In the next few days, Murong Feixue recovered as before under the care of Cuiyun Huan, but she was obviously thinner. Sooner or later, she would die one day.

So she has to become stronger. Only by becoming stronger can she strive for the life she wants. At least she will have enough food and clothing.

Next, Murong Feixue conducted intensive training on her weak body, which was simply abnormal. Unfortunately, this society is like this. The weak eat the strong. It was the same in ancient times. The strong survived.

Murong Feixue must make herself stronger and achieve her goal of living the life of a rice insect.

After a month, I have made some achievements, my body is getting better and better, my hands are gradually gaining strength, and my running speed is getting faster. Although it is not as fast as before, it is the limit of this body, even

There is also some flesh growing on the face,

Unfortunately, now is also the time when the body is growing, and the nutrition is obviously not keeping up, so Murong Feixue is thinking in her heart that it is time to improve her food.

Another day, Murong Feixue slept until three o'clock in the morning before slowly getting up from the bed. Because of her illness, Cuiyunhuan did not let Murong Feixue do any work.

Walking to the obviously broken bronze mirror, Murong Feixue looked at the person in the bronze mirror indifferently. All she saw was a childish face, sallow and mediocre to the extreme. Although it was not ugly, it could not be found among the crowd.

The kind that arrived,

Compared with the self in the previous life, it is simply far behind. One is in the sky and the other is on the ground. But fortunately, the outline of the face is not bad, and it is a buildable material.

After that, Murong Feixue started her beauty journey again. Women are born with a love for beauty. To have Murong Feixue walk around the market with this ugly face all day long was even more uncomfortable than killing her.

It was time for lunch again. Murong Feixue walked to the bamboo table where food was usually placed. She opened the old basket and saw another dark steamed bun, which made her feel like vomiting.

Murong Feixue had not yet come out of the haze of her ugly face. When she saw this nest, Murong Feixue was obviously angry. After all, she was also a descendant of that foolish king. Even if she had no status and was not recognized, she could still be considered a princess. Could it be that

Is this how a princess is treated?

She wanted to ask, is the princess eating blackened steamed buns?

Originally, Murong Feixue had wanted to improve the food, but now it was delivered to her door automatically. She was not polite.
Chapter completed!