Legend of Fu Yao

Chapter 173: The Pain of Truth (1)

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The wind came from which world, with the smell of soot and night grass, the wind was no longer transparent, but with a little smoke, it floated pale, and floated into the pale little hand.

tiny hand…

She looked down at her hands, when were her hands so small and thin? These are as thin as chicken feet, and the nails are full of sawdust.

Sawdust…

Where did the sawdust come from? She remembered her hands, with long and slender knuckles and clean nails. When did she pick up sawdust

The sawdust fell down and landed on her head. She looked up and saw the dark horizontal plank above her head, exuding the smell of ordinary wood and slightly rotten.

There are boards on all sides, as long as one arm, as high as two arms, she stretched out her arms to measure, but she didn’t need to measure it, this is the length she knew by heart, so familiar that she closed her eyes, and she also knew that there was a gap on the wooden board behind her near the wooden tenon. A dot-shaped dark scar, and a small protrusion at the bottom of the board. It was originally an uneven and protruding wooden thorn. After years of touching, it has long been smooth like a jujube egg.

Zao Dan'er... In a trance, she felt that she had never seen this thing before.

Why haven't I seen it

She bowed her head as if realizing something, looked at her little arms and feet, looked at the cloth ropes tied to her feet, and saw the almost eternal darkness surrounding herself. The copper bells jingle and jingle, and the quiet sound is transmitted into this narrower and quieter world. I don’t know where the light of the palace lantern shines from a distance. It is lavender and hazy. The light is on for three hours every day. From Youshi to Haishi, and then turned off, at that time, she should have fallen asleep in the silent darkness, groping around.

Sleeping down, no mattress, no pillows, some rags and wadding, not even rags and wadding in summer, sleeping naked in the sweltering darkness, sweating all over the body, soaking the wooden boards under the body, for a long time, The wooden plank was even blacker, as black as the sauce black of the bottomless abyss.

Mosquitoes were still buzzing and flying in that hot, narrow, airtight space, and they took one mouthful after another as if being stabbed soundlessly. I was woken up by the heat within two hours, my heart was suffocated and uncomfortable, my mouth was wide open and I was panting like a dehydrated fish, my whole body was covered with red spots, part of it was prickly heat, part of it was scratched, soaked in sweat, and it was burning pain.

Decubitus sores in many places on the body - a person without any disease, has decubitus sores.

So I look forward to winter in summer, as if the dryness and coolness of winter are salvation, but when it comes to winter, I find that the cold winter moon is not much more difficult than the heat, the wind comes in from all sides, and the thin wood can't stop it Stop, scratching the skin like a small knife, and then cracking from the skin into the bones, the bones creaked and grinded, and the cracks in the bones were ice, she wrapped all the old cloth cotton around her body, and wrapped her body Shrunk into a ball as small as possible, still unable to resist such bone-piercing cold, so cold... so cold... It made her worry that at a young age, she would suffer from arthritis all over her body.

But she can't speak, can't ask for bedding, can't ask for fan, can't call, can't... step out of this locked cabinet.

Yes, cabinets.

A cabinet that has existed since she had the memory of this life, and intends to exist forever.

Living in a closet... child.

The whole world is a square cabinet with one arm wide and two arms long. She can't stand but can only squat, and she can never sleep straight. She lifted the quilt and dug a hole, and she relieved herself from that hole.

Those flowers outside the cabinet, those birds, those light steps, those free stretches, those cheerful words, those bright spring scenery.

It has nothing to do with the world in the closet.

... Someone was tapping the cabinet lightly, three familiar sounds, one light and two heavy, and then two cold steamed buns were stuffed into the upper gap.

A woman's face flashed through the gap, young and beautiful, but prematurely haggard due to long-term fear.

Her eyes were painful and pitiful, full of heavy depression, as if she was about to shed tears when she touched her like that, she watched her sadly through the gap, in those eyes, she saw the familiar shrunken Own.

Everything is so familiar.

It was so familiar that it was deep in her blood, so familiar that it was so frightening, as if a white electric light suddenly split through the sunless vault, splitting her dream soul and her past body in one fell swoop!

This is not her now!

This is five-year-old Meng Fuyao, and this is five-year-old Feng Wuming.

No name, no name.

A court lady had no intention of being favored, and the spring breeze once secretly gave birth to the imperial daughter, and no one gave her a name.

No one even gave her a chance to survive.

