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Until Emperor Yong'an, who loved Song Wenchu, fell ill, she was the noble princess of Daliang, the pampered eldest daughter of the official family, and the favored darling of fate.
Later, when the regent government was overturned, she spent her days in Ningxuan Temple like years, just waiting for a dead beast and a glass of dove wine.
This poisonous wine is going to kill her, Song Wenchu, and this Kun beast is going to trample on the face of her legitimate princess.
The Prince Regent casually said death, then squatted in front of her, gave her a joking smile, and said slowly: "If you have the ability, just show me your life."
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Earn a life? What kind of life do you earn?
Song Wenchu was squatting on the street eating steamed buns, carrying an ancient Kunpeng under his tattered clothes.
On the hustle and bustle road of the capital city, the old Taoist priest came over with Zhang Po Banner. He looked at her and said, "No! Girl, I think your seal will turn black, which will be fatal to your family!"
Song Wenchu took a bite of the steamed bun: "How bad is it?"
The magic stick twisted its beard and looked serious: "The lifespan is no longer than ten, and there is no one behind to collect the body. I am alone to take care of my life, and my six relatives are punished-"
"It's a dead end."
Song Wenchu asked: "So, is it possible to get a chance to change this bad life?"
The magic stick said: "I'm afraid it will be as difficult as a sparrow laying goose eggs."
Sparrows lay goose eggs - nonsense.
Song Wenchu sighed: "Old man, I am penniless, you can't get anything from me."
The magic stick's goatee twitched, and his skillful hand suddenly reached into the incongruous brocade bag tied around her waist. Unexpectedly, the money was gone inside, but instead there was a sparrow.
Then he looked stern and pretended to sigh: "Pity, pity. However, it is better for a sparrow to lay goose eggs than for a sparrow to fly to the sky."
Song Wenchu asked: "How can I see it?"
The magic stick chuckled: "After all, a sparrow can't change into a Kunpeng."
After he finished speaking, he smiled profoundly, waved his sleeves and left. Next step, step into a puddle of fresh dog poop.
Song Wenchu also laughed. In three steps, even a single step can't be counted as a blessing, but he dares to count her for a lifetime.
She let go of the brocade bag and looked at Kun, who was pecking at the crumbs of the steamed bun inside.
One day, she will have her sycophants executed, and she will be in the position of Tai Chi, regent of the government and the public, and worshiped by all the people.
"The phoenix lives in the tung tree, the dragon lurks in the abyss. I think this is my destiny."
Purpose: Redemption at the end of life, protection after coming to the throne.
