However, the bitter orange is nowhere to be found.
Where is the eldest son?
She desperately looked for her eldest son, but she couldn't find him either.
Everyone is in chaos.
Until that group of brutal Northern soldiers walked in, pushed the slaves, and separated them according to age and gender.
Then they were taken away separately.
Penghao got into a big car in a daze. A big car that was covered tightly.
I've been gone for so long, no one knows how long.
Only in the darkness, through the gaps in the cloth, could she see the sun outside, and then the stars. For more than a month, she had been locked up with other slaves. She could not wash herself or take medicine.
And the cart became a disasterous hell on earth. Everywhere was filled with the cries and curses of female slaves. Along the way, a man got up and a man got off.
No one knows how many men were accommodated in this large car at that darkest moment.
The cart drove all the way south, toward a place with sunshine and the fragrance of flowers.
It's always hell inside.
Penghao could only huddle in a corner of the car. After such a long journey and without water, the medicine on her body had less and less effect. Later,
The effect of the medicine has worn off.
In order to avoid being harmed by others.
She desperately used the little dry medicinal powder left on her body, mixed it with saliva, and smeared it on her face.
Her face kept itching.
She thought about what wet nurse Yalin had left behind, and if it was used improperly, it would be poisoned and disfigured.
However, at this time, she can no longer control so much.
She just wants to keep her body, she doesn't want to be killed by these men.
Her face was very itchy and she couldn't help but scratch it. The skin was broken and red and yellow water flowed out.
She knew that her face must have been poisoned. Although there was no mirror, she also knew that her face must be finished at this time. Her beauty was finished, and she only had a beautiful body, but a terrifying face.
Face.
Fortunately, when those men got in the car, all they saw was a beautiful face. No one wanted to take a look at her face, which was bleeding and pus-filled.
She saved her body.
Until the sun hit her face again. She was pulled out of the car.
She just saw the capital of Qi State. Oh my God, she was actually sold back again.
This time, there is no waiting in the slave market for others to choose.
They, the female slaves in the car, were pulled directly into the palace of Qi State.
There, she became a new palace maid.
A slave will never know the thoughts of nobles.
Penghao, she will never know who sent her to the Qi Palace. She just entered the Qi Palace through a pair of fateful hands.
"You, go to the lamplight room."
The old palace man who was in charge of her only left her a word and left her.
She watched as the more beautiful ones were selected for other jobs.
Entering the lamplight room with her were several ugly female slaves.
Am I as ugly as them?
Penghao couldn't believe it, but when she entered the lighting room and saw her face in the mirror for the first time.
Of course, the mirror fell.
she cried.
There's still a face there. It's a terrifying monster.
It's done, her face is done.
She was originally happy to enter the Qi Palace.
Come to think of it, I can meet Yinqi this way.
However, her face was ruined.
However, something more terrifying happened next. Something happened to her child.
That was three days after she entered the palace.
The palace officials also thought that she was new and easy to bully. They asked her to hold the lamp for three nights in a row. When the sun rose on the fourth day, she came out of Qingfei Palace and walked to the lamp-holding room.
, she collapsed to the ground, blood flowing out from under her skirt...
child!
Penghao groaned in her heart, tears and pain welling up in her heart. Nothing could happen to her child. That was her only hope of living.
She fell to the ground and looked at the palace people walking around. No one came up to help her up, and no one looked at her. The human feelings in the palace were so cold.
Yinqi!
Penghao groaned in her heart and murmured this name, as if this name could make her pain less.
At this time, she met a person, who was the second person in her life who was good to her.
People like Nanny Yalin.
That person is Grandma Lu.
Grandma Lu called her ugly.
Grandma Lu clearly remembered the first time she saw Chou'er.
That was when she went to the lantern room to find the maid in charge. In the backyard of the lantern room, she saw a palace maid moaning in pain on the ground. Looking at her clothes, she knew that she was a new palace maid.
She heard last night that a new group of palace servants had been brought into the palace, who were trafficked from the north.
Unexpectedly, I saw it today.
It is also appropriate for the new palace maid to serve as a lamp-bearing slave.
Because everyone in the palace knows that holding the lamp as a slave is the hardest job in the palace.
The lamp slave, to put it bluntly, is a lamp stand, a living lamp stand.
It was getting colder late at night. Whenever the master woke up and called out, he would go over to serve him with a lamp. If he accidentally fell asleep, he might lose his life.
Therefore, this work is always done by newcomers in the palace.
Nanny Lu was not surprised to see the new arrival in the lamplight room.
The strange thing is that this new palace servant is actually huddled in the palace courtyard, surrounded by many palace residents.
Nanny Lu got closer and saw clearly. The palace man was actually covered in blood, and he was lying in a pool of blood moaning...
That day, Nanny Lu felt compassion and brought the new palace servant into her small room.
Only then did I get to know this new lamp-holder slave. She didn’t have a name, and she didn’t tell her past.
Finally, timely treatment was obtained and his life was saved.
She has been silent since she woke up.
She is so strange. What is strange is not only her body, but also her silence.
What's even more strange is that her face, how can it be called a face?
It was dark and rough, with red pimples...
However, she has a beautiful and delicate body.
She didn't tell her, and Nanny Lu didn't ask.
There is no slave who is sold without a full set of stories and sorrows.
Even without asking, Grandma Lu knew that something must be wrong.
She didn't have a name, so she called her ugly slave.