Your Majesty has established a new queen, and the new queen is jealous. No one is allowed to be favored again, and no one is allowed to give birth to His Majesty's children. She herself gives birth to one child a year, but the women in the harem have been sterilized since then. If anyone dares to seduce His Majesty , dared to give birth to a royal descendant, the one who greeted her must be the worst death in the world.

However, in that year, Xu Wan, the hair-combing maid in Concubine Ying's Palace, became pregnant.

No one knows why she became pregnant. Perhaps the emperor passed by the palace one day and saw a beautiful maid with her sleeves and hair pulled up. The jade arms in the slipping sleeves were like lotus roots, and her eyebrows were charming and bright like spring, so she romantically approached her to court her; maybe It is the empress who is pregnant every year but does not allow the emperor to spread rain and dew in the harem anymore. The emperor in his prime can't endure the long night. On the way, he met a slender woman who came wearing willows and caressing flowers, and pressed her down on the spot in the green grass...

It's just a possibility, there is no living life to prove it, just like those old things scattered in the Scarlet Palace, they have long been decayed and turned into ashes, and no one can pick them up anymore.

Ten months later, Feng Wuming appeared in the world.

She will always remember her first sight in this world.

She saw the unlit room, saw the pale woman in the blood water who gritted her teeth and cut the placenta with scissors that had been baked, saw a small jade lotus flower floating in the blood water, heard her silent moan covered by the quilt, and smelled the sky. Feeling the bloody breath all over the floor, she felt her face full of tears sticking to her face, choked up and said: "My child, don't cry... can't cry... we will die if we cry... Please, don't cry..."

So she became the first newborn who never cried, in order to save the life of that woman and herself.

Many times later, during those long hellish five years, she thought countless times that it is better to cry, really, it is better to cry, death, sometimes it is really more comfortable than life.

At that time, why didn't you cry

After that, I really wanted to cry but couldn't cry anymore.

The mother of this life has kept her in the cabinet ever since.

five years.

From falling grass to five years old.

When she was five years old, she was as young as a three-year-old child. Because of bending over and shrinking her legs for a long time, her joints were deformed, so that after the age of five, her master tried her best to let her practice martial arts, using high-intensity martial arts to re-stretch and strengthen her bones. Bitter, more bitter than ordinary people, because she did not stand on the same starting line as ordinary people.

… Which world does the wind come from, with the smell of ashes and night grass, the ash is the smoke from the fire on the stove in the backyard, and the night grass is the spring grass growing under the house, green, long like a ribbon, with crystal drops The dewdrops—she had never seen them before, my mother squatted by the cabinet and whispered to her, she listened, struggling to find the impression of grass in the memories of her previous life, five years of darkness, most of the five years she saw It was either the light of an oil lamp or the light and shadow of a corner of a silk fringe from a purple palace lantern in the distance. Although she still remembered many memories of her previous life clearly after chewing over and over again in her long loneliness, her impressions of many objects were blurred instead. She even wanted to It took me a long time to figure out what grass is.

Every night, my mother would lean on the cabinet and murmur something to her. Five continents and seven countries, the current situation, whatever comes to mind, she seems to be afraid that this daughter will be locked up insanely, so she tries to find time to talk to her. She communicates, she talks, she just wants to instill something in the little daughter that belongs to the world outside the cabinet, but she doesn't know that every time she says, the daughter will answer, say, ask, and answer, but there is nothing. sound.

She can't speak, she can only use silent words through the cabinet to tell her mother in this life what only she knows.

She felt that she had to say some very important things, but every time she uttered a single syllable, Niang immediately walked away quickly, leaving her with her mouth open, facing the endless darkness and despair with a sad face.

Once the mother was talking, suddenly sighed softly, and said in a low voice: "My child... you are the princess born in Hanlian... you should be the most noble princess of the Xuanji royal family... Sometimes I really don't understand God's will... why? ...Why..." She got up, and seemed to rummaged under the mattress on the bed, found something, and handed it to her through the crack under the cabinet.

She held it in her hand, a small one with a light jade color, and it looked like a lotus flower in shape, but she immediately smiled mockingly in the darkness—it might be a stone, right

Has anyone ever seen the most noble princess born in Hanlian in the Wuzhou Continent, kept in a cabinet for eternity and unable to see anyone, eating only one or two cold steamed buns a day

This damn lotus is just a cold irony.

