedan as the mother.
The chapel, it’s all me. I became Miss Chiang’s wife. She became the girl who stole the gold and silver.
It’s easy for the generals, just like my husband.
It’s just that this guy is a dude, he listens to music, he plays hawks and he blows his beard.
When the Prince was still alive, he was taken for a son-in-law.
It was only a short time before the Crown Prince was abolished and his only daughter died.
It now appears that thanks to this failure, the Prince ‘ s son-in-law would have been a son-in-law and had lost his face.
Now that I’ve married him, I won’t let him go on like that.
And see if he eats soft or not hard, then I will spend the first day of my life as he sings. You just can’t learn how to sing it.
And We fed him birds to make fun of him, and what to feed them, and fed them like pigs in a few months.
He finally had someone in the house who was working with him, and I was new.
It’s just that I can’t sing his head so hot that I can’t sleep and point me. I learned carefully, I learned quickly, and he taught me to work fast, and he pulled me up and hung out every day.
And We fattened his eagle, and he was so angry that he made me walk the eagle day and day until he was lean. And he feared that I would hurt his eagle and follow me behind him.
I’m getting closer to him, and I’m slowly talking.
I’d cook food, tell stories, and he’d become more and more fond of walking around me and going out less. The Hiding Generals and his wife bragged about their daughter-in-law.
I tell him stories every day. From the smell of my flight to the royal secret of folklore, it’s more interesting for him.
He said that I was better than the bookwriter, and that I didn’t have to go to the teahouse.
One day I rose up and told him a story about his ancestors.
General Jinbei is hereditary because he has a great great great-grandfather, and he is a young man who has been indiscriminately and has kept one side safe, joined the army in his prime and saved countless people. In folklore, he’s a hero of God.
My husband has never heard folklore, even though he knows his great ancestors. I was careful not to speak of my ancestors’ heroes, and I was afraid that my husband would know better when he was young.
I’m telling him everything.
He was very excited at first hearing, but then he became more silent and his eyes were only bright.
From what I have told you about the old town general, my husband walked straight on the waist and cried the wind.
He has learned martial arts since he was a minor and has a well-known professor. It’s just that he’s playing too hard.
Now he’s back to school, he’s smart, he’s dead, he starts dancing swords in the morning, he picks a light and reads it at night, and he doesn’t run around. In less than a year, his masters say he is now among his peers.
I fled, listening to folklore, and today there is chaos.
The Crown Prince was destroyed, and many took over.
I told him all the rumors I heard on the way. His home was peaceful and peaceful, not like I had to flee all the way.
He listens to my folk, he wrinkles. I’m talking about the warriors who came here to defend the country, saying that he’s still sitting in his study late at night to discuss the situation with the public.
The father-in-law does not have a fragrance for his ancestors, and thanks him for having blessed him.
He said to me a few days later, “In this way, there will be great chaos.” As a man, a man should have done something to justify his reputation.
Soon, my husband’s words will be answered.
Six.
It is reported that 16 states were sent to the United Northern Territory on the day the four kings took office.
When the Emperor snuck out of Kyoto, there was fire and fighting.
It was incumbent upon the General to defend his enemy and my husband entered the army with him. My husband, like his ancestors, became a hero in folklore, starting with the missionaries and then the pioneers, from small combat to the capture of dozens of defiant leaders.
None of these are mentioned in my husband’s letters to me. He only told me, missed my time telling him stories. From time to time, a flower was swung in the field, a few beautiful stones were picked and sent back for me from the two military positions.
My mother-in-law is old and I am in charge of the general affairs of the General’s Office.
And when We were a minor mother of the House of Generals, let him do his best to spare him all that he may fear, and let him do his best.
And when he is free, look at the dry flowers that he has sent back, and play with the stones which he has set for me, neither shall he laugh down. My husband, he’s so cute.
My husband was defeated by his last war leader, and the young man was known for his service. But after all, the army is at the border, and the Four Kings have taken control of the situation before the city.
The Four Princes sent a message that the previous affair would be cancelled, and that as long as loyalty was served, the town’s north general’s palace would remain indifferent.
My father-in-law and the Lieutenant-General of the army have seen this, and can only lament the acceptance of the offer and the harmony of the Four Kings.
My husband didn’t want to. When he came back, he always asked me to tell him stories over and over again, about his ancestors and his loyal servants, who spoke about folklore.
I saw him look depressed and depressed every day. I wanted to be with him in the twilight, but I preferred my husband to be a man and to be a man in the world.
Then I persuaded my husband to find a place for his mother-in-law. And he, do his thing. Whether life or death will be left to the heart. I can figure it out at home.
My husband’s been thinking about it all night, and he’s leaving early in the morning. Take the heart that he raised in battle and go to the capital to fight the Four Kings, and escort him.
