The crabapple tree is fragrant in the tent, and the bright moon is in my arms

My name is Zhaoyue, but actually, my last name is not Zhao.

As for my last name, it’s been so long that I don’t remember it.

It was also a very cold winter day. My brother and I hid in a corner, listening to my father getting drunk and beating my mother.

Xiaoran was very well behaved and kept crying in my arms without making any sound. I wanted to rush out and kill his father.

But my mother told us not to move and to hide, and she would take care of it.

I held in my hand the bracelet she had thrust into my hand.

She said, Xiaoyue, this is not a good place, you have to get out, otherwise!

Otherwise what?

I don’t understand, but there was no light in my mother’s eyes and all her tears had dried up.

But I don't want to leave my mother.

I asked Xiaoran to squat down and quietly picked up the broken pieces of the clay pot. I wanted to help my mother.

Use it to kill your father.

But she gave me a look that warned and stopped me, and it drifted to the tip of my heart along with the winter wind.

My whole body was covered with ice crystals and I dared not move.

My mother has beautiful eyes. No, everything about her is beautiful. But my father is an alcoholic.

The emperor was fighting a war, and the situation was turbulent. There were so many people who were hungry. My father had no ambition to make progress, and if he earned any money, he only thought about drinking.

Wine can relieve a thousand worries.

When he was happy after drinking, he would hit us. When our mother stopped him, he would hit our mother again. When he was unhappy, he would also hit our mother.

No one wants to live this kind of life.

It was snowing, a sign from the sky that it was snowing, and the shiny white snow covered the ground, like the icing on the cakes in the expensive shops I had peeked into.

What does it taste like?

Sweet.

My father always yelled and sent me to a brothel!

Where?

The mother cried again.

I thought that if I was sent to a brothel, I could earn money for my mother so that Xiaoran could get treatment.

I would.

On the day I left, I had a premonition that my mother was dressed very neatly and even put on rouge, she was still beautiful.

I made a bowl of noodles for Xiaoran and me. The noodles tasted really delicious.

My father didn't even stop us, there was only smile in his eyes as he looked at us.

He touched Xiaoran's head and said: Eat well, you will have a good life in the future.

We ate voraciously, and when I looked up again, my mother's tears fell into the bowl.

There was a dead look in his eyes.

In the middle of the night, my mother told me again that she had no other choice. Xiaoyue, live with your brother, you must live!

Someone came to catch my mother, I covered Xiaoran's mouth and hid under the bed.

The mother kept struggling. She was wearing red embroidered shoes.

The sky was as dark as my mother’s eyes, the surroundings were so lonely, and my father’s voice could be clearly heard outside.

Yes, butler, my wife was a famous beauty when she was young.

Yes, it’s fun to have given birth to a child.

Thank you, thank you sir, you are really generous.

I understand, my mother will never come back.

I took Xiaoran to crawl through the dog hole and could only hear my own heartbeat.

I hate my father, and I also know why my mother always looks sad when she looks at me.

If a woman only has beauty.

What will be her fate?

I took Xiaoran and hid nearby, looking for an opportunity. Finally, my father was busy drinking and visiting brothels, and he fell asleep on the ground drunk.

He forgot that there were two hungry kids.

A fire burned down the house.

I took Xiaoran and left.

After walking for a long time, my memory is not clear anymore. Sometimes I don’t know if it is real or I am just dreaming.

In short, this winter was really cold.

Xiaoran was dizzy and hungry, but he didn't cry or make a fuss, and his breathing became weak.

I held my mother's bracelet and looked at it for a long time.

Mother won't blame me if I use it to save Xiaoran.

In order to have enough food, he fought with beggars, stole from breakfast shops, and went to work. No one wanted a skinny child.

The money from the bracelet was only enough to last for a while.

Xiaoran has a fever and needs to take medicine.

How is my mother? Will she blame me for not taking good care of Xiaoran?

I looked at Xiaoran's sleeping face and rubbed her dark face with snow until it turned red.

Maybe it was clean, I couldn't wait to run to the brothel.

The charming woman, wearing a thin shirt in the middle of winter, lifted my chin and said: Wow, you're a good candidate.

They are willing to give me food and support me!

But I have a younger brother, she frowned. The woman standing next to her was young but very coquettish: Mom, in this situation, who has extra money to raise two children? Look at her age, she will have to raise her for a few years before she can receive customers.

He is so dirty, maybe he has some disease.

Mom, why do you have to do such an unprofitable deal?

The door closed with a bang.

I suddenly understood what my mother meant by despair.

Even the brothels didn't want her.

How to do.

As I hugged Xiaoran, my tears froze into knives, cutting my whole body in pain.

Perhaps my brother and I will die in winter.

No one, no food.

It seemed as if God had opened his eyes and the war was won.

This means that the people can live in peace for a while.

I was caught and taken into the mansion with my brother.

