Ji Yunhe was taken back to the small courtyard in the heart of the lake.
He was locked up again, and this time, the restrictions were so severe that he couldn't even stretch out his hand.
The so-called death will really die, which has been vividly reflected in her.
But Ji Yunhe has no regrets.
She always remembered the moment she stepped out of the window that night, and also remembered the carefree run that night, and the comfort and happiness of lying on the ice after exhaustion - the cold wind is sweet, the night sky is bright, everything is so Wonderful and delightful.
That was what she had always wanted, the taste of freedom.
And after this night, Ji Yunhe seemed to have less regrets. She looked at the heavy restrictions, and one day she suddenly thought that even if she died at this moment, it was no big deal.
Together with this thought, it will be difficult to suppress.
As for the imprint of Changyi on her ear, Ji Yunhe studied it for two days, but couldn't figure out its purpose, so she didn't study it.
She has been a demon master for many years, and she knows that some monsters will make various marks on the "prey" they capture to indicate that it belongs to her. Perhaps Changyi just wanted to tell her through this thing that she was no longer an independent person, she was something attached to him.
Although in all eyes, this is the reality at the moment. But Ji Yunhe refused.
Just like before, Princess Shunde thought that the long meaning was hers, but Ji Yunhe never admitted it.
Up to now, Ji Yunhe doesn't think she is a long-term person.
She belongs to her own, when she was in the Valley of the Demons, when she was in the National Teacher's Mansion, and now, in the attic of the small courtyard in the heart of the lake.
In her life, she has done a lot of things that she couldn't help herself, and she was forced to make many choices, whether it was sad or painful.
But fate never made her truly surrender.
Lin Canglan used poison to control her, and she has been planning to seize the antidote. Princess Shunde humiliated her with torture, and she never gave in.
She has been competing with fate for the dominance of her life, winning and losing, but not giving up.
have been fighting until now.
Ji Yunhe looked at herself in the mirror, her face was thin, her eyes were sunken, and her complexion was pale. It was extremely tragic that she had fought with fate until now. In the past, she was fighting for "life", but now, she wants to change the way with fate.
She wants to fight for "die".
She wants to decide when, where and how she will go to the end of her life.
Proud, dignified, not afraid, not panic to end this journey.
Now Ji Yunhe has no chores to be busy with, so she spends all her time thinking about this matter, designing, planning, thinking, and then making choices and decisions. Just as she did everything she could to protect herself and her companions in the Valley of the Demons.
The ban on the attic on the island in the heart of the lake cannot be broken by the current Ji Yunhe, so the only place where she can die is in the attic. But it doesn't matter. When planning, there is always something to give. Her ultimate goal is death. The time and place can be compromised in any way. The most important thing is to achieve the ultimate goal.
And her current purpose, as long as she looks ahead, doesn't need to look after the future, it can be said to be very simple and direct, after all... the aftermath is a matter of living people.
The only thing she needs to think about is how to achieve this goal. This thing is a bit difficult, because she conflicts with Changyi's purpose - Changyi will not let her die.
When Ji Yunhe was alone, he searched the attic and found no weapons.
I can't kill myself, I jump off the building and I can't get out. I want to starve myself to death. The three meals delivered every day have to be stared at and eaten into my mouth.
Is it hard to suffocate and suffocate yourself
She tried it. When she was sleeping at sunrise, she stuffed the quilt over her head and covered it tightly. After a while, she was suffocated, but after she was suffocated, her hands lost the strength. Lying on the quilt whizzing to sleep for a day.
When I woke up, I didn't feel any discomfort other than a little discomfort in my nose.
Ji Yunhe also set his eyes on the beam, thinking about twisting a rope with the sheet, hanging it on the beam, or hanging it.
Ji Yunhe felt that this method was feasible, but after searching around, he was stunned to find no scissors.
