Quick Wear: The scumbag is on the prowl, beware

Yanxi Palace.

After Zhen Huan left, An Lingrong could no longer bear the pain in her stomach and she collapsed to her knees, with the plate of bitter almonds on the table knocked over.

Her cheeks were red and swollen. It was a punishment ordered by the emperor himself, and she had to be slapped in the face by palace servants every day.

She had been feeling inferior all her life, and what she cared about most was her self-esteem, but her final end was so humiliating, without any dignity at all.

An Lingrong couldn't stop crying as she thought back on her absurd and tragic life.

Her breath was weak, and her words came out in a whisper: "This life, this breath, has never been my decision. This time, I can finally be the master of it."

As the poison was about to take effect, she closed her eyes in relief.

If there is an afterlife, she never wants to enter this cannibalistic Forbidden City again.

After taking her last breath, An Lingrong's soul escaped from her body, only to see a woman in strange clothes.

"Hello, my name is Fugui. I see you were unwilling to die. Let's make a deal."

"But I have nothing, nothing to give you."

An Lingrong is not afraid of wealth. She is now barefoot and is not afraid of those who wear shoes. She has lost her life, so what else does she have to lose?

Fugui raised his finger and shook it: "No, no, no, don't worry, since I can come to you, I must want something you have."

An Lingrong asked: "What do you want? What can you give me?"

Fugui asked back: "What do you want?"

An Lingrong expressed her wish, and Fugui clapped his hands: "It's simple, leave it to me."

Fugui also made his own request, and added at the end: "I know you are an expert in this area, you must know the formula."

An Lingrong nodded: "Yes, I know. But I have to remind you that it is not a good thing. Just look at what happened to me."

Fugui smiled happily: "It's okay, it's okay. Times have changed. You don't know how popular that thing is in later generations. It's simply worth a fortune."

She looked at An Lingrong and said, "What a pity, you were born in the wrong place. If you were born in that era, you would have lived a better life than anyone else."

She is an embroidery master, perfume master, ice-skating master, herbal medicine expert, has a high IQ, a strong learning ability, and a heavenly voice.

Anything he takes out is of top-notch quality and worthy of the title of intangible cultural heritage master.

When participating in The Voice of China, you can also make the whole audience light up.

If such a configuration were placed in modern times, not only would one feel inferior, but one would also have to be humble if they didn't even walk sideways.

It's a pity that she was born in the wrong era. These amazing talents could only be used to compete with countless women for the emperor's illusory favor, which was a waste of talent.

She is not the protagonist who gets to have the last laugh, so she can only be trapped in this Forbidden City and wither away bit by bit.

Looking back on her life, it is true that she was humble from the bottom of her heart and had no control over anything.

An Lingrong said: "Okay, I promise you."

The two men reached a deal, and a small golden pagoda appeared in Fugui's hand.

She used her soul to send a message to Ata: "Ata, get to work."

In another dimension, the little brat said reluctantly: "I know."

Ata has advanced. This is the Chaos Tower clone he cultivated. It is not as powerful as the main body, but can be controlled by him as a medium.

The child was so precious that it was only after Qi An gave the green light that he lent it to Fugui.

The tower began to spin at a high speed. A dazzling golden light flashed before An Lingrong's eyes and she closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, she returned to the day of the talent show and saw Zhen Huan and Shen Meizhuang smiling brightly.

An Lingrong's eyes felt hot, and she actually went back to the past.

At that time, there was no conflict or estrangement between them. Although she felt a little inferior in front of them, she still wanted to be close to them.

Thinking about what happened later, An Lingrong felt complicated and couldn't explain what she thought of these two people.

After a while, she walked up to Zhen Huan and Shen Meizhuang and bowed solemnly: "My two sisters, I'm sorry."

This "I'm sorry" was the only thing she could say to them.

Zhen Huan and Shen Meizhuang quickly helped her up and asked her why she apologized for no apparent reason, but An Lingrong changed the subject.

As the three of them chatted and laughed, Zhen Huan picked a crabapple flower and pinned it in her hair.

An Lingrong reached out and touched the crabapple blossoms. In her previous life, she had always wanted to be selected, but the emperor did not like her.

Just when she was disappointed, the crabapple flower on her temples attracted butterflies to stop and aroused the emperor's interest, and she finally got what she wanted.

In the end, she and Zhen Huan fought to the death, and I wonder if she regretted her unintentional move that day.

The audition finally began. An Lingrong walked forward with the crowd. Behind her, the pink begonia fell to the ground.

When the wind blows, the petals scatter.

One of the petals was carried by the wind, floated out of the vermilion palace wall, and flew into the vast sky and earth.

An hour later, An Lingrong stood timidly before the emperor, and the eunuch read out loudly: "An Lingrong, put down the sign and give flowers."

An Lingrong breathed a sigh of relief.

She was finally leaving the cannibalistic Forbidden City. The endless palace walls had been her lifelong nightmare.

After saying goodbye to Zhen Huan and Shen Meizhuang and giving them a few reminders, An Lingrong left the palace.

She was afraid that she would never see these two people again in this life.

I hope they can have the last laugh and get what they want.

At the palace gate, An Lingrong looked up at the sun in the sky, feeling the free wind blowing across her cheeks, and the depression in her chest was swept away.

She will enjoy such nice sunshine in the future.

An Lingrong straightened her back, stretched her shoulders, and raised her head which was always lowered. The timid and timid air in her body quickly disappeared.

In this life, she wants to live for herself.

Fugui looked at her receding figure and waved his hand.

"It's done. Let's go back to find Sister An An."

At this time, Qi An was sitting in a small restaurant, looking at the table filled with small bowls and plates, speechless.

"Isn't this just a snack? Can this thing fill you up?"

Ata said, "It looks red and spicy and quite appetizing. Boss, why don't you try it first?"

Qi An also took a bite and ate it, his brows furrowed so tightly that they could kill a fly.

"These may look like eight dishes, but they actually taste the same. Why waste so many dishes? It would be better to just put them in one pot and not have to wash so many dishes."

Ata chuckled: "Maybe they just pursue a sense of ritual."

Finally, a bowl of ramen came.

Qi An looked unhappy: "Have I reached the point where I have to eat instant noodles every day?"

Ata whispered, "Boss, this country is short of resources, and the food is the same over and over again. You think this is Country Z, so just make do with it."

Qi An threw down his chopsticks: "I won't eat it anymore, it's all pickled vegetables, it causes cancer."

Ata: “…” That’s funny. You will get cancer?

After searching for a long time, Qi An finished his lunch with fried chicken in one hand and ice cola in the other.

Ata also ate with relish: "Actually, Boss, this is not much healthier than the kimchi on the table."

"It's meat after all. If you don't want to eat it, throw it away. I'll buy you some kimchi instant noodles."

Ata stuffed the remaining fried chicken into his mouth in one bite.

After dinner, Qi An bought a watermelon, cut it in half, and ate it with a spoon while sitting on a bench. Passersby kept looking at her.

Qi An was completely puzzled. It was just eating a watermelon, what was there to see?

Later, she realized how luxurious it was to eat a whole watermelon by oneself here.

The one who made the wish this time was a girl named Smida from Korea.