Hate the dynasty.
My mother’s a whore. She’s paying my father for his studies.
Five years later, my father was married to a princess in high school.
He refused to marry at the Golden Temple, and he married my mother with a big red dress.
The princess is unhappy.
Three days later, she was humiliated and killed in the alley.
Six months later, the princess married my father.
She doesn’t know it’s her unfortunate beginning.
One.
The day my mother died, it was my fifth birthday.
Father and father took me out early to buy some fruit pastries in the street and picked up a nice walk for Mom.
He said that my mother was having a hard day, that she was dying, that I would give this step to her at night.
I was laughing and saying that I’d be so happy to see your daughter’s favorite flower crash.
My father and father asked me many questions, asking me about what I heard in the next school, but some said that my mother was not.
When he saw me nodding his head, he asked me, “How’s Mom treating you?” I’m sorry.
“Mother be nice to me, I like mom.” I answer.
And father’s face was so tense, and he softly said to me, “Your mother is a miserable man and the cleanest man in the world. You must listen to her and be good to her throughout your life.” I’m sorry.
I was just about to say, “Madam! Madame died in the alley!”
My father couldn’t care less about me. He almost ran up and down, his face and his hands were bruised, and he went up and ran.
I cried after him, and he didn’t come back.
And when Father pushed the crowd in the alley, and he never spoke loudly, he lost all manner of manner, and all manner of manners fell into discomfort.
He screamed and cried, unbridledly tearing his shirt apart on his mother and running around with his mother’s house.
He cannot stop crying and weeping, as a dog of the dead who has lost his home.
Two.
My father forbids me to see my mother’s body. He keeps himself with his mother. They say my father is crazy.
Until five days later, he came out of his room with thin bones and prepared his mother in an orderly manner.
Dad’s lost a lot of weight, but he’s more handsome.
On the day of her own funeral, the princess came to my house with a tiara of beauty and beauty.
She was a noble woman, who was arrogant through the bones of words and manners, but when she saw my father, she burst into a state, and was left with the unprovoked little girl.
Fathers and fathers do everything they can, and once in a while a normal word or two can make the princess laugh.
That night, after sending the princess away, my father took my shoulder and crouched down and asked me, “Have you seen the face of the three princesses?” I’m sorry.
I nod my head, I was little, but for the first time I understood hate.
Dad and Dad don’t change their faces: “Do you want to take this face off and make you a drum? I’m sorry.
I shake my head and laugh sweetly: “Don’t give it to me, I’ll do it myself.” I’m sorry.
Dad smiled with satisfaction.
3
After his mother’s death, his father returned to the Hampshire, and the same red robe, which he wore, was always better than others.
When Dad comes back every day, he’ll be wearing the scent of her clothes.
Six months later, when the princess was pregnant and horrified in the wild, my father taught me to study.
When a woman is pregnant, she can’t cover up her clothes, and someone will see her.
If it gets out, it’ll be all over town.
The reputation of the three princesses for their impropriety prior to their marriage has been spread all over the palace and even the King’s Hall has been broken.
During the night, a woman dressed as a croupier sounded the door of the palace.
And when the night was still, I heard the woman weeping: “Didst thou not ask my father to marry me, when my name was all dead? I’m sorry.
“I’ll marry you if I get rid of this child, and you don’t want to wear it on your own. I’m sorry.
“I’m afraid…”
Father replied, “What are you afraid of?” Do you want His Majesty to know I did it? If he finds out, what about my career? Princess, I’m making a career for you. I’m sorry.
“But how can I say to my father?” The princess cried, “He will kill me…”
The father’s voice was as if he had been compelled to say, “Get rid of this child and tell His Majesty that his father is a child of your princess’s house, and if you say you’re going to marry me again, His Majesty will accept, even if you are angry, that you will not only do so, but also give me a promotion. Wouldn’t it be you who would have benefited if I had been in office?” I’m sorry.
Father and father spoke sweetly, and three or two words made three princesses.
The next day, the princess’s handmaiden came to the door crying and said that the princess had taken her medicine and had seen her.
Father and father beat up the Princess’s handmaiden on the grounds that he had many eyes.
Five days later, His Majesty summoned his father, forced him to marry him, and promoted him to a minister, who said that he had picked up a huge shoe.
But I know that the rumor was released by Dad.
The three princesses had sent their mother a broken shoe when their father and mother were married. They mocked her for having made a flesh trade. She was a self-serving bitch.
Dad is asking her to be a little insulted by her mother.
4
On the day of the big wedding, I set up grass, and the princess’s big wedding dress was for the princess at night.
She used to look at the dress of her mother’s wedding, which her father had hired for a year, when he read and sold books for a surprise for her after high school.
The pearls on the wedding dress were taken at sea with the pearl-pickers.
When the princess said what she wanted for her wedding dress, his face changed and he laughed: “Is the princess like a whore?” I’m sorry.
The three princesses only thought that their father was flirting with her and pushed him with shame: “I am a princess, I am a bitch like that.” I’m sorry.
“It’s true it’s not comparable.” I’m sorry.
