Quick Transmute Beauty Transformation Project

Chapter 211, Empress Dowager of the Cold Palace
Lin Anluo immediately exited this dangerous room, hid her body behind the door, and poked her head out to look with lingering fear, only to see Feng Zhaoyi in the room flinching, looking around blankly, and found Lin Anluo who was watching at the door, said in surprise , "Butterflies don't run away!"

"I'm not a butterfly!!"

Lin Anluo was terrified of being bumped into by her, she turned her head and ran away, her waist ached, and she was crying in her heart.

Where is this!Who are these people!

[System]: Good news, Wei Lang has called the people in your room away.

Lin Anluo: Uuuuuuuuuuuu I can finally go home and lie down. My back hurts.

The lunatic was unreasonable and used a lot of force when he hit the person. If Lin Anluo hadn't been shocked and took a step back to slow down the impact, her pelvis would have been knocked crooked.

But Feng Zhaoyi's action still made her lie on the bed and didn't want to get down, and her back hurt when she moved. At night, Qiu Rong delivered food to them, and walked past the door with a lazy tone like a prison boss, shouting , "Eat - meal."

The porcelain was placed on the ground and there was a clear clanging sound. Lin Anluo stood up from the bed and opened the door. There was a palm-sized bowl on the ground. There were a few pieces of mottled rice covered with it. I don't know if it was cucumber or cucumber. Some unidentified black vegetables, with chopsticks that I don't know if they have been washed or not.The first meal she came to this world had no color, aroma, or taste, and she seemed to have no appetite.

"Ah." She sighed, and turned her head to see that the dishes at Wei Lang's door next to her were the same as hers, and the clothes she sent in the afternoon were no longer where they were.

With a creak, Wei Lang opened the door, squatted down without looking at the dishes, picked up the bowl and buried himself in the food, honestly like a senior who has been in prison for a long time and sees the world.

Seeing him put the food into his mouth without changing his face, Lin Anluo thought that the taste of the food was not as bad as she saw, so she also picked it up, wiped the chopsticks on her clothes, and tried to taste it.

The rice is very rough, and the mouth is like sand, which is hard to swallow in the throat. The dishes are very bland and have a strange smell, as if there is no salt.

She gave up resolutely, and tilted her head to admire Wei Lang, saying that she is so pretty and delicious, and hoped that watching the picture of the beautiful boy eating could make her stomach feel less hungry.

Wei Lang put the bowl back to its original place after eating, and closed the door. Even though he accepted her kindness and let her go, he didn't treat her very well.

After a while, Qiu Rong came to collect the dishes and chopsticks. Passing by Lin Anluo's door, she first let out a surprised sound, and then sneered, "If you don't eat now, you will know your mistake later."

Lin Anluo in the room pulled the quilt over her head and listened intently to the system.

[System]: The food here is all made by Qiu Rong who bought the ingredients from the House of Internal Affairs with her regular money. She also cooked the food. She only got the substandard ingredients and deducted most of the money from it and put it into her own pocket.

In other words, Qiu Rong is equivalent to the most powerful person in the cold palace. She is responsible for taking care of the food and clothing of these people, but she exploits loopholes to make huge profits.

Anyway, no one cares here, and there is no one to supervise, who knows that Qiurong, a court lady, rides on the head of the prince and concubine in the cold palace and does whatever she wants.

Yu Wanwan's wish is to be a master, and to have a higher status than Yu Zizi.Yu Zizi is now a noble concubine, that is to say, she must at least be a queen to complete the task.

Do you want her to find a way to compete with Yu Zizi in front of the emperor, and to fight against his three thousand concubines?
Lin Anluo suddenly thought of a question: How old is the emperor this year?
[System]: 42.

Lin Anluo gritted her teeth: "Okay, the older you are, the older you are, and you should sacrifice yourself for the mission."

For his son Wei Lang to grow up like this, his father, His Majesty the Emperor, must not be far behind.

(End of this chapter)