Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 16: The pain of truth

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Which world the wind comes from, with the breath of soot and night grass, the wind is no longer transparent, with a little smoke, pale and white, drifting into the pale little hand.

Little hands…

She looked down at her hand. When was her hand so small and so thin? It was as thin as chicken feet, and the nails were full of sawdust.

Sawdust…

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

The sawdust fell down rustlingly and dropped her head. She looked up and saw the dark horizontal board on top of her head that exuded the smell of ordinary wood and slightly rot.

There are boards on all sides, one arm is long, and two arms high. She stretches out her arms to measure, but doesn’t actually use it. This is the length that she has been familiar with, and she knows that she closes her eyes and knows that the wooden board is close to the wood behind her. There is a dot-like dark scar on the tenon, and there is a small protrusion at the bottom of the board. It was originally an unevenly polished wooden thorn. After years of caressing, it was smooth as a date egg.

Zaodaner… In a trance, she felt that she had never seen this thing.

Why haven’t you seen it?

If she had a sense of understanding, she lowered her head, looked at her little arms and little feet, looked at the cloth rope tied to her feet, and saw the almost eternal darkness that enveloped her, and not far from the darkness, the palace The copper bells under the cornices jingled, bringing the quiet sound into this quieter narrow world, and the light of palace lanterns that did not know where came from far away, lavender, hazy, and this light was on three times a day At this hour, from Youshi to Haishi, and then extinguished, at that time, she should go to sleep in the silent darkness.

Sleep, no mattresses, no pillows, some rags and lint. In summer, there are no rags and lint. I sleep naked in the sultry darkness, sweating all over, soaking the wooden boards underneath. , As time goes by, the wooden board is darker, as black as the sauce black of the bottomless abyss.

Mosquitoes were buzzing in the sweltering, small, airtight and airtight space, mouth after mouthful of silent acupuncture, so I couldn’t help turning over, scratching desperately, caught vaguely falling asleep, sleeping In the last two or three hours, I woke up from the heat, my heart was choked and uncomfortable, I opened my mouth and gasped like a dehydrated fish. I felt red spots all over my body when I touched it. One part was rash, and the other was scratched. The sweat was pickled, and the pain was hot. .

There are bedsores in many places on the body-a person without any disease has bedsores.

So I look forward to winter in the summer, as if the dryness and coolness of winter are salvation. However, when it comes to winter, I find that the cold winter moon is no less difficult than the heat. The wind is coming in from all sides, thin The wooden board couldn’t stop it, and it scraped on the skin like a knife, and then cracked from the skin into the bones. The bones creaked and the bones were ice. She wrapped all the old cloth and cotton wool on her body. , Shrunk her body into the smallest possible ball, still unable to resist such a deep cold, so cold… so cold… made her worry that she would freeze out of arthritis at a young age.

However, she can’t speak, can’t ask for the bedding, can’t ask the fan, can’t call, can’t… step out of this locked cabinet.

Yes, the cabinet.

She has been there ever since she has the memory of this life, and she intends to exist forever like that.

The kid who lives in the closet.

The whole world is a square cabinet with one wide arm and two long arms. She can’t stand and can only squat. She can never sleep straight. She opened a hole under the bedding, and she solved it from the hole.

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

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

…Someone tapped the cabinet lightly, three familiar sounds, one light and two heavy, and then two cold buns were stuffed into the gap in the upper head.

A woman’s face flickered through the gap, a young, beautiful face that was prematurely haggard because of long-term fear and fear.

Her eyes are painful and pitiful, full of heavy depression, she seems to cry like that when touched like that, she looks at her sadly through the gap like that, in those eyes, she sees the familiar Shrinking oneself.

Everything, so familiar.

Familiar to deep in the blood, familiar to so shocking, as if the white light suddenly pierced through the vault without seeing the sun, instantly splitting her dream soul from the past body!

This is not who she is 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 no one gave her a name for the emperor who was born in the spring breeze.

No one even gave her a chance to survive.

After your Majesty established a new one, the new queen is jealous and does not allow anyone to accept any more graces, and does not allow anyone to regenerate your Majesty’s children. She is born one by one every year, but the harem woman has been sterilized since then, if anyone Dare to seduce your Majesty, dare to give birth to the emperor, and greet her must be the worst death in the world.

