Quick Transmute Beauty Transformation Project

Chapter 212, Empress Dowager of the Cold Palace
She asked the system about the situation in the entire palace overnight, and fell asleep at midnight after doing her homework. In her dream, she was carrying a 98K and aimed at the emperor who could not see his face clearly while sitting on the throne. , stepped on the emperor's box and stepped onto the throne, a woman knelt at the bottom of her feet trembling, begging, "Cousin, I was wrong."

Lin Anluo smiled proudly in her dream, but woke up from hunger the next day. She clutched her empty stomach and struggled to get up. Her waist was not as painful as yesterday, but hunger made her legs and feet weak when she got out of bed.

People are iron and rice is steel. If you don't eat a meal, you will be really hungry.

Their breakfast was a steamed bun, and Lin Anluo devoured it hungrily, but she couldn't swallow it without a drop of water since yesterday, and she was in danger of choking to death. Standing up suddenly, due to hypoglycemia, his eyes darkened for a while, and he quickly squatted down again.

Wei Lang, who was attracted by her ups and downs, said, "."

"Is there water?" Lin Anluo simply squatted on the ground and raised her gaze. Although her expression was still arrogant, her tone was lowered. "I haven't had a drink of water all day."

Wei Lang turned around and entered the house. Lin Anluo slowly stood up holding the door and moved to his door step by step.

The young man turned his back to her, gnawed on a steamed bun with one hand, and shook the brass-colored kettle on the table with the other.

Lin Anluo took this opportunity to look at the furnishings in his room. The bed and table arrangements were similar to those in her room, but the things in his room were obviously richer. There was a small stove on the floor with burnt wood ashes in it. There are tea sets and copper pots for boiling water.

The copper pot was empty, Wei Lang turned around and frowned slightly when he saw Lin Anluo who was peeking at the door.

"Is there water?" Lin Anluo looked enthusiastically at the pot in his hand.

Wei Lang ignored her, passed her by, carried the pot and walked out of the door. He walked along the road to the depths of the cold palace. Lin Anluo looked at him as if she was going to fetch water, so she followed behind her with her weak legs. .

The cold palace was very quiet, and the footsteps of Wei Lang and her one after another could be heard clearly. They passed by the palace gates. The trees in the courtyard were untrimmed and grew wildly, with several branches reaching into the middle of the road.Even some weeds are unwilling to be lonely in the cracks of the stone road, and they are still full of vitality in the difficult environment.

Lin Anluo swallowed the steamed buns in her hand while walking, and the sound of the wind carried the voice of two women talking in a nearby yard to her ears, and one of the young female voices said, "Miss, do you still have porridge today?"

She stopped following Wei Lang's footsteps, and looked curiously at the high palace wall beside her. There was a red plum sticking out from the top of the wall, and the delicate buds on the top of the branch trembled slightly in the wind.

This is the courtyard of the fourth person in the cold palace, the one who came first, kicked the emperor out of bed, the bold Xiao beauty Xiao Qiang.

Another female voice in the courtyard gate lazily said, "Put some dates, I don't like white porridge alone."

Lin Anluo swallowed the slightly bitter steamed bun, thinking that it would be nice if it was a soft, waxy and warm white porridge that could be eaten in one mouthful, and she would be willing without the red dates.

The moment she stopped, Wei Lang had already disappeared, Lin Anluo had no choice but to ask the system to help navigate, and found the boy who was fetching water in front of the well.

He lifted the bucket with one hand, and the boy's broad back spread out. With the vigorous movement of his arms, the muscle lines on his shoulders were faintly visible under his clothes, and the lines were smooth and graceful.

Wei Lang filled his copper pot and turned around to leave. He remained expressionless and regarded Lin Anluo standing by the roadside as air.

(End of this chapter)