So the princess stopped wearing my mother’s wedding dress, and perhaps she remembered, when she first met my mother six months ago, she spat a saliva and scolded, saying, “How can you be of the same colour as I am when you are so low?” I’m sorry.
She had asked her mother to get her clothes, and if her father hadn’t come here, she would have died of almost shame.
5
My father put my mother’s card in the middle of the church, and the three princesses were so angry.
Father and father covered their heads, and were weak: “I dreamt of your wife every day, and you were in trouble, and it was nothing but for me. I’m sorry.
“If she’s a decent person, she’s a bitch.” I’m a princess! How can she make me worship her?”
Dad and Dad had red lips, and the long eyes were coming down, and the light redness of the eyes was a rare beauty.
I can’t believe I’ve heard the princess swallowing her mouth when her eyes were sore and quiet in the lobby.
Father and father’s long fingers were stuck in their thin waists, with red silk entangled around his white-coloured fingers, and his white-skinned skin was more moving.
He sarcasticly said, “I thought the princess truly liked me, admired me, wanted to spend the rest of her life with me. The princess had only taken me for a useless play, and did not care for my life, and invited the traveller to say that the Queen had a grudge against me, so he kept me from dying. I’m sorry.
He groaned in a low voice, with his finger tweaked, tearing open the red silk laced in his waist, which was hidden in loosed tweeds.
“If you don’t want to worship her, it’s just a marriage, and I’ll die sooner or later. If so, why do you have to be a widow?” I’m sorry.
The princess rushed down to pick up his pleasing, and tossed on him, saying, “Pilang, what are you talking about? Anyway, I’ll just go ahead and put it on. Don’t get angry. I’m sorry.
It was only now that Father and Father had put on a dress to worship with her and then made the princess tea in front of her mother’s place.
That night, Dad put sleeping pills in the Princess’s homemade tablet and sat out of the house with me.
I asked Dad why he didn’t go in.
My father touched my head, and in the moonlight, his face was white and his dark eyes were wet.
He had a laugh with me: “Good boy, you’re going to give Mom and Dad a fragrance. I’m sorry.
I asked him, “What is father and father afraid of?” Mother loves you so much, even if she becomes a ghost, she will bless me and you! I’m sorry.
I dragged my father’s hand into the hall: “Daddy, don’t be afraid of Mom and Dad. I’m sorry.
My father fell on the ground with his heart shaking, and he cried down at the threshold of the hall, and the thin shoulder bone stretched the red dress out of radians. He was like a dying crane, and he was like a swan with a broken neck, and it was painfully sad.
“Father and father will never see your mother again…”
Six.
In the morning of the next day, the princess asked his father where he wanted to be.
My father and I had a quiet meal, and he said, “I fell and fell, and it was dirty, so I lost it, and I had this thing, and the princess knew it. I’m sorry.
The three princesses, although dissatisfied, stopped asking questions.
The wedding dress was torn and burned last night by my father, and before the heat of the fire, my father’s white dress was the snow, and the bright light shined on him. I see his twisted eyes, like a dog with teeth, lurking in the night, ready to bite the weak neck of the enemy.
The Princess lamented: “It’s a pity that my father finds me disgraced, and this wedding is done in the grass, and I’ll only once in my life, Peilang. I’m sorry.
She’s looking at Dad and Dad during the period, and the hints are self-evident.
When he married his mother, he was a poor, broke-up student who lived by taking medicine from the mountain and copying books for his son.
The mother is a famous florist girl in Tatsuzhou, and she can’t take a look at his grandson when he throws away his daughter.
But she doesn’t want the rich and rich of the tall men. She wants to be true.
She took out all her savings to her father and asked him to redeem her.
My mother was afraid of my father running away without her.
She’s gambling.
The mother’s sister took out all the silver to his beloved so that he could redeem himself, but in the end the man ran away, and the mother’s sister fell into the lake.
Mother’s life is better than her sister’s life. She’s got a bet. Daddy’s a poor student has nothing but a stomach full of ink and a heart.
Mother’s self-defeating white tatters were not used, so Dad and dad cut them out, and each part was made open and written on the mother’s face.
Father and father have a good mother, like a fairy in heaven.
And when their father had redeemed his mother, they were simply worshipers, and the heavens and the earth were a medium.
Mother cares about her identity, she doesn’t want to invite people, she’s embarrassed.
She didn’t say it, but Dad knew it.
Later on, with his official position in high school, he saved money and wanted to give his mother a fresh and decent visitation.
He knows that his mother doesn’t say, but he wants to.
Father and father didn’t want the wedding to take place in red makeup.
But then the princess turned her back on the fact that she had been a prostitute, and he almost got caught up in it.
They all say that the mother is a disgrace and that a bitch dares to be a family member.
The three princesses, together with their close friends, have been taking their maids out of the house all day to make deliberate remarks to their mothers.
Dad and Dad married so they could tell their parents that all the people in Kyoto who watched the show that the bitch they were talking about was his favorite, the best.
He used all his savings to re-establish a wedding for his mother at the height of his obscenity. The dress was the best. Even his father made it in his hand, and the big pearl on the phoenix was his own.
Everyone didn’t know what Dad was doing, but the Princess couldn’t shut the door.