However, that year, Xu Wan, the maid of the Yingfei Palace, got pregnant.

No one knows why she became pregnant. Perhaps the emperor passed by the palace one day and saw a beautiful palace lady with her sleeves and hair pulled up. The jade arms in the slipped sleeves were like lotus roots, and her brows were charming and bright like spring. Huan; maybe the queen is pregnant year after year but does not allow the emperor to rain and dew on the harem anymore. The emperor who is in his prime can hardly endure the long night. On the way, she encounters a slender woman who comes through the willow and caresses the flowers, and she falls down on the ground like a blanket Up her…

It’s just a possibility. There is no living life that can be verified, just like those old things scattered in the **** palace, which have long been rotten to ashes, and no one can pick it up.

Ten months later, there was Feng Wuming in the world.

She will always remember her first glance in this world.

She saw the room without lights, saw the pale woman in the **** water who gritted her teeth and cut the placenta with the fired scissors, saw a small jade lotus floating in the blood, and heard her silent chants covered with a blanket , I heard the **** breath all over the sky, felt that she pressed her face full of tears to her face, choked up and said: “Child, don’t cry…can’t cry…we are all dead if we cry…please Please, don’t cry…”

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

Later, many times, in those long hellish five years, she thought countless times, it’s better to cry, really, it’s better to cry, death, sometimes it is more comfortable than living.

At the time, why didn’t you cry?

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

The mother of this life has since kept her in a closet.

Five years.

From the beginning of the grass to five years old.

When she was five years old, she was as young as a three-year-old child. Because of her long bending and arching her legs, her body joints were deformed, so that after the age of five, her master desperately asked her to practice martial arts and re-stretched her bones with high-intensity martial arts. Training so hard, even harder than ordinary people, is because she did not stand on the same starting line as ordinary people at all.

…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 backyard stove, the night grass is spring grass growing under the house, green, and long like a ribbon , Falling crystal dewdrops-she hadn’t seen it before, mother squatted by the cabinet and whispered to her, she listened, struggling to find the impression of grass in the memories of the previous life, five years of darkness, five years Most of the time, what I see is not the light of the oil lamp or the light and shadow of a corner of the purple palace lantern in the distance. Although many memories of her previous life can be remembered clearly in her long loneliness, she can still remember many things, but the impression of many objects is blurred. Now, she even thought for a long time before she came up with what grass is.

At night, my mother often leaned on the cabinet and murmured something to her, five continents and seven countries, the current situation, what she thought of, she seemed to be afraid that this daughter would be miserably locked up, and worked hard Finding time to communicate with her, she said, just thinking of instilling something that belongs to the world outside the cabinet to her little daughter, but she didn’t know. Every time she said her daughter would answer, say every sentence, ask every question, answer every sentence, just , There is no sound.

She can’t speak, she can only speak silently to the mother of this life through the cabinet that only she knows.

There are some very important things that she thinks must be said, but every time she just utters a single syllable, the mother immediately walks away, leaving her mouth open, with a sad face facing the endless darkness and despair.

There was a second mother who was talking, she suddenly sighed softly, and said in a low voice: “My child…you are the emperor born in Hanlian…you should be the noblest princess of the Xuanji clan… Sometimes I am true I don’t understand God’s will…why…why…” She got up, and seemed to go to the bed and flip under the mattress, dig out something, and hand it to her through the seam under the cabinet.

She held it in her hand, a small one with a light jade color, and it looked like a lotus flower, but she immediately laughed mockingly in the dark—isn’t it a stone?

Who has ever seen the princess born in Hanlian, the noblest of the continents of the Wuzhou Continent, who was kept in a cabinet forever and could not see anyone, and only had one or two cold buns a day?

This **** lotus flower is just a sarcasm of Senliang.

She waved her hand and threw the lotus flower out. The mother was panicked and then blamed her for being ignorant, and then cautiously hid it back, leaning against the cabinet and said a little fascinated: “…maybe one day, Use this to prove your identity…”

Identity? Identity is the most boring thing in the world. She doesn’t need the status of a princess. If she can exchange her freedom with this lotus flower, she will immediately kneel down and kowtow to the lotus!

More than freedom? More than darkness? More than hunger? More than a painful life that can never be straightened and never exposed to sunlight? And she can’t say that she can’t resist, the cruel, most painful and unbearable insult torture that she must endure silently everyday!

