Daily Farming in the Buddhist Harem of a Tyrant

Wen Yao entered a palace fighting novel and became the cannon fodder who was sentenced to death after only living for three episodes. Seeing a palace of stunning beauties chatting and laughing with hidden secrets, Wen Yao shrank her neck silently. It was impossible to fight in the palace. After all, the current Holy Emperor was a moody tyrant, so she had to stay away from him. In order to save her life, she told the public that she liked farming and took the initiative to request an order to move to the cold palace. Just when she was hiding in the cold palace, growing flowers and grass, playing with cats and dogs, and living a fairy-like life, the tyrant kicked open the door of the cold palace with a murderous look on his face: "The chickens you raised are disturbing me!" Wen Yao, holding the little chick that had just hatched out of its shell and could barely stand upright, said: "???" *** When he was six years old, Rong Jian fell down in the imperial garden. After waking up, he had the ability to read minds, and his temperament changed drastically from then on. After he ascended the throne, he faced courtiers and concubines who had different opinions every day, and his hostility became more and more intense. One day, a talented man from a foreign country came to ask for peace. He was so impudent that he asked for an order to move to the cold palace. Rong Jian raised his eyes lightly, murderous intent surging in his eyes, but when he heard a regretful voice in her heart, "The emperor is really good-looking, but he is too thin, it makes people feel distressed to see him." The lingering anger in his heart suddenly dissipated. Later. Rong Jian waited and waited. After waiting for more than half a year, the talented young man who cared about him didn't come to say hello. He was so angry that he walked through the door of Leng Palace again and again on the pretext of relaxing. Unexpectedly, the door of Leng Palace was closed tightly, and no one came out to greet him. Just when he was about to turn around and leave, the soft voice of the young talent came through the crack in the door—— 'Wow, why hasn't the emperor left? Could it be that he wants to drink my tea? Forget it, let's go watch the chicks hatch! ' Rong Jian was furious, "Am I worse than a chicken?" He was furious and kicked open the door of Leng Palace. The sun was just right that day, and she was holding the chick in her hands with a look of astonishment on her face, which was so cute. For the first time in his life, he had the urge to rub someone into his arms and make her cry. Buddhist farming vs. Violent drama Tips: 1v1, sc, make assumptions and don't test it! ====================================== Pre-released article "I raised the black villain to be white". Please collect it (#^.^#) Copywriting: Meng Wantao travels into a counterattack novel and assumes the role of a passerby who has nothing to do with the plot - the orphan of Uncle Cheng Yu's third wife. Because her parents died early and her biological mother was not allowed to be seen by her grandmother, she was raised in a village outside Beijing all year round like a transparent person. She was fed and clothed at a cost that was not even as good as that of a respectable maid in the mansion. Now that you are wearing it, life will naturally go on. After teaching the evil slave who deceived her master a lesson and getting back what was rightfully hers, she settled down to farm and open a shop in the village to earn money. She lived a comfortable life until she greedily went to the pond to grill fish on an autumn night and met the illegitimate son of an unknown noble family next door who was raising in the village. He looked extremely handsome, but his face was too pale and his body was too weak, as if he was about to be blown away by the wind at any time. Meeting his cold gaze, Meng Wantao thought for a moment and raised the freshly grilled fish: "Do you want to eat it?" Gong Jue, with the sharp sword in his sleeve unsheathed: "..." ** Later, when the two of them saw each other more often, she was no longer afraid of his evil aura and felt pity for his life experience. Whenever she made delicious food, she would give him some. One day, someone suddenly came to the palace to read out the Queen Mother's marriage decree, asking her to marry the villain of the book, the Prince Regent, as his concubine. The regent controls half of the country and is on par with the queen mother, but when the male protagonist (young emperor) grows up, his end is extremely miserable. Meng Wantao didn't need to think about it to know how miserable she would be as the regent princess. She really didn't understand why she, an NPC who had nothing to do with the plot and just lived her life peacefully, suddenly got married to a violent and cruel villain? Just as he was dazed, he saw the illegitimate son next door taking the Queen Mother's decree from the eunuch's hand, and raised the corner of his mouth coldly: "The Queen Mother has taken trouble for me." Meng Wantao: "………………?" ** Gong Jue, the Sixth Emperor, grew up in the cold palace. He was pure and innocent. After being harmed several times and almost dying, he completely turned into a black man. He plotted every step of the way and became the powerful regent in the world. That year, he was assassinated and seriously injured. He was recuperating in a hospital on the outskirts of Beijing. The little girl who lived next door to him and almost didn't survive several times was not afraid of him at all. She held up delicious food every day and asked him if he wanted to try it. At first, he just thought she had ulterior motives and looked at everything she did with cold eyes. He just waited for her to show off and then took her life. Until that day, he was betrayed by his subordinates and became violent. The little girl put a bowl of wine-stuffed sweet-scented osmanthus dumplings into his hand and advised him in a gentle voice: "You should be open-minded when you are alive. Don't give up on yourself. The days will always get better and better. Look at me, I am not living a full life now." He didn't listen to a word of what she said. He only remembered that her hands were soft and warm, which warmed the frost that had accumulated in his heart for many years. Small heater vs big iceberg Purpose: Even in deep adversity, we should be optimistic and live a serious life