The Soul of the Older Leftover Girl Wears Cannon Fodder

When Fu opened his eyes slightly, the green bricks under his knees were bitingly cold, and the choking smell of incense ash lingered on the tip of his nose. One second she was excited about tomorrow's perfect attendance award, and the next second she became the unlucky person kneeling in the Buddhist hall - the cannon fodder queen of the Great Zhou Dynasty just a few days after taking office. The turbulent memories in her mind almost overturned her: somehow, the original owner's brain had poured boiling tea on the face of the concubine who was favored by the Sixth Palace, not only ruining the beauty's appearance, but also putting herself in a dead end. Long Yan was furious, and an imperial edict punished her to kneel in this deserted Buddhist hall for three days and three nights, reflecting on the ancient Buddha with a green lantern. Coincidentally, the original owner died in the middle of the night on the third day, and left this dilapidated body, still burdened with overwhelming hatred, to Fu Weiwei, who had just arrived. The fire in the incense burner flickered, reflecting her pale face. Outside, there were the doting concubines and gang members who were eyeing her, and in the palace, there was the indifferent emperor who regarded her as a thorn in his side. Even the palace servants who were serving her looked at her with a bit of pity in their eyes, as if they were waiting to collect her corpse. The older leftover woman Fu wiped her face slightly, looked at her tender skin but covered with bruises on her knees, and smiled crazily at the kind-faced Buddha statue: Go to hell with the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha, go to hell with the gambit!