Holy lotus! Dirty hands!

She hated the damned Auspiciousness from the bottom of her heart, and forgot to clean it ever since.

…She squatted in the smelly wind, playing with the sawdust in her fingers. She was very careful when picking up the sawdust. Once accidentally, the voice was a little louder. It happened that there was someone in the house, and the woman came over suspiciously. Niang leaped over to block the cabinet, her voice trembling and said it was a mouse. She saw from the seam at the bottom of the cabinet that a piece of the ground was slowly wet, and that position was under the mother’s skirt.

From then on, she has been very artistic in picking the sawdust. She slowly moistened her saliva, digging it bit by bit, digging it down and kneading it into a ball, imagining it was a chicken leg, a chicken leg… I haven’t eaten it for many years. Ying Concubine is very harsh on the court ladies, and their food is barely enough. If they make mistakes, they often go hungry. So after a long time, she can guess the mood of Ying Concubine today based on the number of steamed buns delivered. Two steamed buns: normal and one Mantou: Depressed and provoked; no mantou: angry, and the maid was punished. When there was no mantou, they listened to the cooing in each other’s stomachs through the cabinet. Sometimes the mother put her hand in and wanted to comfort her, she immediately pushed away. The mother thought she was angry, and she sat in front of the cabinet and waited until midnight, and secretly went to the kitchen swill bucket to find the buns and the relatively complete leftovers, half of her and half of her.

In fact, leftovers are also good, remove the swill smell, at least oily water.

…She squatted in the smell of wind, smelling her fingers full of sawdust, and missed the half of ham skin she stole during the last hungry meal.

The smell of the wind suddenly changed.

Fragrant.

The strange and noble scent, like the snow covered with snow lotus on a very high remote mountain, is cool and rich, and floats so light and can’t be ignored. In an instant, all kinds of strange smells in the world fade away, leaving only That fascinating fragrance.

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

For many years, in order to prevent her from completely losing her language function, she kept talking, using her lips to close silently.

The scent suddenly became stronger. It had already drifted away, but it seemed to be coming again.

She was nervous and shrank into the cabinet.

With this shrinking, the scent seems to have determined its position, and it comes directly toward the cabinet.

She is even more nervous—she is just a five-year-old child’s body. She has been trapped in the dark for many years and has no nutrition. She is not as good as three years old. She is still tightly bound with cloth ropes on her feet. If she encounters malice, she only has Bear, without any resistance.

The scent stopped in front of the cabinet. From the seam at the bottom of the cabinet, you 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 that boots are very luxurious. Could it be the prince in the palace?

She shrinks even tighter-the child in trouble is found out by the prince of kindheartedness and rescued from the sea of ​​suffering. This is a story only in the novel. It is a fairy tale made up by a literati who has never suffered from the world’s hardships. It is more likely that she and Since then, the mother was discovered, and then greeted the most tragic death in the world.

The cabinet door suddenly opened.

It drove silently, she clearly remembered that there was a big lock hanging on the cabinet, and now she did not hear the sound of the chain breaking.

The cabinet opens, and a thin line of sunlight is pulled apart like a brocade.

First, I saw the exquisite mandible of one side, and followed the mandibular gaze upwards, and saw a young man who was more beautiful and gentler than the brocade stood in the brocade. The demeanor was also like a colorful brocade, silent and exaggerated between the heavens and the earth. Spread out.

His gaze was also a brocade, sliding past her smoothly, and instantly swept her whole body—small body, thin face, stray hair, horrified eyes.

Her dark-adapted eyes were squinted by the sudden sunlight, and a lot of tears poured out. She looked at him in the blur of tears, and looked at the shining eyes of the deep sea under the sun’s rays.

He seemed to feel that she couldn’t suddenly accept the too violent sunlight, and stepped forward to block the light.

Immediately he knelt down and asked her: “Who are you? Why are you sleeping in the cabinet?”

She looked at him with a little embarrassment. She knew that the smell in the cabinet was really unpleasant, and it was even more embarrassing to permeate this scented teenager. However, he seemed to be unable to smell anything and only looked at her intently.

At that moment, a thought suddenly flashed in her heart—to lie, to lie, not to tell the truth, since this person doesn’t know who she is, he can’t tell if she lied.