With a wave of her hand, she threw the lotus flower out. The mother panicked and blamed her for being ignorant, then hid it back carefully, leaning on the cabinet and said with a little fascination: "...Maybe one day, I can use this to prove you identity of… "

identity? Status is the most boring thing in this world. She doesn't need the status of a princess. If she can exchange this lotus flower for freedom, she will immediately kneel down and kowtow to that lotus flower!

More than freedom? More than darkness? More than just hunger? Is it more than a painful life that can never be straightened and never touched the sun? And what she can't say she can't resist, the most cruel, painful and unbearable humiliating torture that she must endure silently every day!

Holy lotus! Dirty hands!

She hated that damn Xiangrui from the bottom of her heart, and since then she has forgotten all about it.

... She squatted in the smelly wind, playing with the sawdust in her fingers. She picked the wood chips carefully, and once accidentally made her voice louder. It happened that there was someone in the mother's room. The woman came to see suspiciously, and the mother rushed over. Blocking the cabinet, she said in a trembling voice that it was a mouse. From the crack at the bottom of the cabinet, she saw that the ground was slowly getting wet, and that position was under the mother's skirt.

From then on, she even picks out sawdust very artistically, slowly moistening it with saliva, digging it out little by little, and kneading it into balls, imagining that it is chicken legs, chicken legs... I haven't eaten it for many years. They are very strict, and their food is barely sufficient. If there is a mistake, they are often hungry, so after a long time, she can guess the mood of Concubine Ying today based on the number of steamed buns handed in. Two steamed buns: normal, one steamed bun: depressed , nitpicking; no steamed buns: furious, court ladies were punished, when there were no steamed buns, they listened to each other’s gurgling sounds through the cabinet, mother sometimes put her hand in to comfort her, she immediately pushed it away, mother thought it was her Getting angry, she sat in front of the cabinet and waited until midnight, then secretly went to the kitchen slop bucket to find steamed bun skins and relatively complete leftovers, most of which were for her and half for mother.

In fact, the leftovers are also good, remove the smell of swill, at least there is oil and water.

... She squatted in the wind of that smell, smelling her fingers covered with sawdust, and missed the half ham skin she stole when she was hungry last time.

The smell of the wind suddenly changed.

fragrant.

The strange and noble aroma is like the snow covered with snow lotus on a very high and distant mountain. It is cool and fragrant, so light and cannot be ignored. All the strange smells in the world recede in an instant, leaving only the lingering fragrance. The fragrance that people are fascinated by.

She raised her head, sniffed hard, and opened her mouth silently and said: The fragrance of the king.

For many years, in order not to completely lose her language function, she has been talking non-stop, opening and closing her lips silently to speak.

The fragrance suddenly became stronger, it was already drifting away, but it seemed to be approaching again.

She was nervous and shrank back into the cabinet.

With this shrinking, the aroma seems to have fixed its position and came directly towards the cabinet.

She is even more nervous—she is just the body of a five-year-old child. She has been trapped in darkness for many years and has no nutrition. Five years old is not as good as three years old. Cloth ropes are firmly tied to her feet. ability to resist.

The fragrance stopped in front of the cabinet, and from the slit at the bottom of the cabinet, one could see a pair of boots with light purple and silver edges, very delicate, but a pair of small feet, like a teenager.

Look at those boots are very luxurious, could it be some prince in the palace

She shrank even tighter—the child in trouble was found by the kind prince and rescued from the sea of suffering. That is a story only in novels. It is a fairy tale fabricated by literati and inkmen who have never experienced the suffering of the world. It is more likely that she and her mother will be discovered later. , and then meet the most tragic death in the world.

The cabinet door suddenly opened.

It was opened silently, she clearly remembered that there was a big lock hanging on the cabinet, but now she didn't hear the sound of the chain breaking.

The cabinet was opened, and a thin ray of sunlight was pulled away like a brocade.

First of all, I saw a delicate chin, followed that chin and raised my gaze, and saw a young man who was more beautiful and gentle than brocade standing in the brocade, and that demeanor was also like a colorful brocade, spreading silently and ostentatiously between the heaven and the earth .

His gaze was also a piece of brocade, slipping past her smoothly, and instantly swept over her whole body—small body, thin face, disheveled hair, and frightened eyes.

Her eyes adapted to the darkness were forced to squint by the sudden sunlight, and a lot of tears poured out. She looked at him in the blurred eyes, looking at those eyes that shone brightly like the deep sea under the sunlight.

