• Wedge
• 　　The bitter and numb almonds were swallowed one by one.
• 　　Thinking about entering the palace for many years, An Lingrong actually felt that the bitter apricot in his hand was still slightly sweet.
• 　　Palace clothes are gorgeous, pearl purple flowers, a pair of deep and indifferent eyes with pride and sadness.
• 　　It was Zhen Huan, and An Lingrong knew that she had waited.
• 　　An Lingrong looked up at Zhen Huan, and smiled at Zhen Huan as always, as if she was used to doing things that flattered her on the surface.
• 　　"Sister is here, sister looks at me, is it much older, is it still the same as before?"
• 　　Zhen Huan regretted and said:
• 　　"Sister's face is still the same, but her heart is not as simple as before!"
• 　　An Lingrong smiled, not to please but to be sarcastic.
• 　　"If it's still as simple as before, I'm afraid I've already died hundreds of times in the harem. Do you know who taught me my embroidery? It's my mother. My mother used to be an embroidery mother in Suzhou. My father liked her very much. At that time, my father was still a small businessman who sold spices. He relied on my mother to sell embroidery and donated a sesame seed to my father. My mother had ruined my father's eyes, and people were not as beautiful as they used to be. My father married several aunts. Although my mother was in the main house, she was old and decadent, and she had no scheming, so she suffered losses everywhere, so that my father In the end, he didn't even want to see her. After entering the palace, Concubine Hua was so fierce, and the queen's city was deep. Even the palace maids dared to bully me. I'm terrified, I dream every night, dreaming that I've become like my mother, blind, bullied, and worse than death. "
• 　　There is a little sincerity in this deep palace, even Empress Zhen Huan is just using it.
• 　　Zhen Huan smiled coldly, with endless ridicule and pity.
• 　　"Everyone knows that the days in the palace are difficult, but no matter how difficult the days are, no matter how hard you are, you should not hurt the people around you, especially those who have always regarded you as your own sister."
• 　　Dear sister! Ah~
• 　　An Lingrong smiled frantically and covered his heart. It really hurts.
• 　　"Once, I also thought that you were treating me sincerely. You have so many things, such as a noble origin, beautiful appearance, and the favor of the emperor, but because of my humble background, I have tasted the cold eyes of the world, and because of your popularity, I was humiliated by Concubine Hua. Later, I learned that you treated me well, took care of me everywhere, and gave me a helping hand. It was just a charity for cold rice. You want me to replace Shen Meizhuang to compete for favor, so as to consolidate your position in the palace."
• 　　Zhen Huan observed a moment of silence. It turned out that she treats people sincerely, but it may not make people understand her sincerity.
• 　　"Since we entered the palace, the three of us have depended on each other for life. I will never force you to do what you don't want to do. On that day, Meizhuang was banned. If I don't join forces with you, I can only be a fish for human beings -"
• 　　An Lingrong looked at Zhen Huan's gorgeous makeup. Without her calculation, would Zhen Huan still be the pure and beautiful she saw for the first time? Unfortunately, it was too late.
• 　　She suddenly didn't want Zhen Huan to hate her, and didn't want Zhen Huan to think she was vicious. After all, she still cared about Zhen Huan, her former sister.
• 　　She took another bite of bitter almonds.
• 　　"This bitter almond is very delicious. After staying in the palace for a long time, bitter almonds are also sweet to eat. Don't resent me and say that I am vicious. In fact, I am just a little unreconciled. I am not willing to be a stepping stone for others silently like this. I am not willing to live silently like this. I have to fight for favor, I have to resent the queen, resent the emperor, resent everyone who uses me as a pawn and treats me as something. I don't know that the queen is not sincerely helping me, and I don't know that the emperor has ever loved me, but in this harem, where is there any sincerity to speak of. In the end, I still hate you the most, because You have everything, it's over, but I have nothing, "
• 　　Zhen Huan's face was still indifferent, and at this point, she would no longer be moved.
• 　　"If you don't completely destroy your conscience, go back and think about how many people you have harmed."
• 　　An Lingrong shook his head like a stubborn child.
• 　　"I don't want to look back, the night in the palace is so cold and so long, how can I survive every second, I don't dare to think about it."
• 　　Zhen Huan said disdainfully:
• 　　"No matter how cold it is, you shouldn't use other people's blood to warm yourself."
• 　　Is it disdain? Oh~ An Lingrong hates and suffers the most Zhen Huan's expression, because it will make her feel that her dignity, her friendship, and the feelings she gets are all fake.
• 　　"What's so warm, sister, you and I are enemies for life anyway."
• 　　No matter how lonely or cold the deep palace is, An Lingrong never needs to be warm, she just needs to keep climbing up so that she will not be stepped on. Zhen Huan blocked her way, she just calculated that she could not become what she looks like today.
• 　　"Enemy, I won't hate you, and I don't want to forgive you, because it's too worthless."
• 　　Zhen Huan smiled contemptuously, because An Lingrong was not afraid, why should she hate a dead person?
• 　　"Yeah, my life was not worth it."
• 　　An Lingrong felt the toxicity of his strength and limbs, sat paralyzed on the soft couch, looked at Zhen Huan's leaving figure, and shouted.
• 　　"Empress, kill the empress, sorry, your stable life was destroyed by me after all, this life, this tone, I can never help myself, today, I can finally be myself... back to the master"
• 　　Bitter almonds spilled on the splendid carpet.
• 　　An Lingrong died with a smile on his face.
• 　　That smile is contented like a child who steals candy and tastes sweet.
• 　　After the death of a disgraced Concubine Oriole in the harem, the emperor only responded that An Lingrong was not allowed to be buried in the imperial mausoleum, and continued to favor Concubine Xi.
• 　　The queen is just a pity to lose a pawn.
• 　　The eunuchs rolled up her body in a straw mat and threw it in the mass grave outside the palace.
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