“Can’t see the wind.” She suddenly opened her mouth, trying to answer clearly.

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

“Why not cure the disease?”

“Treatment.” At any rate, he was also an associate professor in the previous life. He lied and opened his mouth. “The imperial doctor said that the cabinet will be closed for a month. No wind is allowed.”

The young man smiled, his eyes flashed a dark, and suddenly said: “Are you going to be locked in a dark room…”

She looked at him in amazement, but he immediately changed the subject, “What’s your identity? The daughter of a court lady?”

She jumped in her heart and immediately shook her head, “No.”

He looked at her questioningly. Her heart was beating fiercely, and she didn’t decide how to fabricate her identity for a while. As soon as she rolled her eyes, she saw the jade knot silk tape hanging down his waist. The jade was engraved with the letter “God Blessed Wuji, Shou Qichang.” Suddenly realized that the young man in front of him was not from the Xuanji country, but was probably the prince of the Wuji country.

She knows that the Promise Kingdom is a big country adjacent to Xuanji. Since it is 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 your majesty’s youngest daughter.”

He looked surprised, and looked at her up and down again. He probably couldn’t see how she looked like an emperor, but she calmly continued to lie: “I’m sick, and my mother doesn’t like me. She has never touched me. I, give me to the maid to raise me up.”

The boy fell silent, the pain in his eyes returned, but after a long while he said: “I heard that the youngest Queen Xuanji is eight years old this year.”

She started to have a headache. She felt that this boy was so difficult to fool around, so she sighed and said, “Have you heard that my mother doesn’t like me? There is no name on the Zong Dian. I was hidden by the snow.”

The boy looked at her interestingly, and thought that this child was really interesting, indeed he did not look like an ordinary child, and thought for a while: “What’s your name?”

She shook her head and put on a gloomy expression. The young man immediately began to wonder again, with a plainly written expression in her eyes, “I don’t believe you won’t even have a name if you are not favored.”

She was helpless, so she motioned for him to go to the bottom of the mattress. He hesitated, but he still went and turned around. For a long while, she turned around questioningly with a little lotus flower in her hand.

She raised her head and said triumphantly: “I am the only emperor born with Hanlian in the Xuanji royal family.” She also looked at him with her nostrils like a princess on TV in the past life, and said, “For auspicious things, It has always been for noble people.”

He held the little lotus, held the lotus tightly in his palm, and suddenly smiled, the smile was radiant, she was dumbfounded, and then heard him say: “Well, yes, the most noble Princess.”

He bent down with a smile, untied the cloth rope from her feet, took the “most noble princess” out and hugged her on her knees. She was very uncomfortable–not to mention that no one had held her for many years. It is her soul, a 22-year-old woman, really can’t get used to being suddenly “caught on a man’s knee” as a child.

Then the chest behind him is so warm, his gestures are so soft, those slender hands that are most suitable for plucking strings, making tea, writing poems and painting, itch her hair, itching to the bottom of my heart, like a stick The silk string softened her tense consciousness and soul. She couldn’t relax herself, 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 on the table, and first carefully opened her long, unwashed hair with great care. Her tight hair would inevitably hurt her scalp, but she didn’t feel any pain.

Can’t help being a little funny. Seeing that he is less than ten years old, a teenager who is more than ten years old, in the memory of his previous life, is not the wildest, most ambitious, most rebellious, troublesome and troublesome, especially at the age when he is against girls? But this young man was as quiet as water and gentle as water. When she untied her hair, she gestured as if she was picking flowers. She barely turned her head to look at him in such comfort, but only saw his straight nose. The exquisite jaw and the rosy and soft curved lips, and I wanted to take another look at the beauty, but I patted him gently on the head, and he heard his voice and smiled faintly: “It’s not good.”

She smiled at him, and suddenly felt that this person who was very different from others, matured too early and lost the youthful vivacious person prematurely, was almost like her in the bottom of her heart, also cold and vicissitudes of life? Like her, she is always smiling, but the smile is lonely and lonely, refined from the darkness, washed away from the loneliness, and stripped from the long sighs, no matter how you look at it, it is painful.

He treated her like this because he felt that they were the same person?