He seemed to feel that she couldn't suddenly accept the strong sunlight, so he took a step forward and blocked the light.

Then he knelt down and asked her, "Who are you? Why are you sleeping in the closet?"

She looked at him in embarrassment. She knew that the smell in the cabinet was really bad, and it was even more embarrassing to be in front of this fragrant young man. However, he seemed to be unable to smell anything, and only looked at her intently.

At that moment, a thought flashed through her mind - lying, lying, not telling the truth, since this person doesn't know who she is, he can't tell if she is lying.

"You can't see the wind." She opened her mouth suddenly, trying to answer clearly.

"Are you sick?" With a sudden realization, he looked at her whole body again, skimming over her thin hands and feet, she looked like a sick child indeed.

"Why are you sick?"

"Healing." After all, he was an associate professor in the previous life, and he came as soon as he opened his mouth when he lied, "The imperial doctor said that it will be locked in the cabinet for a month. There will be no wind at all."

The young man smiled, with a gloomy look in his eyes, and suddenly said: "Are you going to be locked in a dark room too..."

She looked at him in astonishment, but he immediately changed the subject, "What is your identity? Daughter of a court lady?"

Her heart skipped a beat and she immediately shook her head, "No."

He looked at her questioningly, her heart was beating violently, and for a moment she couldn't decide how to make up her identity. Her eyes turned and she saw the jade silk ribbon hanging from his waist. It was immediately clear that the young man in front of him was not from the Xuanji Kingdom, but probably the prince of the Wuji Kingdom.

She knew that Wuji Kingdom was a big country adjacent to Xuanji. Since she was the prince of another country, she must not be very familiar with Xuanji's court. She breathed a sigh of relief and said in a low voice: "I am the youngest daughter of His Majesty."

He looked surprised, and looked her up and down again. He probably couldn't see how she looked like a princess, but she continued to lie frankly: "I am sick, mother doesn't like me, she has never touched me or hugged me. Hand me over to the palace maid to raise me."

The young man fell silent, the pain in his eyes came back again, and he said after a while: "I heard that the youngest princess Xuanji is eight years old this year."

She started to have a headache, and felt that this young man was so difficult to fool, so she sighed and said, "Didn't you hear that my mother doesn't like me? There is no name on the ancestral certificate, and I have been hidden."

The boy looked at her amusedly, and felt that this child was really interesting, and he really didn't look like an ordinary child. After thinking about it, he asked, "What's your name?"

She shook her head with a sullen expression on her face, and the young man immediately became suspicious again, with the look of "I don't believe you won't even have a name if you're not favored anymore" clearly written in his eyes.

She had no choice but to signal him to look under the mattress. He hesitated, but he turned around anyway, holding a little lotus flower in his hand and turning around questioningly.

She raised her head and said proudly: "I am the only princess born in Hanlian in the Xuanji royal family." She looked at him with her nostrils like the princess who looked proudly and contemptuously on TV in her previous life, and said, "Auspicious things have always been for noble people."

He held the little lotus, held it tightly in the palm of his hand, and suddenly smiled. The smile was so radiant, she was stunned, and then she heard him say: "Well, yes, the most noble princess."

He put the lotus back, bent down with a smile, untied the cloth rope on her feet, and carried the "most noble princess" out on his lap. She was very uncomfortable—not to mention that no one has hugged her for many years, Even her soul, a twenty-two-year-old woman, couldn't get used to being "carried onto a man's lap" suddenly as a child.

Then the chest behind him was so warm, his gestures were so gentle, those slender hands that were most suitable for plucking strings for cooking tea, writing poetry and painting, itched when they fiddled with her hair, itching to the bottom of my heart, like a silk string softening Her tensed consciousness and soul, she couldn't help but relax, sinking herself in the warmest, most rippling, clearest and most tolerant spring in the world.

He let her small head lean on his shoulder, took a comb from the table, and first carefully detached her unwashed and knotted hair with his hands, bit by bit, the tightly tangled hair , whoever cares about it will inevitably hurt her scalp, but she didn't feel any pain at all.

I can't help being a little funny, seeing that he is only ten years old, isn't he the wildest, most rebellious, most rebellious boy in his previous life, the one who likes to fight girls especially when he makes trouble? But this young man was as calm and gentle as water. When she untied her hair, she gestured as if picking up fallen flowers. She reluctantly turned her head to look at him in such comfort, but only saw his straight nose. Exquisite chin and ruddy soft lips with graceful curves. He wanted to take another look at the beauty, but he patted him lightly on the head. He heard his voice with a slight smile: "You're not good."