It’s a matter of death, but my husband’s life has been a real one. My husband took the deposed Crown Prince to the throne and the Four Princes were surrounded by my husband.
My father-in-law left his post, saying that old men needed to keep their bodies, begging for the position of general North of the town with my husband.
The Emperor promised to seal my husband himself, and my wife was proud to be the wife of a true general.
That’s when my lady came back crying.
7
She was determined to have been drugged and woke up somehow to be me, abandoned in the mountains and almost lost her life.
Later, she was recognized as wearing a human skin mask, managed for several years and given her the medicine to remove the mask and asked to come back to me.
No one believed her words, but she had a scar on her head for me. And she washed the mask herself in front of everyone.
I’ve been sitting there without talking and watching her play. Her eyes were twinkling and she was afraid to look at me, but she kept down and showed me the rare scar of her head.
I look at her hands, rough black. It seems that the student didn’t give her any good life.
And it is good for a man who is concubine, and who allows her to run away in spite of her name, and who does not sell her when the mountains are exhausted.
It’s just that it’s been a rough day for her. How am I supposed to find her when she comes back?
I look back and look at my husband.
He has become more handsome over the years and no longer clean, but with the smell of iron blood, he has no anger.
A man like that, who’s willing to give in.
And I asked him, “Are you marrying Miss Chiang or your wife?” I’m sorry.
I don’t want to be the face of Miss Jiang anymore.
I’m the one who taught my husband, and I’m the one who served my in-laws.
Me too. Not Miss Chiang.
I’m waiting for my husband to answer that there’s still a bit of a cold and sweaty hand.
One is Miss Big House, the other is the one with whom he has hair. I do not care what others say about me. We see only what he says.
My husband remained silent. Silence so I felt the chest cavity from warm to cold that he still didn’t speak.
I laughed. It’s just that people are cold, they’ve seen it since they were kids, and they expect miracles from themselves?
I reached out, I took the medicine from my lady and took the mask off. It’s not easy to look like a village.
And that’s why my husband won’t talk to me.
8
I left the general’s house to live on a small estate they gave me.
The General’s Office has not charged me with the crimes I have committed, yet it has given me a large sum of money, and it has given me a servant.
I didn’t get up until day and day, and I made dogs feed cats, owls, and I got people to sing operas, and I lived my husband’s life before he got married.
I don’t know what he’s doing now, but I think he’s going to marry someone else.
It’s just that I’ve always been cold and sad to think about it.
I haven’t heard the best story yet.
I was groaning, I was crouching a cat in the yard, and somehow the tears fell on the head.
The cat squealed and ran away, and I was crouching, and my tears fell.
There were feet in front of me. And not until I looked up, but he fell down, and touched my cheek with his hand, and wiped away my tears: “I never saw you cry. I’m sorry.
I look up, my ex-husband.
Looking through his eyes, he smiled: “I will take you back.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know if he’s going out. Do I have to stay in the house? Or did my lady and student get caught? Are you sick?
I haven’t finished thinking about it yet, and he smiles again: “Don’t think, nothing’s going on in the family.” You lied to me for years, preferring to wear a mask instead of living with me. I’ll have to get back at you once. I’ll make you suffer. I’m sorry.
I look up at him, and it’s too surprising to hear the sound: “You’re not marrying another?” I’m sorry.
“Why should I marry?” I haven’t heard enough of your story yet. “I can’t hear enough.” I’m sorry.
I laughed, I jumped up to hold him and told him a new story.
When the Crown Prince was abolished, the Four Princes ordered him to kill the only son of the Crown Prince.
As a bodyguard of his son, he had to dress up as a boy with his very own sister, who was very similar to him, and had to be taken out for attention. He pretended to be sick and died, and hid himself.
The escorts and others were hunted down, and the daughter of the deposed prince became a child of a large family in order to protect herself.
Her husband also held his father as Emperor in a peaceful battle in the North.
Now that she has become the new Emperor, she still wears a human skin mask and does not want to return to her status as a princess and wants to spend a good time with her husband.
Who knows what’s happening with the nest?
My husband listened to me and said half a day: “Did you deliberately infiltrate the Chiang family and deliberately teach me to be like this and fight for your father?” I’m sorry.
And I looked at him, and my heart strangled, and I whispered, “Yes or no, what will you do?” I’m sorry.
And he squeezed my cheek, and said: I cannot leave you now; what can I do? I’m sorry.
I looked at him, the sun was right, the springlight was full.
He smiled as if I had seen him the first time he was a young boy.
When the sound of a horse’s hoof came from afar, my husband looked back, and I laughed at him and stopped him: “That’s the man who brought me back to the palace, ready to take my ride, my horse.” I’m sorry.
Record number: YX01NPmadWjZ3DVA7
The Constabulary.
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The love of the palace, the hatred of the princess.
Late Night Emotion Institute, etc.
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I don’t know.
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