Those who mocked their mothers were silent, and then began to scold their parents more viciously.
They despise their mothers and envy them more than anyone else.
The three princesses are now talking about the wedding just to suggest that Dad and Dad will have to go back to her again, and that she wants a wedding that will certainly be more luxurious than her mother’s.
But she made a mistake.
7
Her eyes fell on Dad’s face, and he put down his chopsticks and made a gentle smile: “Does it shine?” I’m sorry.
The smile of the princess’s lips has stopped.
“My princess, you’ve been derelict before marriage. Everyone knows that you’re a disgraceful bastard and you’re having another wedding.” I’m sorry.
The princess’ eyes are red, tears are spilling out, and Dad’s voice is soft, and he’s got a smile in his eyes: “Why are you crying? I love you for being such a shameless bitch, and you should be proud of the fact that you’re doing a lot better in the princess bed than the cheap, blue-house whores. I’m sorry.
And the princess cried in his arms: “You’re lying! I’m sorry.
Father and father had stiff lips, and then relaxed, and patiently: “Well, I know that you were sad, but didn’t you have your handmaiden drug me? Why are you crying now? When you have a child, I’ll give you a good one, and you’ll be the best, and they’ll envy you and no one will talk. I’m sorry.
And the princess sat up, and she touched her belly, and she fell: “It’s a boy, and you didn’t come to see me that day. I was in pain. I’m sorry.
“Wasn’t this for you?” His Majesty has now asked me to fill the gap in the army, to give me another son, and I have earned him a title in the courtyard, and he will be his. I’m sorry.
The princess is so happy that she has been ordered by the doctor to give her a hysteria.
8
She took me to my room while Dad was gone, strangled me with long nails, pulled my eyelashes.
She said that my eyes were the same as my mother’s, and that they must be personal bitches.
I’m in pain, but I’m not crying, and I’m standing right in front of her, and I’m letting her abuse and curses, and I’m putting up with the liquid that’s being distributed in my eyes.
I don’t want to cry in front of her, and one day I’ll let her cry in front of me, and I’ll cry in pain, at least more than I am.
One day I could not bear it, and she put a candle in my eye, and I couldn’t bear it. I remember that I had put up with it very hard, and that the liquid was going in the direction.
I hate myself. I’m so useless. How can I cry in front of her?
Then I smelled the blood, and I was happy and bleeding.
Blood is better than tears.
Sometimes I can’t bear her beating, and I tell myself over and over again: I must remember the pain, and only if I remember the pain will the hatred of her killing my mother not fade as I grow up.
I’m scared. I’m afraid to forget the cold and the pain of the day.
I hate my memory, my mother’s so good to me, and I’m gradually forgetting her face.
I can’t forget that I’m going to suppress the instinct of growing up to fade my memory, and I’m going to always remember the good of my mother and the way she looks.
And that day’s hate.
9
Every time the princess tortures me, I’ll be alone in my room and I’ll be hurt.
I didn’t tell Dad.
Dad has his way, I have my way, and I don’t need anyone.
Dad’s busy, he’s had less and less time at home, and every time he comes back with a bunch of people to talk to the bookstore.
I watched the men my father brought back, from the first seven to the next three, to the notorious East Shogun and the Regent.
The color of Dad’s robe is changing, and the more he gets, the more he gets colder and thinner.
My father, who is silent and sees his mother and father, can’t help but be nervous and ashamed, and has become unwittingly able to dance in the dark.
If she were still alive, she would be in deep pain.
She’s the one whose dad’s been talking about it for a while, knowing that he’s so skinny, she’s just afraid to sleep.
10
Four years later, the princess was again pregnant, and she was pleased that the BMW car returned to the palace with great pride and stayed up until night.
The time and space wagons came back filled with gold and silver.
She went into the door like a peacock.
She saw me kick my heart in the middle of a warm book, stretching out her hands and holding my thumb and finger in my face.
And she strangled me to death with her cold face: “You are just like your mother-in-law, and you are just like your eyes.” I’m sorry.
She tormented me in the past, likes the thin water, and now she’s got this kid, and she’s no longer afraid.
She was stopped by the maid of Beeran: “The princess, whose mother kept you with the horse, so cheaply she died, so softly remembered now that the little bitch’s life was slowly tormented to redeem herself from you.” I’m sorry.
The princess loosed a little bit of my strength, and Beeran whispered in her ear: “You’re just pregnant, and he’s just coming back from the harvest, and he looks like he’s about to be promoted. This little bitch can’t let her interfere with your place in the horse’s heart. I’m sorry.
The princess laughed with joy, and dumped me, and left me on the ground, and said to me, “You will be left alive for a few days, and then she will come after you.” I’m sorry.
She carefully touched her abdomen, smiled with shame and filled her face, and left with a big flag.
She didn’t know that it wasn’t Dad’s baby.
Dad hates her to death.
During those nights, it was not known whether the beggars or the prisoners on death row who entered and stayed in the princess’s house.
Father and father had secretly found the gangsters who raped and killed their parents, kneeling before their father and asking for a way to live.
They told their parents that the princess told them that the woman they were going to rape was a lowly whore and let them play.
