When he entered the palace through the secret door with a group of children, he tried his best to lower his head and hide his face.
At the age of thirteen, he still didn't know how to complain about the cruelty of fate. He just wanted to cover up his eyes that were different from ordinary people. He didn't even have to be a eunuch.
As always, God had no intention of favoring him. When he was kicked and beaten, he grabbed the ground, gritted his teeth, and refused to let go.
If he were thrown out, how could the heavens and the earth be big enough to accommodate him?
Time passed slowly, and fate was about to change. The palace father-in-law of the most noble eldest princess of the Great Xia Dynasty was looming among the flowers of Xifu Begonia, and came slowly along the wide corridor.
So, from then on, throughout his life, he always stubbornly believed in fate. In many painful moments, I always close my eyes and persevere, obsessed with believing that hope will come in the next moment.
Push:
Half way to green mountains and half way to sea