And all the little beggars in that area appeared in this house late at night.

My face was pinched, and someone smiled at the lady sitting high up, saying that I was pretty good.

The lady was dressed in beautiful clothes, adorned with pearls and jade. Although it was cold outside, she felt as warm as spring inside.

I have a name now, Zhaoyue.

I have a father, the Minister of Rites.

Those were happy days. I somehow became the daughter of a wealthy family, and my younger brother was also taken care of.

I can only go and see him every three days.

You have to understand the rules, otherwise all this will be in vain.

I always remember that I am obedient.

As the days passed, I seemed to have forgotten who I was. I was immersed in all the finery and delicious food. I gradually became domineering and others could only laugh and talk about me.

The young lady is so spoiled!

The fake parents were very kind to her and told her that she was Zhaoyue.

What about the real legitimate daughter? She is missing. Is she dead? It is unknown.

She was a fake, used to comfort the parents who had lost their child. More importantly, after giving birth to their youngest son, the lady's body was injured and she could no longer get pregnant.

They were deeply in love and did not take a concubine, so they found a fake daughter.

If there is a talent show in the future, there will be someone else to go.

After all, I was born very beautiful.

I love it all!

I regard my past memories as dreams. I am dressed in silk and satin, and wear necklaces and long hairpins. I don't need a reason to teach people a lesson, because I am the legitimate daughter of a minister.

The sixth year of Tianzhao.

One year after the new emperor ascends the throne, a selection will be held.

A stranger appeared in the mansion. The mother looked at her and cried, and even the father choked with sobs.

She is not pretty enough.

There was hatred in his eyes when he looked at me.

I suddenly felt dizzy.

The dream was shattered, and the real legitimate daughter returned.

She wanted to be filial to her father. She had suffered a lot outside, and more importantly, she was no longer innocent.

The selection is imminent, and someone has to enter the palace.

Although he was in the Ministry of Rites, he had a son at home. Who would be willing to give up the opportunity to climb up?

But my daughter has lost her virginity, how can she enter the palace?

So, I entered the palace as a matter of course.

In fact, I don't want to do that. I live very well here. If I enter the palace and don't receive favor, it will be no different from being in the cold palace.

I am afraid. I just want to live a rich life and live with my brother.

I don't want to eat anything bitter.

The Shangshu threatened me that if I didn't enter the palace, my brother would die, and if I told the truth after entering the palace.

My brother will die too.

My mother told me to take good care of my younger brother.

This is the only person who can wake me up when I am in a beautiful dream.

I had no choice but to enter the palace.

If discovered by the emperor, it would be a serious crime of deceiving the emperor.

My younger brother was badly hurt by me and he became my hostage.

I compete for favor so that my brother can live a good life, and also for myself, because I don't want to suffer and live the rest of my life.

With hatred and curiosity, I became the emperor's promise.

It’s great to be in the palace. The things here are a hundred times more exquisite than those outside.

The food here is so delicious.

And the emperor is still a gentle and handsome man.

There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with entering the palace?

Except for women, there were so many of them, and the emperor favored every one of them.

No one is special in his heart.

This makes me proud. I am so beautiful, why can't I be the special one?

The woman who is equally beautiful as me is the daughter of the Ministry of Revenue. She is gentle and lively, with a pair of affectionate eyes.

Zhu Dingyuan liked it very much.

Yes, he likes those who are docile, easy to control, and dependent on him.

But I have a sharp and charming appearance, how can I be gentle?

My favor gradually waned.

I'm so jealous that I want to kill every one of them!

I used to cower in the snow, afraid to step on an ant.

Now my hands are covered in blood, but I am willing to do anything for Zhu Dingyuan's favor!

Because I don’t want to suffer anymore, not even a little bit!

Please, ma'am, I have learned some inferior things.

But the means used in the harem are not clean at all, everyone knows it well.

I made Zhu Dingyuan obsessed with me, and everyone was scolding me, saying that I was a witch who brought disaster to the country and the people.

But Zhu Dingyuan said that this was a compliment to me and he liked it very much.

Then he turned and went to Ning Ruxin Palace.

What about talking under the moon, listening to music in front of flowers, and walking hand in hand.

He never did that to me! He only spoke sweet words to me in bed!

My tears fell on the colorful satin.

That day, I was sitting in the Imperial Garden and had just asked my men to deal with the servant who had described how well-matched Zhu Dingyuan and Ning Ruxin were and how loving they were.

Just a slave, dead is dead.

Ning Ruxin also came for a walk, sat opposite me and smiled at me.

Next to her stood an extremely handsome eunuch.

I gripped the handle of the chair tightly, feeling jealous again. Why were all the people around her so good?

I scolded the eunuch and even wanted to humiliate him and make him kneel down to serve us.

Ning Ruxin actually stopped him, with confusion and blame in her eyes.

It is just good, elegant, pure and kind.

But, I'm just a slave, that's all.