When he heard it, he sat there and was not angry and returned to him, he laughed, and he kept saying the word “low” in his mouth until he had exhausted all his strength, kneeled on his head and snorted, and was full of tears.
On the next day, in the house next to my mother’s house, my father skinned five men in front of me and made them into beauty lanterns.
When the first person was skinned, his hands were steady, his eyes were frightful, and the blood sprayed on his face.
He’s really scary, like a ghost in hell.
They’re right. Dad’s crazy.
He waved at me and laughed and asked me if I was afraid.
I shook my head and said I wasn’t afraid. I’m Dad’s kid. Why would I be scared?
Dad’s crazy. How can I be normal?
That night, there were five weird lanterns under the roof in the mother’s hall.
I know, it’s just the beginning.
Dad’s really crazy. He can’t go back.
Eleven.
I found a place where the ointment was bleeding and picked up the State Policy on the ground and continued to warm up.
Dad didn’t want me to learn to write and write, but instead he invited my best husband to teach me four books and five books.
I know what Dad wants, and I know what he’s going to do. I can’t slow Dad down.
It’s a shame I’m a mother’s daughter, but I didn’t have the kind and the soft heart of my mother, but I’m like my father.
That night, the princess had a banquet in the house and Dad came home late.
The princess was happy to share with his father that she was pregnant: “Pelong, it’s been more than four months, and the doctor says that eight or nine of them are boys.” I’m sorry.
Father and father smiled in a strange way, he was thinner, and that face was more subtle.
Even if I smiled, my father would be demented.
“Really? “Congratulations. I’m sorry.
He smiled, and he laughed, and he drank, and the princess’s cheeks were red, and he was happy. I’m sorry.
“Yes, of course. I’m sorry.
He drank a lot of wine and was already in a bit of a precarious shape, holding her hand in her face and laughing, “How can she look so old after two decades?” I’m sorry.
The smile on the princess’s face. She’s interested in this face, and Dad’s words are no less true to her.
“Pelong, am I, am I old?” Her voice was shaking and she was about to cry.
Father let loose his hand to hold her face, and took her hand, and was drunk with it. I’m sorry.
After that, Dad fell asleep on the table, and the princess slapped her in the face.
Belen kneeled down and bled his head and kept screaming for his life.
The Princess ordered her to bring the glittering mirrors, and the flesh on both sides of her cheeks almost made her shivering. She looked dead in the mirror at her face, looked around and around, and grabbed Bing’s face.
She asks the person next to her, “The palace is beautiful, or the bitch is. I’m sorry.
“The princess is beautiful.” I’m sorry.
She smiled, smiled, and the whole face looked like he was obstinate: “Now that the horse exaggerates with your spirit, then you may well yourself. If so, you shall be drowned. I’m sorry.
Belen is a handmaiden who is waiting for her to grow up, and those who are on their knees are busy pleading for her and for themselves.
A princess like Beeran can die for a word from a horse, and if they are involved with a horse in the future there is no way to live!
The princess is angry, hearing the pleas, and his face is even more distorted: “The palace is the princess, she is a bitch! Even if you serve me for years, your servant will always be your servant! It’s not worth it! Master will always be master, slave will always be slave! Drag it down! Drop the well!
She’s crazy enough to smash the mirrors of the palace women and fall on the ground in despair. Who would have thought that she was the heart of the princess a quarter of an hour ago?
When Beeran died, Dad woke up on the second day, the next person said that Beeran’s body was white in the well.
“But it’s too bad. I’m sorry.
Unfortunately, the sentence was passed in the Princess ‘ s ear, and once again she went crazy and fell on a lot of things, pointing at a little smug handmaiden in the house and scolding the fox.
The next day, a human lantern was added to the mother’s hall.
The daughter of the palace, Beeran, who had been the princess of my mother’s horse, who had taken someone to spit at his mother’s body, and who had scolded her and trampled on her name.
Father and father killed with a knife and demanded it from Beeran.
Look, do something wrong, always pay back.
12
There was a great deal of suffering among the servants of the Princess’s house, especially the slightly smug handmaidens.
The princess became paranoid until she changed her handmaiden’s body to look bad.
His father and father had come home almost recently, and he had been hanging around the head of the eunuchs at the East Factory, searching for corrupt officials who had been bribed and had sold them to prison.
Dad’s blood is getting worse.
The princess didn’t see Dad for half a month and learned that he had just searched the building, that he couldn’t sit on his stomach, fell on his tea and shouted like a bitch: “Get Pei-Chi!” Find it!
When Dad came back, the blood on his body was not cleaned, the blood on his eyebrow was crucified, and the whole man was a monster, and when he came back, he was more glamorous than when he was clean.
The princess fell in her father’s arms crying, and wept: “Why didn’t you come back to me? I couldn’t sleep at night. I was so scared. Did you have a woman outside? I’m sorry.
My father and my father had deliberately wiped the blood on her face and laughed: “What are you thinking?” I’m sorry.
His Majesty’s right hand, even a princess, can’t shake him.
The princess choked on the tip of her nose: “Where have you been, why haven’t you come home so long? What are you doing? I’m sorry.
