The lore female agent: drag the back wild world

Chapter 2 Coincidence with the Eighth Prince 【1】

In the next few days, Murong Feixue recovered under the care of Cuiyun servant girl, but she was obviously emaciated, so she will die one day sooner or later next time.

So she has to become stronger, and only when she becomes stronger can she fight for the life she wants, at least not worrying about food and clothing.

Next, Murong Feixue carried out intensive training on her frail body, which was simply abnormal. Unfortunately, this society is like this.

Murong Feixue must strengthen herself to realize her goal of living a life of rice bugs.

After a month, I have made some achievements, my body has become better and better, my hands have gradually gained strength, and my running speed has also increased. Although it is not as good as before, it is the limit of this body, even There is some flesh growing on the face.

It's a pity that now is also the time when the body is stretched, and the nutrition obviously cannot keep up, so Murong Feixue is thinking in her heart that it is time to improve the food.

Another day, Murong Feixue slept until the sun was high before slowly getting up from the bed. Because of illness, Cuiyunhuan didn't let Murong Feixue do any work.

Walking in front of the obviously broken bronze mirror, Murong Feixue looked at the person in the bronze mirror indifferently, and saw an immature face, sallow and sallow, extremely mediocre, although it wasn't ugly, but it couldn't be found in the crowd The kind that arrived.

Compared with the self in the previous life, it is far worse, one is in the sky and the other is on the ground, but fortunately, the outline of the face is not bad, it is a man who can be made.

After that, Murong Feixue started her beauty journey again. Women are born to love beauty, so Murong Feixue walked around the market with such an ugly face all day long, it was more uncomfortable than killing her.

When it was time for lunch again, Murong Feixue went to the bamboo table where food was always placed, opened the dilapidated basket and saw that there were black buns again, which made her want to vomit.

She has not yet come out of the haze of her ugly face, seeing this bun, Murong Feixue is obviously angry, she is also the seed of that stupid king, even if she has no status and is not recognized, she is still a princess at least, isn't it? Is this how princesses are treated? .

She would like to ask, is the princess eating black corn buns? .

Originally, Murong Feixue wanted to improve the food, but now she automatically delivers it to her door, she is not polite.

Picking a day is worse than hitting the day.

Carrying the untouched basket, Murong Feixue searched for the way to the imperial dining room.

Murong Feixue walked out of her so-called cold palace slowly, and couldn't help admiring the scenery of the palace. It was indeed a palace, with red walls and green tiles, towering walls, covering the sky and the sun, and showing great momentum.

The majestic temples rise up with brilliant golden domes, lined up side by side, high and low, row upon row, and attract people to worship from a distance. The golden glazed tile double-eave roofs shine brightly in the sun, making people confused. I can't tell the east-west direction.

The pavilions are built according to the height of the terrain, as if embracing each other, the high and low corners of the palace are connected like hooks, and the cornices face each other, as if they are fighting.Whirling, zigzag, densely connected like a beehive, swirling like a water vortex, there are tens of millions of them standing upright.

Looking at the magnificent palaces, Murong Feixue sighed in her heart: This is the imperial palace, this is the imperial palace where people can enjoy all the splendor and wealth, aloof and incomparable.

Although enjoying this rare scenery.

(End of this chapter)