[Yixiu, the master-level boss in the palace fight vs. Miss Wei, the little white flower in the house]
Uranala Yixiu died in the cold palace. Before he died, Yongzheng said to her: We will never meet again in life or death.
When she opened her eyes again, she became Wei Shuyi, the concubine of the sixth grade judge of the Sheng Mansion, lying in a pool of blood with difficulty giving birth. Outside the door, people from Lin Qige stopped the doctor from entering; inside, a maid holding a bowl of muddy water shouted, "My dear, please bear with me."
Oh.
Yi Xiu smiled.
After fighting for half a lifetime between princes and concubines, in the end, they have to fight against several concubines who are not worthy of the stage?
Three-quarters of an hour later, she cut the umbilical cord with her own hands, held her son in her arms and looked at the servants who were kneeling on the ground: "Go and tell your lord, just what Wei Xiaoniang said, this child has a tough life and cannot kill his mother."
Everyone thought that this cowardly Wei Xiaoniang would be at the mercy of others as before.
Until Lin Sushuang framed her and sent him to the woodshed;
Until Wang used her as a spearman, she turned around and gave the credit to the old lady;
Until everyone is waiting to see how she will take revenge on those who harmed her——
But she picked up her daughter Minglan and gently wiped the tears from her face: "Minglan, mother taught you. In this world, it is not difficult to be a ruthless person, but what is difficult is to be a good person and survive to the end."
The once poisonous woman in the palace, in this life she just wants to be a mother who protects her children.
[The champion of palace fighting descends to earth to experience calamity, only to find that this generation of house fighting contestants are not even worthy of carrying her shoes]
Reader comments
Very touching! I cried when I saw the last few pictures, about birth, old age, illness and death, the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter! Passed down from generation to generation!
Very touching! I cried when I saw the last few pictures, about birth, old age, illness and death, the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter! Passed down from generation to generation!