He sorted out her messy hair, combed her hair lightly, and then tried to braid her, but the pampered noble prince, combing his hair may be able to cope with it. Braids are really a big test. He has been busy for a long time. He tied her a horribly crooked braid, and put on the little jade lotus hairpin, but the braid was too ugly and the flowers were worn crookedly. He looked at the failed finished product and sighed to start again. She But he stopped him, touched his head, and grinned at him.

“It looks good.” She said softly, “No one has ever braided me.”

He looked at her, the pain and vibration in his eyes returned, and he said for a long while: “This day… don’t you want to get rid of it? I’ll help you tell the emperor and queen, OK?”

She pretended not to understand and asked: “Who are you and how can you talk to the emperor?”

“I’m from next door.” He pointed to the guide, motioned to the distant “next door”, and then said: “I passed by with Uncle Master, and Uncle Master went to visit an old acquaintance, I waited for him to be fine, everywhere Wander 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 the prince of a certain country, and a passing prince of another country can interfere in Xuanji’s internal affairs? Can Emperor Xuanji, who fears his wife like a tiger, risk being upset by his wife and admit that she gave her a normal life? It’s impossible, the most likely thing is that their mother and daughter were really killed.

“No need.” She shook her head and lied. “The mother said that my mother has already asked me about me. I might be able to go out. You can ask. It’s not good to anger my mother.”

He nodded, and then said: “Your birth date?”

She knows this, mother told her over and over again across the cabinet, for fear that she would not remember “the noblest princess’s noblest falling grass time”, she told him, he thought for a while, stood up and was in the room After searching inside, he found half a bald pen and half a piece of old ink with great difficulty. After looking for paper, he couldn’t find it anymore. After thinking about it, he took off his outer robe, which was a piece of underwear with the same material of light and dark lines. He tore off half of his shirt and quickly rubbed the ink.

He writes and stops, sometimes thinking about it. The number of words he writes seems to be a lot. She looked at it curiously, and her eyes widened immediately.

Xuanji map!

The picture in front of her is obviously a military-style Xuanji. After reading it briefly, she has read out some very subtle art of war.

Who is he? How can there be such a wizard? It’s difficult to write in hastily, because ordinary poetry is already difficult, not to mention the subtle and mysterious, the Xuanji art of war that must be written in any way?

It was probably her surprise that shocked him. He turned his head to look at her, with questions in his eyes, she immediately put away the shock, and acted dazedly and dullly-a child who is only a few years old should not know Xuanjitu, let alone Understand the mystery and magic.

He wrote the picture, tore the picture in half, and handed it half to her. She ignorantly accepted it, and he smiled: “The token.”

She took it silently, thinking, what token? From now on you will live your prince’s life in fine clothes and jade food. I squatted in the closet to endure my eternal darkness. Could there be any intersection?

Turning around and looking at the cabinet, she didn’t want to go in again when she came out. She suddenly moved and said, “Take me out to take a look. I want to see the scenery outside.”

She made up her mind, he took her out, and slipped away while he didn’t pay attention to her. From then on, the world was broad and free.

He agreed. He wrapped her tightly in his cloak and hugged her out. She saw from the gap in the cloak that the place where she had stayed for five years was a small penthouse. There was a curtain covering the front of the cabinet. There are three entrances to the palace outside, and you can see the pale yellow palace wall and the crimson palace gate.

She was overjoyed, waiting for him to leave the palace so that she could escape, but he suddenly stiffened.

Immediately he stopped, as if listening to something, she didn’t move. She moved in his arms uncomfortably. He pressed her head, he pressed so tightly, she felt nervous for no reason, and immediately stopped. Dare to move again.

Immediately, she heard a low-pitched voice, which seemed to be his, but the sound was forced very low, and said: “I have something to do first. I will send you back first, wait a minute…I’ll pick you up, OK? ?”

She was a little disappointed, but now she is free to use her hands and can’t be anxious, so she nodded obediently, and he sent her back to the small penthouse. Before my mother came back, she lay on the window, watching him flew up in a daze. Over the high wall, his eyes were full of envy for the freedom of the flying geese, but he suddenly looked back in mid-air.

The young man’s black hair fluttered, looking back in mid-air, with divine light in her eyes, she saw his lips move, and read the words every word.

“Wait for me to find you.”

The autumn sun is shining brilliantly, and the young boy looking back in the sun has sincere eyes. She met those eyes and nodded trustingly. She believed that he would do it when he said it, so she looked around and took the jade Lotus took it down and put it back under the bed. For the first time, she went back into the cabinet willingly, waiting for him to come back.

