Hua on the Bone

(The past needs to be told slowly, and the old friends also need to be talked about. The first five chapters are the place of origin, and the sixth chapter is the origin. The pace is slow and warm. Please savor it carefully. The author will pay my respects hh) (ps: I have been ill recently and cannot update daily. The author begs for forgiveness. The reader is informed: 3) Jiazi was in trouble, and the Shen family was destroyed. Twelve-year-old Shen Zhao was branded "the traitor queen" and was taken into the palace as a slave. After working in the laundry department for five years, my fingers were rotten and healed, and my back was never bent. He is his family-killing enemy. Five years later, he was transferred from the laundry bureau to the mansion by his old enemy. In name, he was copying books and polishing ink, but in reality he was imprisoned from an escape point. "Do you know me?" "Young ones don't know adults." He didn't know that the other party already knew who he was. He was just watching - watching the drama he directed and acted. He was the thing imprisoned in the pool in his study. He hates him, he should hate him. Five years ago, that person said: "Send it to the Department of Domestic Demand." Five years later, the man said, "Come here." But in the temptation and pull day after day, that hatred gradually grew into something else. He thought he was lurking in the darkness, waiting for the opportunity for revenge, but he never imagined that the light had already been lit. He silently chanted "Kill him" over and over again. But until the end, I couldn't tell whether it was obsession or something else. The most desperate thing in the world is not to hate someone to death. It was you who discovered that you didn't even hate him thoroughly enough. ——— The cold and arrogant son of a sinful minister (suffer) × the gentle and sinister first-class powerful minister (attack) When hate and love grow in the same body, where will you go? (The character interactions in this book are fictional events and have nothing to do with real history) Intention: When he didn't care about the day or night, I suddenly realized that I didn't even hate him thoroughly enough.