She smiled at him, and suddenly felt that this person who was very different from others, who had matured prematurely and lost his youthful vigor prematurely, was probably as cold and vicissitudes of life as her, right? Like her, she is always smiling, but that smile is lonely and lonely, refined from the darkness, washed from the solitude, stripped away from the long sigh, no matter how you look at it, it is painful.

Did he treat her like this because he thought they were the same person

He straightened out her messy hair, combed her hair lightly, and then tried to braid her hair. However, the pampered noble prince may be able to cope with combing her hair. Braiding is really a big test. He was busy for a long time before giving it to her. Tied up a crooked braid, and put the little jade lotus flower on the hairpin, but the braid was too ugly, and the flower was worn crookedly. He looked at the failed finished product, sighed and wanted to start again, but she stopped him , touched his head, and grinned at him.

"It's pretty." She said softly, "No one has ever braided my hair before."

He looked at her, the pain and shock in his eyes came back, and he said after a while: "This day... don't you want to get rid of it? Let me help you and tell the emperor and queen, okay?"

But she pretended not to understand and asked: "Who are you, how can you talk to the emperor?"

"I'm coming from next door." He pointed to the direction, gestured to the distant "next door", and said: "I passed by here with my uncle. My uncle went to visit an old acquaintance. I waited for him to be fine and wandered around. But I can also go directly to Emperor Xuanji."

She rolled her eyes, thinking that even if he is a prince, he is also a prince of another country. A passing prince from another country can interfere in Xuanji's internal affairs? Can Emperor Xuanji, who is afraid of his wife like a tiger, admit that she gave her a normal life at the risk of being quarreled by his wife? It's impossible, the biggest possibility is that their mother and daughter were really killed.

"No need." She shook her head and lied, "Mammy said Mother has already asked about me, I can probably go out, you ask, it's not good to offend Mother."

He nodded, and said again: "What is your birth date?"

She knew this, Mother told her over and over again through the cabinet, lest she would not remember "the most noble princess's most noble falling grass", she told him, he thought for a while, stood up, and searched in the room , he managed to find half a tube of bald pens and half a piece of old ink, but he couldn't find any more paper. He thought for a while, took off his outer robe, and inside was a light-patterned and shimmering underwear of the same material. He tore off Half of the skirt, quickly rubbing ink and writing.

He stopped and wrote, and sometimes thought about it. The number of words seemed to be a lot. She looked over curiously, and her eyes immediately opened wide.

Xuanji map!

In front of her eyes was clearly a Xuanji diagram of military affairs, she simply read it, and she already read some very subtle tactics of war.

who is he? How can there be such a genius? It is already difficult to draw a pen in a hurry, even ordinary poems are already difficult, not to mention the exquisite and mysterious, Xuanji Art of War diagrams that must be read in writing

It was probably her surprise that shocked him. He looked at her sideways with doubts in his eyes. She immediately put away her shock and acted dazed and dull-a child who is only a few years old should not know Xuanji Tu, let alone understand the mystery of it and magical.

After he finished writing the picture, he tore the picture in half and handed half to her. She accepted it ignorantly, and he smiled and said, "The token."

She took it silently, thinking, what token? From now on, you will live your life as a prince, and I will squat in the closet and endure my eternal darkness. Will there be any intersection

Turning around and looking at the cabinet, she didn't want to go in again after coming out, her heart suddenly moved, and she said: "Take me out to have a look, I want to see the scenery outside."

She made up her mind, he took her out, slipped away while he wasn't paying attention, and from then on, the sea and the sky were bright and free.

He agreed, wrapped her tightly in his cloak, and carried her out. Through the gap in the cloak, she saw that the place where she had stayed for five years was a small side room, and there was a curtain covering the front of the cabinet. Entering three times, I saw light yellow palace walls and dark red palace gates.

She was overjoyed, waiting for him to leave the palace so she could slip away, but he suddenly froze.

Immediately he stopped, as if he was listening to something, she moved uncomfortably in his arms, he pressed her head down, he pressed so tightly, she felt nervous for no reason, and immediately dared not move again up.

Immediately, she heard a low voice, which seemed to be his, but the voice was very low, and said: "I have something to do first, I will take you back first, wait... I will pick you up, okay?"