However, he did not come.

Never come again.

Because that night, she lost herself.

…Which world does the wind come from, with blood and a strange smell, that smell…that smell…

She hugged her knees and waited in the dark, waiting more and more hopelessly. Suddenly she heard the sound of wiping footsteps. She was overjoyed. She thought he was coming, so she would rush out subconsciously, but heard a strange woman The child’s voice, Lang Lang said: “Didn’t you say you saw it here? What about people?”

There were more footsteps coming, and she was so frightened that she didn’t dare to come out. She heard someone replying to the girl, her voice was very low, but after a while she heard a clear slap in the face.

Then the girl slowly said, “I don’t know what is the use of Xuanji Palace to raise you? It’s too polite to use waste to describe it.”

She seemed to be in a very bad mood. She drank away those people and became quiet around her. She was full of hope that the girl would go quickly, otherwise, if he came to see an outsider, she would not be able to save her.

It was quiet on all sides for a long time. She thought she was leaving. Just as she moved, she suddenly heard footsteps coming straight to the penthouse, and the girl actually entered the room.

She walked around the house, seeming to be very irritable, and said in a low voice: “Uncle Yuheng said he is here, why didn’t he enter the palace? He doesn’t know that I want to see him for a long time? He hasn’t heard of me. Shouldn’t the most legendary prince of the Wuzhou Continent meet the most noble little princess of the Wuzhou Continent?”

Little princess… Queen Xuanji’s last daughter, right? It’s a princess.

The most legendary prince of the Wuzhou Continent… is it him?

She thought over and over again, it seems that this little princess is interested in him? Also, such a young boy not only has a peerless appearance, but can be seen in a few words of wisdom and wisdom, and also writes an unparalleled picture of Xuanji, which girl does not admire? The intermarriage of the imperial families of the Wuzhou Continent was very early. At his age, he could already be engaged.

Thinking about this, I suddenly found that there was no sound around me, and then my eyes fell, and I realized that I hadn’t stuffed the Xuanji map properly, and that half of my clothes fell from my arms, half falling on the ground under the cabinet.

There was a bang in her mind. For a while, she didn’t know whether to pick it up or ignore it. She wasn’t sure if the little princess saw this picture. If she was quiet at the moment because she was staring at it, she picked it up. Doesn’t it mean exposing yourself?

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

This time it drove more suddenly. She didn’t even hear the footsteps. She saw a golden red skirt, embroidered with layers of hibiscus flowers spreading out in front of her eyes. The skirt was decorated with countless pearls and colorful colors. Brilliant dazzling.

Immediately, she heard a soft “Huh”, a small snow-white hand reached in and raised her jaw irresistibly.

She then looked into a pair of eyes.

A park of autumn water, bright eyes, not pure black, with a little brown, deep and distant, like seeing a deep coastline on a distant shore, or a starlight rising from a mountain thousands of miles away, seemingly condensed The Jing, when running towards it, found a precarious movement.

The eyes are very special and beautiful. The flashing light in those eyes is also inexplicable. It is not the warm touch of the boy or the sorrow and helplessness of the mother who occasionally sees it, but it is curiously overturned and bottomless.

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

This time, she can’t fool around anymore, she is silent, don’t overdo it.

The girl stopped asking, looked around her, and then looked at the surrounding furnishings, her eyes slowly passed the realization, nodded, sneered, and said: “Good, good.”

Immediately, the girl’s eyes fell, and she saw the half of the Xuanji picture, her eyes brightened and her expression changed. She scanned the picture carefully and looked at it again, closing her eyes as if silent Remember, it seems to be experiencing it again, and then he will push the picture into his arms.

She was anxious immediately, and she chopped her hand to grab it, and her nails she hadn’t cut for a long time quickly left five blood stains on the back of the girl’s snow-white hand, brightly burning her eyes.

She didn’t care, and hurriedly stuffed the picture into her arms.

The girl was stunned. She didn’t seem to expect that she would take it away. She stared at her eyebrows and slowly raised her eyebrows. When she raised her eyebrows, she looked like she was no longer calm and gentle before, and she felt a bit strong, such a child. The evil spirit on her body shocked her 22-year-old soul and trembled.

Then the girl laughed.