Dad laughed and replied softly, “Do you want to kill?” I’m sorry.
The princess stunned and quickly recovered to the distasteful state, complaining, “Who wants you to do it yourself? Are those cool men in the Dynasty Prison useless and dirty of your hands? I’m sorry.
“Doesn’t the princess ask who I killed? I’m sorry.
“Who is it?” I’m sorry.
My father and father smiled with a little real smile on his face: “The wife of Lee Kingshi, the sister of Jiang, the chord of Xue Taif and the master of Minghua.” I’m sorry.
Every time Dad says a name, the princess smiles less.
These are all accomplices who helped the princess abuse my mother.
The princess’s voice is shaking: “Why, kill them…”
“Your father lamented the beauty of your father, when he was old, and became more and more enchanted. These were the courtesan greeting the Queen, but he was blessed with the Queen’s fault, and two of them had a royal heir in their belly. I am working for His Majesty. I’m sorry.
“What’s the princess shaking? I’m sorry.
She took a deep breath and slowly came over, and for the rest of her life, she was relieved: “That’s why I thought it was because of…”
And she kept her mouth shut, and did not go on saying, and loathed: surely they were dead, and dared to climb up to their father’s bed before the mother’s eyes, and died a hundred times, or they were dirty. I’m sorry.
“It’s dirty.” I’m sorry.
13
Towards the end of the year, the princess is on the verge of production.
A few days before she gave birth, her father was ordered to leave her business and stay with her.
She cried so badly in the arms of her father and father, she laughed until he said yes.
But on the day of the birth, she couldn’t stand up and fainted, and Dad didn’t come back.
Not only haven’t come back, but there’s no one in the house.
She groaned in pain in the ground of her chamber: “Come on, come on!
The whole house is empty, nobody comes, just me.
Her cries were echoing around, and I closed my eyes and felt the tears in the back porch in detail.
I pushed into the door, and my face was apprehensive. I’m sorry.
When she saw me, she crawled like a life-saving straw, grabbed my feet and sweated so hard, she said, “Go, go, go! I’m sorry.
I cried: “There is no one in this house, and the handmaidens are new, and they are all gone. I can’t stop them. I hear them talking to a man who seems to have something to do with Beeran, but I can’t hear it, and the guards in this house have been transferred away.”
There’s no man in Beeren. The man in the house is my father.
When a woman gives birth to a child, the ghost door is closed for a while, and if she is not careful, she dies.
When my mother gave birth to me, my father was anxious to wait outside the door, broke the door, couldn’t take care of anything, went in to the mother’s bed, left the mother-in-law and the doctor to scold him, and he was crying and rubbing his tears.
How could he not know how hard it was for a woman to give birth?
He just wants the princess to hurt, make her cry, make her cry.
The princess pushed me to my father.
I cried and said that my father and father had been assassinated outside.
She looked dark and fainted.
That night, she was in pain for seven or eight hours and was dying, like she was dying.
I sweated for her. She couldn’t die.
When the doctor in the other room came in with her mother-in-law when she was passing out, it was another round of screaming.
And I sat outside the door, and watched the sky as it became white, and listened to the cries of the baby behind me, and laughed silently.
It’s my turn.
After so long, so long, so long, it’s my turn.
I held on to the twitching of my throat and restored the timid look of the mundane that had always been without threat.
14
When Dad came back in 15 years, the princess saw his wounds and his weak face, and the bitterness of his heart became a pain: “Pilang, I almost killed Beeran’s bitch. How’s your wound? I’m sorry.
Dad said it’s okay. After the princess was taken care of, he went to his room to rest.
His injuries were real. He had just calmed down a civil unrest, the Regent had rebelled, and his father had been defeated by the United Forbidden Army, but he was wounded.
But I felt the rare living spirit of my father, who used to be a dead man, like a dead man.
It was only then that I understood where he came from, that he had calmed down his rebellion against the King, that he now held most of the power of the Dynasty, and that many of his ministers had been his friends for the past five years.
Dad was happy to have planned it all these years.
After a few days of rest, he came to see the princess.
He sat by the Princess’s bed and softly fed her soup and told her some depressive jokes.
At the right time, my father covered his nose and turned his head back with disgust: “How does it smell? I’m sorry.
The princess looked pale and then rose red, and she looked at his father and father, and she held him down, unconsciously, and held him tight: “You have not yet recovered from your wounds. I’m sorry.
Dad just didn’t hear what she said. Noded and said yes.
As soon as he left the house, there was a cry from the princess, and Dad turned his head around to the study.
Dad knows how to hurt a woman, like he knows how to love a woman.
My mother used to tell me that my father used to cry, and when she sat on the moon, his father gave her a new month’s tape and took it out of the shower, he threw tears.
When Dad wiped her at night, he turned her over and cried and told her that she would never give birth again.
Mother said he was a child.
But when my father and father were not children, they almost never slept with me, took care of me, took care of my mother, and made soup and made food for my mother and washed my diapers.
His mother and son were rich, and his father seemed to have gone to the palace.
He took care of his mother for as long as he had been busy, knowing better than anyone what was going on during his period, and he said those words deliberately to torture the princess.