Only then did I remember that the last time she used scissors to pick up the bed sheet and made it into a cloak to escape, Chang Yi confiscated her scissors too. Unable to remove the mattress, she pulled the sheets off one by one. But when the sheets shook and the fabric fell, a black face suddenly appeared behind him.
Chang Yi stood in front of Ji Yunhe with his hands behind his back with an unhappy face.
The sheets fell softly to the ground.
Ji Yunhe stared blankly at the sudden appearance of Changyi, for a while he thought this sheet was some kind of prop, but suddenly a big change came.
"When... when did you come?" Ji Yunhe looked at the door of his room, "Isn't this the meal that hasn't been delivered yet..."
Chang Yi's face was black, as if he didn't hear her question, he just said, "What are you going to do?"
"I..." Ji Yunhe shook the sheets again, "I think the sheets are a little dirty and shaking."
"Did you shake?"
"Um."
"Place it back."
Chang Yi put his hands behind his back, stared at Ji Yunhe and spread the sheets back in an orderly manner, then left with an unhappy face. Just like when he came, he disappeared without a trace.
Ji Yunhe sat down on the bed, feeling that it would be a disadvantage for him to be a teacher. But through this incident, she also understood that this merman, for some reason, seemed to be able to quickly see into her every move. Fortunately, this time, there was no clue to suicide, otherwise it would be more troublesome to do in the future.
It seems... can't kill himself in a slow way.
Ji Yunhe touched his chin and let out a long sigh of worry.
She looked at the charcoal fire in the house, and this method of burning the house with charcoal might not work either. Maybe the fire hasn't ignited yet, and the big iceberg will come over in an instant...
But... Ji Yunhe looked at the charcoal fire silently burning in the house, and suddenly remembered the books that the Grand Master had read to her when she was imprisoned in the dungeon of the Grand Master's mansion. In this travel note, in addition to some astronomical geography, records of mountains and lakes, there are also some idle anecdotes.
She vaguely remembered that there was a chapter in which it was written that a certain noble family in the north used a kind of charcoal called "Hongluo charcoal" for heating. This kind of charcoal was made of precious hardwood. Also very long and very warm. However, the youngest son in the noble family often died early, the female family members did not live long, and the men often fell ill, and even the head of the family and his wife died in one night.
After the death of the owner and his wife, it is said that their faces were peaceful, as if they were still in a dream, and there was no sinister appearance. The local people believed that the feng shui of the house was not good, and there were monsters in trouble. Both the owner and the wife were absorbed by the monsters.
But the author of the book found out that the tragedy was caused by the charcoal they used and the lack of ventilation in the house. The author called it "charcoal poison".
The reason why Ji Yunhe remembered this matter so clearly was because she had discussed it with the great national teacher after reading this article.
Ji Yunhe said that many people in the world classify things that they don't understand as monsters' rioting, so they hate monsters. In the end no one saw...
The great national teacher only said: "She is sincere."
At the beginning, Ji Yunhe only sighed that the Grand Master was a man of deep affection, and it was a pity for the woman he liked.
But now, when Ji Yunhe remembered this incident, he felt so excited that he wanted to jump.
The windows in her house, she wanted to open but no one was willing to open them, were often closed. And her body is weak, and she can say that she is cold and cold. Ask the servant to bring more pots of charcoal fire, and even point out the precious red charcoal. Even if the servant is strange, it will only be her hypocritical. And the long-term meaning is to know and will not be suspicious.
Burn a few more pots of charcoal, hold him back for a whole day, and go quietly the next day, with a peaceful face, as if in a dream... No one would think that she died strangely, because she was already weak, and everyone only It will feel like she is dying in a dream.
This is the best way to die.
Ji Yunhe was overjoyed by his memory.
She sat down at the table in anticipation, and when the servant brought the meal, Ji Yunhe stopped her and didn't let her go. The pots of charcoal still keep my hands and feet cold, so give me more pots of charcoal later."
Changyi didn't have any doubts, and made a light "um" sound.
