Don't be a salted fish, the daily life of the concubine in the palace

Nanchu Palace, a secret underground cave.

The pungent smell of blood filled the cold air. In the coffin in the middle of the cold pond, Lu Yun's body lay quietly. The atmosphere in the cave was depressing. Li Yuanli, the Emperor of Southern Chu, stood beside the coffin with a gloomy face.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth silently.

"I've already told you, forcibly starting the device is very dangerous." Mo Xun sat cross-legged on the ground, moving his sore wrists, with a helpless look on his face.

Li Yuanli was silent.

Mo Xun continued to chatter: "Now, not only did you fail to bring Shen Wei back, you also put her in danger. The world is so big, Shen Wei could be anywhere. She could be a dying old woman, a prisoner about to be guillotined, or even a man... How are you going to find her?"

"Shen Wei is already the Queen Mother. She is living a good life. Why do you have to ruin her good life? If I were Shen Wei, I would just stab you to death with a knife."

"Do you think Li Yuanjing is a fool? He would definitely be able to tell if his wife has changed her mind."

Mo Xun was helpless.

She was trapped in a cramped cave and watched Li Yuanli take risks, but was powerless to stop him.

The instrument was inherently unstable and malfunctioned during operation, causing Shen Wei to go missing.

Li Yuanli stood up, his black and gold imperial robe brushing across the blood on the ground. He slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said coldly: "I will bring her back to you no matter where you are."

Mo Xun: ...

Mo Xun kicked the stone beside him into the cold pond. There was a crisp "dong" sound in the pond.

Mo Xun cursed: "Zhang Hean's genes are really sick! If I had known, I would not have slept with him back then!"

Be quiet for a moment.

Mo Xun frowned slowly, feeling a little uneasy: "I've been missing for two years, and he still hasn't come back... Could something have happened?"

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Jiangnan, Qing State.

Shen Wei suddenly fainted and slept all night. The Empress Dowager was very worried and suspected that Li Yuanjing was secretly bullying Shen Wei. Li Yuanjing had no way to defend himself.

Li Yuanjing couldn't sleep all night.

The next morning, in the dim light, birds chirping could be heard from the treetops in the yard.

The unconscious Shen Wei slowly woke up. She opened her eyes and the scene in front of her became clearer. What she saw was a gorgeous bed curtain made of fragrant cloud yarn, with a faint fragrance floating in the air. A tall and handsome middle-aged man was leaning against the bed.

Li Yuanjing stayed by the bed all night when he suddenly heard a faint sound from the bed.

He opened his eyes instantly and looked into Shen Wei's eyes: "Weiwei?"

"Shen Wei" twitched her eyebrows slightly, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her lips. She seemed to want to call Li Yuanjing, but when the words came to her lips, she suddenly stopped.

She didn't know how the former Shen Wei called the emperor in private.

Should he be called "Grand Emperor"? Or "Husband"? Or is there another name?

So she chose to keep silent and pretend that her illness had not yet recovered.

"Weiwei, are you feeling unwell?" Li Yuanjing hadn't noticed that Shen Wei had a different body, so he held Shen Wei's hand worriedly.

"Shen Wei" recalled Shen Wei's words and deeds back then. As the virtuous queen in the hearts of the people of Daqing, Shen Wei has always been known for her gentleness and virtue.

Then, "Shen Wei" showed tenderness in her eyes, and she gently replied to Li Yuanjing: "I am fine."

Her voice was as gentle as water, and her eyes were filled with love, just like all the women in the world who deeply loved their husbands.

Li Yuanjing's expression changed instantly.

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The Emperor of Nanchu and the Emperor of Qing were both feeling uneasy, while in a small fishing village by the sea on a distant continent, Shen Wei was still in a daze.

She looked around and found herself in a run-down fishing village hut. The four walls were damaged, and the wooden windows had been repaired many times, leaving only a crooked wooden board hanging beside the bed. The door was a torn fish skin curtain, and the cold wind blew into the room, making Shen Wei more and more awake.

"Sister, drink, drink the medicine." The fish-skin curtain was opened, and a dark and skinny young boy came over awkwardly, holding a broken bowl.

Shen Wei took a closer look and saw that the "bowl" in the boy's hand was actually a palm-sized shell filled with some black and bitter medicinal juice.

Shen Wei was at a loss.

Where is she?

Wasn't she at the Jiangnan Lantern Festival with music? How did she end up in this place when she suddenly fainted?

Am I dreaming?

The room was shabby and there were no mirrors. Shen Wei turned around and banged her head against the wall.

thump—

The sharp pain in the forehead meant that this was not a dream.

The dark-skinned boy seemed to be frightened. He hurriedly put the shell bowl on the small table, and came over with tears in his eyes to grab Shen Wei's hand: "Sister! Don't die, wuwuwu, even if you die, His Royal Highness the King of Wu will not look at you much, wuwuwu."

Shen Wei covered her aching head and broke free from the boy's hand: "Give me the mirror."

The young boy ran out of the house with red eyes. After a while, he came back into the house with a small bronze mirror fragment the size of a palm in his hand.

Shen Wei took the broken bronze mirror. The mirror was blurry, but her face could be vaguely seen.

It was another face, thin, slightly dark, with big eyes, messy hair, and a barely pretty appearance.

Judging from his age, he is only about fifteen or sixteen years old.

Shen Wei put down the bronze mirror, and a string of curse words came out of her mind. She had worked hard for twenty years and finally retired to live a rich and luxurious life. Before she could enjoy the good life for a few days, she was actually reincarnated into another person!

Is it going to be that the rest of her life will be spent traveling through time again and again?

Shen Wei even felt a little desperate, a despair that seemed to have no end in sight.

But when Shen Wei thought about it carefully, she felt very strange. Twenty years ago, she came to this world after a car accident and became Shen Wei, a maid in the palace. At that time, she inherited all the memories of the original owner in her mind.

Now she has become a thin fisherman's daughter, and Shen Wei has no memory of her.

"You go out first, I'll lie down for a while." Shen Wei frowned.

The dark-skinned boy seemed to be very afraid of Shen Wei. He stumbled and said, "Sister, remember to take your medicine."

Shen Wei closed her eyes and nodded.

The young boy left the shabby house.

Shen Weisheng lay back on the bed helplessly, his eyes unfocused, like a salted fish that had lost its dreams.

After twenty years of hard work, one wakes up and finds himself back to the time before liberation. No one can accept this.

Shen Wei didn’t want to struggle anymore. She murmured to herself, “If life is a repetition, then what’s the point of involution? I might as well just lie down and die. I can be reborn after I die anyway.”

She closed her eyes without any fighting spirit.

Lie down for a cup of tea.

Shen Wei rolled over and sat up, patting her face and scolding herself angrily: "I can't even lie flat!"

She is the life of the King of Rolls!