He knew that the princess was of noble birth, and that was why she had to trample on her self-esteem in such a way as to drive her crazy, make her miserable and shame her.
When my mother died, she had a two-month-old child who didn’t know her gender.
The princess threatened his mother and the child would not live for three months.
Uh, three months.
15
Two months later, the princess returned to her dynamic and annoying appearance.
She sent invitations to the family of a named official in the city to celebrate her son ‘ s birth as a prince.
When my father and father were in disarray, His Majesty reigned.
Now that military power is in hand, Father and Father are truly in power and the Princess is enjoying the congratulations of your family.
She wants her congratulations and attention on the day of the big wedding to come back today.
“It’s the princess who has the vision and the future. I’m sorry.
“No wonder the princess had to marry him anyway. I’m sorry.
The princess stood up to her back, raised her head, and laughed with pride: “After the trial, the Emperor and the Master of the Nation predicted that Pei would be a king over the people, and that he would be known and admired by the generations to come, and that only a man like the Princess would be worthy of it. And who is more handsome than my husband when all the men in Kyoto are together? In a hundred years’ time, the princess’s name will be tied to him forever, and the children will celebrate us. We are the perfect couple. I’m sorry.
The adjoining voices around here are on the rise.
And We hid behind the pillars, and sat on the earth in cold ice.
It turns out that you’re just trying to force your mother to die and not allow your father to resign because of a prophecy.
It’s a false prophecy that takes the life of his mother and makes his father completely mad and he’s a ghost.
So it is only a prophecy!
I don’t know whether to cry or laugh, but it’s ridiculous.
I don’t know if it’s in my father’s ear or if it’s in my father’s ear.
I’m afraid Dad’s going to go crazy.
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The meal was half-drinked, the cradle of the child lying next to the princess suddenly broke, the basket flipped, the child fell on the floor, rolled down the stairs, and the screams around him fell until the child fell into the lake.
A single second of how happy the princess was, she fell into despair.
She screamed loudly, and I came out from behind the pillars and watched her face change.
I watched her with me when my mother died, and she had the same bitter and pale face as I had, and the same scream of crying, and I was like a wolf who fell and ran and fell on the ground.
Who says the world doesn’t feel the same way?
My mother’s pain, her son’s pain.
She killed my mother on the day I was born, and I killed her son on the day she was happy.
In less than three months, my mother’s unborn child died.
She’s gonna have the same pain as me to pay for it.
I suddenly understood what it was like to kill someone.
A man like a princess, who sees his life as a mustard, should be able to keep her alive, to keep her alive, to give her a little bit of the pain that adds to her laughter.
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The princess is in poor spirits, and since the death of the child, she is not well.
She locked herself in the house and walked around with her pillow naked.
She’ll be quiet only when she sees Dad.
Dad fed her to eat, and she started crying and crying to her father.
She said she had borrowed the cradle because she wanted to be touched by the princess ‘ s taunt, and she did not know that it had been emptied.
Dad comforted her that she was fine, that the kids would always have another.
She cried so hard, she stung on his father: “Pelong, when I first met you, when you were in high school, you were on the street, you were in the middle of the spring, my cousin was in the top of the list, he invited you to dinner in the winehouse, and you said you were going back to make soup for your wife, who would be afraid if she didn’t sleep at noon.” I’m sorry.
“My cousin said this to me as a joke, but I remembered it in my heart that night when I dreamt that I was your wife, that you made soup for me, that you put me to sleep, that you would paint a window, that you would gamble with me, that I would die in that dream and never wake up. I’m sorry.
“My mother’s wife, who was taught to be a good girl since she was a child, was the Queen when she entered the palace. She had only one daughter on her knees. She did not have the concubines of her father and father, she was the mother of the land. She was told to be generous and not to be jealous. So she watched her husband spend all night in another woman’s bed, and she only held me in front of her bed and cried and cried and cried and cried. I vowed that I’d find a good husband and treat me well and beloved me for the rest of my life. I’m sorry.
“The father has many children on his knees, new children every year. When I was eight, my father couldn’t remember my name. I’m sorry.
“I live in the palace. The mother is a Buddha. I don’t know how to fight, I don’t know how hard to fight! She only knows to wait!
“She doesn’t know what she wants. My father’s love will be taken, and there will be no princess’s honour without it. The sister brothers in the palace are enemies in blood. We fight against each other to defend our own interests, only to live and to become the princess’s master. I’m sorry.
“I know you blame me, Peilang, I really love you. I’m sorry.
“What can she teach me? All these years, the battle in the palace only taught me to rob. You’re my favorite. I’m a princess. You’re mine, aren’t you? I drugged you to keep you from me. I’m sorry.
“She is not worthy of you, and the Chief of Heaven said, “How can we be worthy of a lowly man like you?” I’m sorry.
“She is too unaware of her identity, and the person who does not know her identity will not be alive in the palace in the city. I’m sorry.
“The master is the master, and no one below the master is human. Their lives are not as precious as our cats and dogs! Peilang, you’re too stubborn to refuse me. I’m the princess and I’m your master.”
