When her body was held down by a pair of powerful palms, Guan Suyi suddenly came to her senses - she was afraid that she had been caught, and was brought into a forbidden place by that servant, breaking some kind of secret. She had never entered the palace, and she had never seen Ye Jieyu, and the intertwined roads in the palace were spread out like cobwebs. Even the elderly who had been serving them for many years could go wrong, not to mention the foreign woman who was visiting for the first time
Only by following the guidance of the inner servant could she successfully arrive at Ganquan Palace, but she did not expect this person to take her directly elsewhere. No wonder there is no quick plaque on the door beam of this palace.
She didn't dare to look back, because the man's right hand had slowly climbed up her fragile neck and pinched it neither light nor heavy. His palms are very broad, his fingertips are long and powerful, and the tiger's mouth and finger pulp are covered with a layer of rough calluses.
He is very tall, and measured from the shadow cast on the ground, he is at least nine feet. Even if he doesn't say a word, he exudes an extremely powerful aura. This aura, judged by Guan Suyi's intuition, is closer to a beast than a human being. He seemed to be observing her, his head was slightly tilted, and he was patrolling her face inch by inch, and his hot, but cold, murderous breath kept brushing her face and ears.
Guan Suyi encountered a huge brown bear when she was traveling abroad. In order to avoid the attack, she had to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead. Until now, the feeling of the bear coming up to him and sniffing her face carefully was still imprinted in her mind, making her tremble all over. That was the moment when she was closest to death, and this time, it was countless times more terrifying than that.
She had no doubt that if she said a word wrong, he would break her neck in the next moment. There are only two kinds of men who can walk in the palace, one is the guard, and the other is the emperor. This is a deep palace forbidden courtyard, people who can monopolize a palace and kill foreign women at will, except for the brutal Emperor Sheng Yuan who does not think about it.
So where is this place? Guan Suyi's eyes swept away, and finally found many missing details. The stains on the scripture were not ink spots, but dark red blood. Even the futon and floor tiles were covered with blood, but because they were both black and the light was very dim, it was impossible to detect it if you didn't look carefully. There was a sweet and fishy smell in the air, which was covered by the strong sandalwood, which fooled her sense of smell. There were many fresh cracks left on the altar table, the offerings that should have been neatly arranged have disappeared, and scattered pieces of broken porcelain and sawdust are scattered in the inconspicuous gaps in the corners of the walls.
Based on the above analysis, before she came in, there was a fight here, no, or the killing is more appropriate, and the initiator is definitely the Saint Yuan Emperor who strangled himself.
It seems that she has thought a lot, but in reality, Guan Suyi already understands her situation - she may not be able to go back alive today.
Because of this understanding, she calmed down, calmly thought about the meaning of the question just now, and tried to recall the information about Emperor Shengyuan that Zhao Luli had mentioned to her. Obviously, this Buddhist hall exists only because of this painting, and it may be the biggest secret in Emperor Shengyuan's heart. And what kind of person the other party is can be seen from many terrible rumors.
He is tyrannical, murderous and brutal, and has no tolerance for betrayal and disobedience. In the face of such a person, crying and begging are all in vain, only obedience and acceptance of fate. He does not eat hard and soft, and acts recklessly. When he is in a good mood, he may let you go, and when he is in a bad mood, he will die without a whole corpse.
It is a pity that the current Emperor Shengyuan is in an extremely bad mood, so no matter what means he uses, he will probably die. Guan Suyi couldn't stop smiling bitterly in her heart, but her face was even more indifferent. She breathed cautiously, without answering, "Can I come closer and take a look?"
Since Emperor Shengyuan asked her what she saw, she answered earnestly that her life was already in the hands of others.
Emperor Shengyuan had just vented once, and there was still blood in his eyes. He thought that this woman would show her most embarrassed side when facing death, just like those concubines who had deliberately seduced him before. However, he was wrong. The other party neither cried nor begged. He didn't even look back at him or scream.
Her eyes are so bright that you can see the light even in the dark Buddhist hall. At first, she trembled with fear, but somehow she became enlightened and calm. He could be sure—she knew that this painting was his greatest secret and the reason for her near death, but when asked, she did not shy away from it at all, but instead asked to get closer and see more clearly.
Shouldn't the normal response be to cry and shout that you didn't see anything? The blood in Emperor Shengyuan's eyes slowly faded, and he felt a little interesting. His rough fingertips rubbed twice on her slender and delicate neck, feeling that she was stiff for a moment and then immediately relaxed, and then he pressed her back tightly and pushed her forward.
"Tell me what you saw?" He asked again, without concealing his identity, because he knew that the person in his arms had already guessed it. She is very calm and wise, but it is a pity that after today, she will be turned into bones and buried here.
