Pluto's off-line concubine

Chapter 5 Being deceived, playing with fate (this chapter is free)

The grand and imposing mansion has wide stone steps going up, a stone lion with its head held high on the left and right, a huge silver animal ring hanging on the thick gold-encrusted red door, and a gold lettering on a black background on the top of the door lintel. Inlaid with three vigorous fonts with iron and silver hooks: Fucheng Palace!

The solemn and steady mansion, behind its glorious lintel, hides countless strife and oppression, including countless plots and calculations.

As the saying goes, as soon as the waiting door enters the deep sea, seize power, compete for favor, and exclude, you will sing and we will appear on the stage.

The master has the intrigue of the masters, and the slave has the infighting of the slave.In this profit-driven environment where the jungle preys on the weak, everyone has to learn how to protect themselves, and even the children who grow up here seem to be more precocious than others.This is what they saw and heard when they were young. They understood the truth earlier than others that if you don’t step on other people’s shoulders to climb up, others will step on you as a stepping stone.

Therefore, if any empress is favored, she can live in the Zhiyan Tower, and her children will naturally fly to the sky, and those who lose their favor will first move to the Fumeng Tower in the south of the lake, saying It is a floating dream building, but it is actually composed of a large number of pavilions, and the masters who have fallen out of favor or made mistakes live in it, and their children will suffer accordingly. It is common for children in Zhiyan building to bully them , and in such a situation, the servants would disappear automatically long ago.

They have been taught what to see and what not to see here.Just like now.

"Hit him, hit him, lay the bastard of life"

"Kill him to death", "Kill him to death", the children of several years of age echoed the voice, wearing a uniform moon white robe with a crimson horse hanger, dressed luxuriously and stylishly, one could tell at a glance that they were the sons and daughters of rich and powerful families.

"Yes, kill him, my mother said, his mother is a bitch who seduces men, kill him"

And the one who took the lead was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old man dressed in a dark green robe, with gold, jade, and precious stones all over his body, no need to guess, you can tell that he was spoiled since childhood, The young master who doesn't know the sufferings of the world.

Lying on the ground was a little boy with white skin and rosy skin, about four or five years old, dressed in the same clothes as the one who beat and scolded him, but his clothes were covered with dust, and his eyebrows were soft. The big black and white eyes are round and very cute, the fan-like eyelashes are fanned like a baby, the dust on the face can't stop the tender red cheeks, the straight nose bridge matches Take a sip of the girl's small cherry mouth, as sweet and attractive as it is.

A boy who looks so... is too—cute.Makes people want to pat his apple-pink cheeks and give him a sugar man.

But now there are not little sugar people, but brothers ridiculing and beating and scolding. The little baby curled up at the corner of the rockery in pain, looking up at a few people called brothers, and Niang Niang said that brothers and sisters should love each other , Is this the way brothers express their love for each other?Those eyes were round and big, with fear in them, and the corners of his mouth were twitching, as if he was going to cry in the next second.

"Ms. Rong called us and said she has something to tell." The one who spoke was an eleven or twelve-year-old boy who was slowly walking from behind the rockery, with a mature and steady expression that didn't match his age.

"Bitch" and "inferior people" who were tired of being beaten and scolded, just left Xiaowa and left. Before leaving, I didn't forget to add a few more footprints on Xiaowa's body to prove my young master. "A visit".

"I don't know how to cry after beating like this", the eleven or twelve-year-old boy thoughtfully cast a glance at the little baby lying on the ground, and then left as quickly as when he came.

After everyone had gone far away, the pitiful little boy who was being bullied slowly got up, gently patted off the dust and weeds on his body as if nothing had happened, tidied up his clothes a little, and then went to the pond to wash indiscriminately. After washing his smudged face, he got up and went to the front hall after a simple treatment.