“Pilang, don’t hate me. Please love me. We’ll have another baby. I’ll give you a prince. Don’t have a concubine. I’m young. I’m the first beauty in Changan.
She whispered her father’s face without saying anything.
Dad’s hands were hidden in his sleeves and his fingers were shaking.
Dad and Dad were depressed, trying to strangle her.
Father and father spent so much effort to contain the hatred that he was in his heart, and his eyes were gentle and his lips were soft: “Well, how can I have a concubine if we want another child? I’m sorry.
His lips got more smiley, he lifted up the princess’s face, and took it slow: “Yes, the princess is the first beauty of Changan, and the princess loved it the most, and no one looked better than you…”
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With father and father, the princess is much better, and six months later she’s pregnant again.
After this pregnancy, the princess was able to recover much, and instead of going out, she stayed in the room in peace, often alone with her stomach.
The doctor whispered to Dad that the princess’s state of mind was no longer normal and could no longer stimulate her.
If she gets excited again, she’ll go crazy.
After taking the doctor, Dad pushed the window in the study and laughed ironically.
By six months, the baby in her belly was covered in red tattoos overnight.
It’s just that this time my dad didn’t mean her as deliberately as he did before, but he was soft and he took out a box of plaster.
“If you wipe this off, don’t cry. I’m sorry.
Father and father carefully appeased her just to keep her up and accept her most lethal blow.
Dad’s going to ruin everything she cares about, just like she did.
The princess rubbed her meds, the tattoos on her stomach were disappearing, and she was happy for a while, but the face of her proudly fell apart.
It’s not a big piece of shit, it’s a little more than a day, but it’s slow and deadly.
The princess went crazy.
That’s the face she cares about most.
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At the same time, my father and my father gathered and forced the palace.
The princess kept herself in the house, and nobody saw her.
It was not known that her parents and brothers had been held in Dahir prison, that Dad and Dad had planned to close the web for years and that she was dying.
By the time Dad returned to see the princess again, her face was decomposed, and at that time the face of the dead was left with the pits of rotting flesh, with the eyes hanging on it and scary and scary.
Father and father are not afraid, nor do they care.
Not only that, he smiled with joy, but finally he laughed, and Dad sat on his side of the bench and breathed.
The princess saw her father’s robe, and it became clear. She crawled on the ground under her father’s feet, trying to talk, but couldn’t speak.
Father raised her chin slowly with his feet and laughed: “It’s not just your face that rots, your tongue and liver will rot slowly, but you can’t die, you can’t die so quickly, or I’m not happy. I’m sorry.
“How did I tell you that when you had a knife to scratch your face?” I told you one day I’d break your face, and you didn’t believe it, and you laughed at me and said I couldn’t. I’m sorry.
Dad’s smile stopped and he put his leg down and leaned over and looked at the princess: “I only find it disgusting, both in the first place and now, that face of yours makes me sick and disgusting. What are you doing with my sissy, my sweet, pure heart, how many times better-looking, and you deserve her? I’m sorry.
Father stood up, and the guards came in, and the desperate princess stood up.
“Don’t worry, you won’t die so soon. Your parents will die before you. I’ll skin them in front of you. I’m good and fluent, and you know it when it comes to you.” I’m sorry.
The princess shivered, and she said that her mother was very tolerant, but she tried to lure my mother into the palace to drown her for her happiness.
His Majesty is even more condoning, and he has given poison to his mother for nine years.
If it hadn’t been for Dad and the princess to stop him, he would have died.
“You must die slowly, until I’ve sealed your name and entered the temple, and you die again. I want you hypocrites and animals to look at my queen for generations. I want you all to kneel down on your knees, all of you noble-born people. I’ve been looking at her all my life. I’m sorry.
Daddy looked at the belly of her drums and laughed: “No child is mine, nor am I the one who drank your medicine that day. I haven’t touched you in this house ever since. Aren’t you proud?” How are the beggars on death row? I’m sorry.
The princess’s dying body suddenly gave a tremendous force, but her hands were suppressed before her father and father were touched, and she could no longer make a sound other than a hush.
She was taken to the Dynasty, where he came to collect the final bill after the Ministry had finished with the matter of the mother.
When she saw her parents being skinned, she fainted and woke up.
She can’t move now. It’s no different from the dead. She’s rotting.
The guards on both sides were watching her, and she tried to escape, but she couldn’t move. “The rest of you are dead and skinned. You have to live. You’ll look good in a beautiful lantern. Your parents’ lanterns are hanging up in the temple, and now you’re alone. I’m sorry.
“I leave you in my last hand so that my sister-in-law may rest in peace, and you shall suffer, and if you die too comfortably, she will be upset.” I’m sorry.
The small sound of flesh splits in the air, and the blood is gradually swollen, and in the end there is only a piece of dirty meat.
Dad dumped the blood on his finger, and he took two steps and laughed and cried.
He held the railing dry, but couldn’t throw up anything, and finally he threw up a sip of blood.
It turns out Dad and Dad are also sick of skin skin-skinping.
Yeah, he’s got revenge, but the people who care are long gone. How can he be happy?
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The brightest lantern was hanging in front of the mother’s card.
