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The next day, when he went to wash his clothes, he was exhausted. He rubbed more and more, but today, he had more clothes than he had in the past few days.

"Zhiqiu, do you want me to?" a kind lady whispered.

He washed from morning until afternoon without even time for a sip of water.

"No, thanks." The people here were easy to get along with. Everyone had the same status, so there was nothing to argue about. On the other hand, those ferocious mama would mercilessly whip anyone who looked lazy. Of course, they would also not allow the palace maids to help me.

I don't know if he was doing it on purpose, but did he want me to admit defeat?

He was finally done washing, but his hands were trembling.

Squatting in the toilet, I closed my eyes wearily. I didn't even know what I was holding on to. When was such a life going to be a head?

I finally knew that my whole life was spent like this in the palace, and he wouldn't have made me feel proud. If I had known earlier that I would have ignored him, I wouldn't have told him to scram.

One word, one life.

Xia Junchang, I'm so tired, but I have to persevere. I can't let you and Grand Concubine Yi worry about me. Death is just an even more cowardly action. It was written in my father's book that if one is not afraid of death, then what is there to be afraid of?

"Yun Zhiqiu, hurry up and come out. Don't even think about eating before washing these clothes."

The mama's voice once again sounded from outside, urging him on with her life.

I took a breath and went out, looking at the rough faces of almost one model, and went to the water table to wash the oars.

The moon in autumn is so round and so bright that it shines silver on the water. I panted and didn't dare to look up, or else the stars would follow me around.

I don't want to go back to my room tonight. I'm afraid that the same thing that happened last night will happen to me. I'll go in and get my quilt, and I'll even go to the racetrack palace and sleep on the ground under the moonlight, with my clothes fluttering in the wind. The night was cool, and the more he slept, the colder it became. Unfortunately, the blanket was too thin, so he could only cuddle his body and fall asleep.

I felt as if someone was looking at me. When I opened my eyes, I saw my clothes fluttering in the wind. I couldn't even see them.

Relax and go back to sleep. When I woke up at dawn, there was an extra blanket on me. I didn't know who quietly covered me. I thought, maybe the palace maid saw me as pitiful and secretly covered me up.

Perhaps it was fatigue, slowly suppressing the sadness in my heart, bury it in the corner of my heart, every day is faced with an inexhaustible washing of clothes, eating cold and hard steamed buns.

I knew he was going northwest in October, and I was still sad when he came that day.

"The third prince sure is good-looking. I heard that he even came to the Raccoon City. It's just that the mama said that this place is too low and won't let him in." a palace maid whispered as she pounded her clothes.

Jun Tang, why would he let you see me?

"Hey, listen. The sound of the jade flute. Listen well."

All the voices had quietened down, and even the mama had stopped. Listening to the sounds coming from outside the high wall, they were like weeping and complaining, their love intertwining with each other.

I cried harder, and beat my clothes, but the beat was cheerful.

I know he understands. God knows how hard it is for me to fight like this.

Xia Junchang, leave, this place isn't your sky. Please forget about me, you won't feel guilty. If you like me, I don't want your love for me to be just guilt.

He understood. The sound of the jade flute changed to a lively tune, as if it was galloping on an endless green field.

That's good, my wooden pestle drooped powerlessly into the water, a mama looked at me sharply, and I jumped into the water without saying anything. The wooden pestle here is probably heavier than my life.

Underwater, is a quiet place, only the water knows I cry so hard.

He was leaving, he was leaving this place, and from this day forth, he would be on his own.

I'll go with you to the northwest.

Goodbye, Juntan. Goodbye to the man I love. I don't regret it.

I know it hurts, but it's worth it. You like me.

It was so painful, so painful, that his whole body was twitching.

A big hand grabs me up and says viciously, "Don't die in the Raccoon Palace."