She laughed, with no smile in her eyes, as cold as a pin, and suddenly she brushed her face with a flick of her sleeve.

“What rare thing?” She laughed, “He wrote it? You robbed it for this? No wonder I saw someone here but disappeared. He saw you? He saw you?”

She repeated the last sentence twice, and the second time it was completely cold, as cold as fiddle with a block of ice on an ice bed.

“You? Just you?” She looked up and down at the child in the cabinet, ridiculing her lips and the anger of being defeated by such a person, but suddenly laughed again after a long while.

This smile is almost gentle, even a bit compassionate, blooming like a flower in the simple penthouse, and then she very gently said: “I don’t think I need to go to your arms and touch the picture in person, it is really Too dirty.”

She smiled, closed the cabinet door, took out a lock from nowhere, locked it with a click, and the moment the light and shadow closed, she said:

“You will offer it to me obediently.”

The cabinet was locked, and her gorgeous skirt flicked through the light and shadow of the sunlight at the bottom, reflecting the colorful light, and then slowly moved away. The noble princess didn’t say anything, and she just walked away like this.

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

This little princess is not a good bird, I am afraid that there will be some moths, but she is completely helpless, can only hug her knees and squat in the dark, waiting for an unknown fate.

I hope he can come, I hope he can come…

There was another sound of steps outside. She didn’t move this time. She heard the footsteps of a mother, a little anxious.

Behind the mother’s footsteps, there is another person’s footsteps, which are also familiar, hated, and hateful!

She started to tremble suddenly, and her body was cold and hot, grinding like sand, so that the flesh and blood in her throat seemed to be spurting.

Don’t don’t don’t!

The conversation outside came vaguely.

“…the mother tells me to go, I’m undervalued and I don’t know what else is going on, father-in-law…I can trouble you to watch…”

“Oh! You can go without worry.” Faithful voice.

“…I trouble you every time…” The mother seemed to be wiping her tears, “When she was born, she was also dependent on your help… and there is nothing to thank you…”

“Say what to do with this.” The loyal and kind voice is always so loyal and kind, but she heard waves of nausea and trembling all over, countless things came up from her stomach, rushed to her throat, but again She couldn’t spit out, the suffocating smell in her throat, suffocating her breath, she sank little by little in that suffocation, but she couldn’t completely sink to the bottom, only the endless darkness and hatred Struggling up and down, endless scratching for help, until the chest is scratched to blood and blood…

Don’t let him over! Don’t let him come! Please don’t let him over!

She churned silently in the cabinet, in cold sweat, all language functions would be completely lost every time at this moment, those swarming words stuck in her heart, and the world collapsed and drowned her.

Mother couldn’t hear her silent yelling and calling for help, she hurried out with anxiety.

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

The heavy steps and the sound of wide feet falling on the ground finally gradually approached, mixed with weird, excited and lewd laughter.

Don’t come here! do not come! do not come! Please don’t come here!

Silent calls and tumbling can’t save her misery in the past five years, just like those more than a thousand days and nights.

The purple robe fell on the ground under the crevice, the big feet of a pair of black cloth shoes, the nightmarish people she had often seen in the past few years.

A pair of pale, exuding the unique smell of urine from eunuchs, hands with particularly slender fingers, slowly, snakes came in through the cracks under the cabinet.

Explore in…

Snake-like wriggling, probing, using that rare slenderness, with ease, searching for the body of the young child in the dark with feeling.

She shivered, pinched her legs, and shrank desperately towards the corner of the cabinet. Like many times before, she couldn’t wait to shrink herself into the smelly wood, turning into dust, turning into wood chips, turning into air. Why? It’s all good, just don’t be herself.

The snake wandered silently… In the dark, she burst into tears and banged her head against the cabinet door–you promised me to come back and find me, you promised! Why don’t you come back? Why not come back? !

…Pale and slender fingers crawling slowly and unhurriedly. The snake climbed onto her body suddenly, then moved away again…

The **** also seems to enjoy this process of finding an escape, like a rare and interesting game in the life of a boring eunuch-a most inferior **** who can also manipulate others in this way Will, and…body.

In front of young children who are weaker and more powerless than himself, he has recovered the strength he has long lost.

That was really the greatest compensation for the tragedy of his life.