She was a little disappointed, but she couldn't be in a hurry now, so she nodded obediently, and he sent her back to the small side room. Before Mother came back, she lay on the window, watching him fly over the high wall in a daze. , his eyes were full of envy for the freedom of the geese flying high, but he suddenly looked back in mid-air.

Looking back in mid-air, the young man's black hair fluttered, his eyes sparkled, she saw his lips move, and he read the words on his lips word by word.

"Wait for me to find you."

The autumn sun was shining brightly, and the young man looking back in the sun had sincere eyes. She met those eyes and nodded trustingly. She believed that he would do what he said, so she looked around and took down the jade lotus flower. Put it back under the bed, and for the first time willingly drilled back into the closet, waiting for him to come back.

But he didn't come.

Never came again.

Because that night, she lost herself.

... The wind came from which world, with blood and a strange smell, that smell... that smell...

She waited with her knees in the dark, waiting more and more hopelessly, when she suddenly heard the sound of footsteps, she was overjoyed, thinking he was coming, and subconsciously rushed out, but she heard the voice of a strange girl, Langlang said: "Didn't you say you saw it here? Where is the person?"

There were more footsteps coming, and she was so frightened that she didn't dare to breathe out. It seemed that someone was replying to the girl's words. The voice was very low, but after a long while, she heard a clear and crisp slap.

Then the girl said slowly: "I really don't know what is the use of Xuanji Palace to support you? It's too polite to describe it as trash."

She seemed to be in a very bad mood, drank those people away, and the surroundings became quiet. She hoped that the girl would leave quickly, otherwise if he came and saw someone outside later, he would not be able to save her and leave.

The surroundings were quiet for a long time, she thought she had left, but just as she moved, she suddenly heard footsteps coming towards the side room, and the girl actually entered the room.

She walked up and down the house, seemed very irritable, and said in a low voice: "Uncle Yuheng said he was here, why didn't he enter the palace? Doesn't he know that I've wanted to see him for a long time? Hasn't he heard of me? Wuzhou Shouldn't the most legendary prince in the continent meet the most honorable little princess in the Wuzhou continent?"

Little princess... the last daughter of Queen Xuanji, right? It's a princess.

The most legendary prince in Wuzhou Continent...is that him

She thought over and over in her heart, it seems that this little princess is very interested in him? That's right, such a bright young man not only has a peerless appearance, but also can be seen to be intelligent and wise in a few words, and he also writes a picture of Xuanji that is unparalleled in the world. What girl does not admire? The royal family of the Wuzhou Continent intermarried very early, and at his age, he could already get engaged.

Thinking of this, he suddenly found that there was no sound around him, and then his eyes fell, and he realized that he hadn't put the Xuanji map in place, and the half of the skirt fell from his arms, and half of it fell on the ground under the cabinet.

There was a noise in her head, and she didn't know whether to pick it up or leave it alone. She wasn't sure if the little princess had seen the picture. If her quietness at the moment was because she was staring at the picture, wouldn't it mean that she would be exposed if she picked it up? Own

However, before she could think about it, the cabinet door suddenly opened again silently.

This time it bloomed even more suddenly, she didn't even hear the sound of footsteps, and saw a golden-red skirt embroidered with layers of hibiscus flowers spread out in front of her eyes. The skirt was decorated with countless pearls, colorful and dazzling. .

Immediately, she heard a soft "Hey", a small snow-white hand reached in, and raised her chin irresistibly.

Then she looked into a pair of eyes.

A pool of bright autumn water eyes, not pure black, with a slight brown color, deep and far away, like seeing a deep coastline on a distant shore, or a starlight rising thousands of miles away from the mountains, like a deep stillness, When I ran towards it, I found it was shaking and overturning.

Very special and beautiful eyes, the light flickering in those eyes is also inexplicable, not the warm touch of the boy, not the sorrow and helplessness of the mother I saw occasionally, but the strange and captivating, bottomless.

She raised her chin with that kind of insulting gesture, and said slowly: "Who are you?"

This time, she couldn't fool around anymore, she remained silent and turned her head away.

But the girl didn't ask any more, looked around her, and looked at the surrounding furnishings, her eyes slowly flashed to enlightenment, she nodded, sneered, and said: "Okay, okay."

Immediately, the girl's eyes fell, and she saw the half picture of Xuanji, her eyes brightened and her face changed after seeing it. She scanned the picture carefully, and looked at it again, closing her eyes as if to memorize it silently, and then It seemed that he was realizing it, and then he wanted to stuff the picture into his arms.