Guan Suyi looked up and said calmly, "Can you place a few more oil lamps in front of the Buddhist shrine? The light is too dim." Even if she was about to die, she had to know why she died. If she didn't see the painting clearly and clearly, she couldn't rest her eyes when she got down from Huangquan.
Emperor Shengyuan was almost amused. This woman is very interesting and, to put it simply, is the most interesting woman he has ever seen in his life. Killing her like this made him feel a little regretful.
"Light a few oil lamps." He ordered in a deep voice.
A man in black appeared silently and placed several oil lamps neatly on the Buddhist altar. The sufficient light completely reflects the whole picture of the painting, and it also makes the people behind him breathe heavily and their fingertips close. Guan Suyi had a premonition that as long as he exerted a little force, his neck would snap with a "click".
So this painting is really his weakness, or the inner demon is more appropriate, and it also shows that the scenes in the painting must be closely related to him, and even one of them may be himself. Glancing at the inscription and time in the lower left corner, and then inferring the age of Emperor Shengyuan, Guan Suyi came to a terrifying guess. But she didn't dare to show the slightest abnormality, only her pupils shrank slightly for a moment.
It was only then that she finally seized a silver lining from the despair of "certain death".
"Is the scene depicted in this painting actually happening?" she asked boldly.
"I have never seen someone who is less afraid of death than you." Emperor Shengyuan said close to her ear, "Yes, it really happened." The left hand on her shoulder slowly slid down and wrapped around her instead. Slim waist. In the eyes of outsiders, this is a very intimate action, but Guan Suyi knows that she has completely become the prey of his palm.
"Then," she tried to make her voice calmer and flatter, "I'll put aside all the eccentric factors and just analyze this painting from a realistic perspective?"
"Okay." Emperor Shengyuan felt the body in his arms relax little by little, and finally snuggled softly against his chest. This woman is smarter than he imagined, knowing what to do to make the beast on the verge of rampage less eager to kill. Fighting or running will only make people die faster, and the only way to delay time is to stand still.
He had to admit that when she was submissive, when she was leaning softly in his arms, he was willing to let her live a little longer.
Guan Suyi tried her best to appear harmless, and then slowly said, "From the perspective of brushstrokes, this painter is from the East, and his skills are very high. He prefers realistic works rather than fictions. Every leaf and every weed has its own shape, and even the hair of this woman is depicted, vividly, on the paper. And you say that the scene in the painting is real, it can be seen that this woman The artist should have seen the whole process with his own eyes."
Emperor Shengyuan only tilted his head to look at her, his eyes dark and unfathomable.
Guan Suyi licked her lips and continued, "This woman is from the Jiuli tribe, and her status is noble. You can tell this from the clothes she wears and the jewelry she wears. She is covered in bruises and bruises and her clothes are torn, so it can be seen that she has been running away in the forest for a long time. , and finally fell to the ground. The periphery of the pool of blood was full of hungry wolves, and there was a faint green light in their eyes, but they never dared to approach. Why is this? Where can there be beasts who smell the blood and don't jump up?"
"Why?" Emperor Sheng Yuan, who originally just wanted to admire her dying struggle, was brought into it unknowingly.
"Have you seen the white powder spilled outside the pool of blood? This may be a potion to expel beasts." Guan Suyi deduced, "This woman has a way of defending against beasts, so the culprit that made her so embarrassed is definitely not beasts. It's people. She may be in a chase, but she has a seizure on the road and has to land the land. Have you ever seen a baby born with fangs and claws, a blue face, and a scaly body? Speaking of this, she held the man's big hand on her waist, caressed it carefully, and said in a low voice, "Your hand is the same as an ordinary person."
Without waiting for the other party to return to her senses, she added, "Babies are the most fragile and harmless. If their mothers fail to give birth to them, they will not even have a chance to open their eyes and see this world. They will never grow. The fangs and sharp teeth slashed open the mother's belly and burst out. The opposite is the selflessness and greatness of the mother's love. I have seen many women who have had a difficult childbirth. Their answer, without exception, is to keep children. They are willing to give everything to keep their children alive."
She raised her head with bright tears in her eyes, "So the scene in this painting is not scary, it's just artificially distorted. In order to save her child, the mother cut herself with this machete. belly, slit open her wrists, and fed him with blood. The hand she placed on the baby's back was not to throw him away, but to give him one last hug before he died."
Her throat choked, and she said in a hoarse voice, "This is not a picture of Rakshasa's coming into the world, but a picture of the Mother of God. The so-called truth is often concealed under distorted malice."
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt the arms around her waist relax little by little, the five fingers on her neck slowly moved away, and the fresh air suddenly poured into her nose and nose, making her eyes dazzled.