The maid took the order and was about to leave when Ji Yunhe called out, "Is there any red charcoal in the courtyard? I heard before that that kind of charcoal is the best."
The maid replied respectfully, "Yes."
Ji Yunhe nodded: "Bring a few more pots over. It's getting colder these days."
The maid did not answer until Chang Yi nodded. She left respectfully.
Ji Yunhe held up the bowl contentedly. She glanced at Chang Yi who was sitting across from the table. Chang Yi seemed to be busy today, and frowned while holding a long document in her hand.
Aware of Ji Yunhe's gaze, Changyi missed the document and looked at Ji Yunhe. However, he saw Ji Yunhe's face with a faint smile on his face. She smiled softly and calmly, Chang Yi's irritability due to the document eased slightly, his brows eased, and he put the document down.
"Is something wrong?" he still asked coldly.
"It's alright," Ji Yunhe said, "I just think that you are more dignified now. Compared with before, this change can be described as earth-shaking."
Whenever Ji Yunhe mentioned the word "before", Changyi would not be in a good mood. He snorted coldly and picked up the document again: "Thanks to you."
Ji Yunhe smiled, took a bite of the meal obediently, as if he was chatting at home, and said, "But your face is still as beautiful as ever. It's even more mature than before."
The focus of his eyes changed from the words to Ji Yunhe's face.
Ji Yunhe was very well-behaved today. He ate a bite of rice, a bite of vegetables, and chewed slowly without being urged. There was a strange feeling in his heart, but he couldn't tell how strange it was.
Until Ji Yunhe had eaten all the rice and vegetables in the bowl, Chang Yi also closed the document. He got up to leave. Usually, Ji Yunhe urged him to leave at this time. His eyes looked like surveillance to her.
Changyi's heart is clear.
But today, Ji Yunhe suddenly said:
"Long meaning."
She stopped in his footsteps.
Changyi turned her head, but saw Ji Yunhe's eyebrows and eyes curled up, her pale face turned ruddy with a smile, and in a trance, Changyi seemed to see once again the ten-square formation, on the edge of the abyss pool, who was pulling him. hands, the woman who leaped into the darkness with a smile, she was so tough, beautiful, and full of temptation.
The same smile, the same makes people unable to guess the mood behind her smile.
"Changyi, you are the most beautiful and best person I have ever met..."
Her words made the hand in Changyi's sleeve clench the document tightly.
She continued: "It is also the gentlest and kindest person. Six years ago, if it weren't for such a scene, I might have liked you very much." She pretended to be relaxed and smiled, "Perhaps, I would still I want to be the double of your merman's life and life."
Chang Yi looked at her and did not shy away from her eyes. The eyes met, neither lingering nor fighting. The silence at this moment was like an undercurrent in the deep sea, swallowing the emotions of both of them away and flowing into the endless abyss. .
In the mottled candlelight, Chang Yi vaguely felt that there were tears in Ji Yunhe's eyes.
In the blink of an eye, her black pupils were clearly visible again.
Chang Yi was silent for a moment, and had to look at her calmly: "Now that you have said this, what are your plans?" The tone was hard, like a rock.
"I just wanted to tell you."
"okay, I get it."
No more entanglements, Chang Yi turned around and left.
The room fell into a dead silence again.
Ji Yunhe sat on the chair and quietly waited for two or three maids to bring the red charcoal she wanted.
She sat for a long time until the maid came, put down the charcoal, cleaned it up again, and asked her, "Miss, is the charcoal enough?"
Ji Yunhe looked at the charcoal pot in the house. The bright red charcoal fire was as charming as a girl's cheek. It was still cold winter, but Ji Yunhe seemed to be in the sea of flowers that bloomed in spring in March.
The spring breeze caressed, carrying the spring flowers and the warm sun, and pursed his brows, eyes and cheeks, and this ice-hard spine also melted and softened.
Ji Yunhe looked at the bright red, and laughed out loud.
Enough is enough, I have said everything I want to say.
"enough… "