As if Dad had changed overnight, he used all his energy to teach me the way of the king.
It took Dad four years to clean up the remnants of the old emperors and corrupt officials in the courtyard.
And he remained before me on that day, and put his hands on my shoulder: “Be a good woman, and let your mother remain in the temple for the rest of her life, and be humbled by the kneeling of them and the fire of fire. I’m sorry.
“Good. I say,
He wanted to touch my head as a child, but he fell down: “Dad and Dad are sorry, Dad doesn’t want you to forgive Dad and Dad, Dad’s not a good father, Dad’s only one person for the rest of his life, he can’t take care of you, and in the next life he’ll be a cow for you.” I’m sorry.
I want to tell him I love you and my mother. I never blame you.
But I didn’t say it.
After many years, I’ve been wondering why I didn’t say that on this day.
Why?
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Dad went back to his old house and lived in his mother’s house.
He didn’t see me very much, I went to see him, and he rarely saw me.
And it was not until one day that he bled and fainted in his house that I knew that he would be given five stones daily.
And We ran to him on horseback, and he fell down on the land of the courtyard, and his garments were open and heated.
He lay on the ground with his mother’s hand in his hand and, in tears, carefully kissed the name on the table.
The doctor said he didn’t have much time to live.
He waved at me, as if he was not awake. He asked me, “Do you know about your sister?” I’m sorry.
I have a bitter heart.
He went on to say, “She saved my life, and I copied the book to the son of the king, and I made a mistake, and the son of the king beat me with a little girl, who stopped them and wrapped me up with her pap. I asked her who she was, and she said she was a singer in the king’s house, hoping that an innocent student like me would not give up on a man like her. I’m sorry.
He’s whispering, he’s lost his eyes. I don’t know, I just know she saved my life, and I’m gonna give her her pa back. When I saw her again, she was wounded and she had to hang herself. She’s lost and sold to her parents, and she’s a tougher man than I am. She saved me once and I wanted to save her once. I’m sorry.
“She gave me all her savings, and she wanted me to redeem her, and she was my man. I’m sorry.
“She has no choice but to be with me, and I respect her. I’m sorry.
“She said she wouldn’t allow me to copy the book again. She said she gave me all her savings and asked me if I could take a test and she would be my maid.” I’m sorry.
“She asked me, “but I thought, “What concubine is my handmaiden, who gave me a test, washed my hands and made soup for me, and gave me a daughter. I naturally asked her to be my wife, my fair wife, my only wife, who was my poor wife when Pei died, and I must do her well and not fail her.” How can I have a concubine?
Dad never told me all these old times.
All I remember was that when the princess was five years old, she came to see him and asked him, “Have you ever really given up on her being a whore?” I’m sorry.
My father and my father were so angry that they couldn’t stand being stuck with the princess. Why should I hate a man who married me when I was the worst? This is bullshit! It’s not her fault, it’s not her fault! Her biggest mistake was being sold to the green house by her parents’ ten coppers! Mother’s heart is cleaner than all of you, and cleaner than all the animals in the world! I’m sorry.
“The chastity of her mother, in her will, is never in the prejudice of a secular vision. I love her, I love her, I love her, I hate her, I hate you! I’m sorry.
I looked back on the old days and watched my father and dad suddenly rise from the ground.
He pushed me, fell and ran, grabbed the scissors on the table, scratched his face hard, splattered his blood, and he murmurs himself like he didn’t know pain: “It’s the wrong face, it’s all the wrong face…”
I was so cold, I rushed to catch him, and he was hiding in the wall with his mother’s card. Crying, blood mixed with tears, and he cried, and he couldn’t breathe: “Though, I’m disfigured. What if I don’t like it?
The little eunuch held me up and asked me what I’d do.
Her Highness died and Dad’s last breath broke down.
How can he go on?
He seemed to be calm, but had gone mad long ago, and had endured it for so many years and could not bear it.
He doesn’t know how many times he collapsed.
I couldn’t tell what was going on in his heart.
“Go get a doctor. Go! “I can’t help but cry and walk to my father’s side, grab my father’s hand and hug him. “Dad, you’re hurt. I’ll take you to the dressing. I’m sorry.
He looked at me and looked at me for a long time, and suddenly he laughed, “It’s a hymn.” I’m sorry.
He grabbed my hand, and his dark eyes were bright and pure, and he smiled with joy, and said, “Think, your mother’s going out to get her food and we’re going to pick up your mother’s bouquet, your mother’s favorite bouquet, go on, let’s pick it up.” I’m sorry.
He pulled me out and I crashed and cried.
God, I beg you, I beg you, if there’s a next life, let Pei and Shen Qian live in peace, take my life, save my life, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let them live together in the next life, even if I die now.
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Dad died a afternoon later, outside his mother’s hall, afraid to go in.
Father and father are afraid of ruining their face, afraid of seeing their mother, afraid of getting too much blood on their hands.
He’s so stupid.
I buried them together.
On the way back, the newly arrived husband asked me, “Your Majesty, which words are your names?” I’m sorry.
“Pe Ri, the lady, the gentleman, the man.” I’m sorry.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
