The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

What kind of place is Ningguta? It's a barren place where prisoners are exiled! There are bones everywhere under your feet, but you can't see a living person for hundreds of miles! The place is bitterly cold all the year round, no grass grows, no grains grow, even Rats don’t want to make a nest there, it’s human! I heard that most of the people who were sent to Ningguta committed suicide before they got there! Even if they got there, there were not many people. Can survive a year!

Alas! Ah Chou sighed softly, thinking a few times in his heart that he was unlucky.

The third day of March in the thirty-second year of Jiasheng

capital.

On March 3rd, worshiping ancestors, on such a good day, Duan Rulan, Miss Duan's Mansion, wept and sat in the carriage to Ninggu Pagoda. There was no ready-made bride's auspicious dress to wear. Fortunately, Mrs. Duan's wedding dress was still there, so I gave it to her Putting on his body, Ah Chou also put on a new dress, although it was still rough, but at least it was much better than before.

Escorting Duan Rulan to Ninggu Pagoda were two guards of the Imperial Forest Army, one with a darker face and the other with a fairer face. Duan Feihong put together a dozen taels of silver and sent them to the two, repeatedly urging to be careful along the way. Take care of your daughter.

The white-faced guard accepted Bai Yin, grinned at Duan Feihong indifferently, and then got into the carriage with the black-faced guard, with a flick of the whip, the carriage galloped towards the city gate.

Duan Rulan was crying in the carriage, Ah Chou was not good at coaxing others, so he silently took out a handkerchief from his bosom and stuffed it into Duan Rulan's hand, then Duan Rulan cried even louder, the guard outside might be impatient, Shouting and cursing at the carriage, Duan Rulan trembled all over, then suddenly covered her mouth, her crying became quieter, but the tears couldn't stop, like pearls with a broken thread.

While Duan Rulan was sobbing, Ah Chou opened the curtains, and she looked out of the window. There were many wine shops and restaurants, bright signboards, and strings of festive red lanterns, which A Chou had never seen before. From the age of four to sixteen, she was a slave for twelve years in a prosperous and splendid life. A palace wall cut off her connection with the world. Now she has finally left this palace wall, but she has to go to that place again. A dreadful place where not a single blade of grass grows.

A Chou looked at a candied haws stand on the side of the road. The stall was filled with all kinds of candied haws, bright red wild red fruits, and the unique sweetness of candied fruit. It was so tempting. It was a taste that A Chou had never tasted.

Ah Chou looked at the pouting little doll picking candied haws in front of the stall with envy in his eyes.

She stared at the little doll without blinking, until the carriage turned a corner and the little doll could no longer be seen, then Ah Chou lowered the curtains.

Duan Rulan was still crying, the cramped carriage was filled with her sadness and despair, it was so depressing that Ah Chou couldn't breathe, A Chou thought to himself, it would take at least two months to get from the capital to Ninggu Pagoda , how to survive this journey?

The fifth day of April in the thirty-second year of Jiasheng

Tongliao.

Ah Chou and his party have been on the road for a month. They arrived in Tongliao on the Qingming Festival. When they left Beijing, it was spring, but when they arrived in Tongliao, it was colder than Beijing. Ah Chou found a cloak from the package and put it on Duan Rulan. Then he randomly pulled out a torn blanket and draped it over his body.

A group of people stayed in the post house and asked for three rooms, one for the two guards, one for Duan Rulan and one for Ah Chou. , but the heart is even higher, and there is absolutely no reason to live in a room with others, let alone such a lowly servant girl as Ah Chou.