Immediately she was in a hurry, and grabbed it with her hands. The nails that hadn't been cut for a long time quickly slashed, leaving five bloodstains on the back of the girl's snow-white hands, which were bright and eye-catching.

She didn't care, and quickly stuffed the picture into her arms.

The girl was stunned, as if she didn't expect that she would make a move to snatch it, and stared at her eyebrows slowly raised. When she raised her eyebrows, she didn't look as calm and gentle as before, and she had a strong evil spirit. The evil spirit on such a child , she was so startled that even the twenty-two-year-old soul trembled.

Then the girl smiled.

She smiled, there was no smile in her eyes, she was as cold as a steel needle, and suddenly she flicked her sleeve and brushed it on her face.

"What rarity?" She laughed. "He wrote it? You snatched it for this? No wonder you said you saw someone here but then disappeared. He saw you? He saw you?"

She repeated the last sentence twice, and the second time it was already completely cool, as cold as fiddled with pieces of ice on an ice bed.

"You? Just you?" She looked up and down the child in the cabinet, there was sarcasm and the anger of being defeated by such a person in the corner of her lips, and after a while, she suddenly smiled again.

The smile was almost gentle, even a bit compassionate, blooming like a flower in the simple ear room, and then she said very gently: "I think, I don't need to go to your arms to touch the picture, it is too dirty .”

She smiled, closed the door of the cabinet, took out a lock from somewhere, and locked it with a click. At the moment when the light and shadow merged, she said:

"You will obediently dedicate yourself to me."

The cabinet was locked, and her gorgeous skirt flitted through the sunlight under the seam, reflecting colorful light, and slowly moved away. The noble princess didn't say anything, and just walked away like this.

She breathed a sigh of relief, put her arms around her shoulders and sank into the darkness, continuing to wait quietly.

This little princess is not a good bird, she is afraid that some kind of moth will come out, but she is completely powerless, she can only hug her knees and crouch in the darkness, waiting for an unknown fate.

Hope he can come, hope he can come...

Footsteps sounded outside again, this time she didn't move, she recognized that it was mother's footsteps, a little anxious.

After the mother's footsteps, there was another person's footsteps, which was also familiar, hated, and extremely hated!

She suddenly began to tremble, her whole body was hot and cold, grinding like sand, the blood in her throat seemed to be spurting blood.

No no no no no!

The conversation outside came indistinctly.

"... Your mother sent me to go. I'm already down and I don't know what else to do. Mr. Lu... At any rate, please take a look at me..."

"Okay! You can go at ease." A loyal voice.

"...I trouble you every time..." Mother seems to be wiping away her tears, "I gave birth to her with your help... I don't have anything to thank you..."

"What do you say?" The honest and kind voice was always so kind and kind, but she felt nauseated after hearing it, trembling all over, countless things came up from her stomach, rushed up her throat in waves, but she couldn't vomit. She was suffocated, she sank little by little in that suffocation, but she couldn't sink to the bottom completely, she could only float and sink endlessly in the overwhelming darkness and hatred Struggling, scratching and begging for help endlessly, until his chest was bloody from being scratched...

Don't let him come here! Don't let him come here! Please don't let him come here!

She was tossing silently in the cabinet, dripping with cold sweat, all language functions would be completely lost at this moment every time, those swarming words were stuck in her heart, and the world collapsed and submerged her.

Mother couldn't hear her silent roar and cry for help, so she hurried out with anxiety.

She went out this time and never came back by herself.

Those heavy steps, the sound of wide feet hitting the ground finally gradually approached, mixed with weird, excited, and obscene laughter.

do not come! do not come! do not come! Please don't come here!

Silent crying and churning cannot save her miserable past five years, just like those more than a thousand days and nights.

The purple robe fell on the ground under the gap, and the big feet in a pair of black cloth shoes, the people she had often seen in the past few years, were like nightmares.

A pair of pale hands exuding the eunuch's unique urine smell, with extremely slender fingers, slowly, like snakes, poked in from the crack under the cabinet.

poke in...

Wriggling and probing like a snake, with that rare slenderness, it was able to search for the young child's body in the dark with ease.

She shivered, crossed her legs, and desperately shrank towards the corner of the cabinet. Like many times before, she wished she could shrink herself into the corner of the cabinet.