He smiled excitedly, his slender and pale fingers slowly wandering, until he finally had enough, he lost his patience, he was very precise, and he touched the place that had already been spotted…

“Ah!”

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“Ah!”

Meng Fuyao jumped up from the bed in cold sweat, jumped to the ground, knocked over the table, stepped on the chair, tore the tent, extinguished the lights, and cracked his heart and lungs.

She was entangled in a pile of bedding, her face was sweaty, and she rushed out. At that moment, there was no white in her eyes, only darkness, endless blackness.

The endless darkness, the unbearable weight of life!

Those living in hell-like wooden cabinets for more than a thousand days and nights, those endless hunger and silence, those that can’t straighten their bodies, those hard heat and winter, those dark years where only the light of oil lamps and palace lanterns can be seen, and the trapped Keep your feet bound in the cabinet and you must not silently endure the perverted eunuch’s years of indecency and insult…

Ah—-

Why do we need to know why we should know why we should know? The saddest and most helpless sadness and shame in the world?

The nightmare buried deep fourteen years ago, she chose to forget the nightmare that she would never face again in this life, why must she go through the **** past and let her see the biggest in the world through her **** past Sad and cold?

She gave a long whistle and slammed outwards like a whirlwind. She didn’t know what she wanted to hit. At this moment, she felt that all of the heavens, the earth, the black and the universe were all enemies, and they were all the coldest mountains in the fate. No matter she hit her head again and again, struggling in the flesh and blood of one of her stumps and arms, every time she climbed up easily, she immediately fell down like a huge glacier sword, straight plug top.

She screamed, and the howling alarmed the entire huge post building. She turned into a black hurricane, banging all the furniture in the room.

A white shadow flashed before his eyes.

Zong Yue in the next room jumped out first.

At this moment, where Meng Fuyao can recognize people, only the snow-white shadows, white… Yes, the iceberg, the iceberg that lies in her life, needs to be crushed!

She screamed wildly, regardless of rushing toward the iceberg, raising her hand with an unreserved full palm, banging the two of them, sliding on the ground several feet, Meng Fuyao still kicked , Zong Yue tightly hugged her, and the two tumbling on the ground entangled into a ball. The ground that rolled over was shattered because of Meng Fu’s swaying air, and the surrounding flowers and trees rumbling down, Zong Yue wanted Hugging her to prevent her from hurting herself, but also pay attention to the falling trees on top of her head, rolling in embarrassment for a while.

Zi Ying flashed, and Changsun Wuji swept over, reaching out to pull Meng Fuyao, but Zong Yue suddenly raised his head and said: “Don’t!”

In such a moment, he was wounded with blood by Meng Fuyao’s uncontrollable qi, and his white clothes were bright red, but his eyes were clear and sharp, which severely prevented the rescue of the grandson Wuji.

Immediately, he hugged Meng Fuyao and entangled and rolled around, and next to her infuriating qi, he quickly drew out the kit of gold needles from his waist, and held Meng Fuyao’s fast needles with one hand, Changsun Wuji Immediately protect him, wave his sleeves and remove the fallen trees from all sides.

Meng Fuyao is still rolling, it is rare that Zongyue is the first genius doctor in the world. In this situation, she can still recognize the acupoints and apply needles like flying. He also fought for his life and let Meng Fuyao took out his palms in order to break free. Every time she took a palm, she would have a pause. He took advantage of this pause to quickly apply the needle. As the gold needle pierced one by one, Meng Fuyao’s strength gradually eased. .

She slowed down, and the zhenqi dissipating all over her body seemed to swim slowly like life, and then returned to her a little bit. The zhenqi was stronger and thicker than before, and it looked like it from a distance. One by one, the jade Ruyi, shining with the luster of beautiful jade pearl, flowed in the air section by section.

She upgraded.

In an instant, it merged with the last medicine power of the pill Zong Yue had given, and Zhen Qi brazenly ascended through the heavy building, surpassed two levels, and entered the seventh level and the third level “Ruyi”, not far from the eighth floor. .

In the meantime, there was Zong Yue’s sacrifice-when he was holding Mengfu Rock, he not only had to protect her for the injection, but he also forced his true energy into Mengfu’s palm. Stop repaired the damage to the meridians caused by her violent rush, and supported her all the way through the hurdle.

Meng Fuyao slumped on the ground, slowly recovering her qi, Zong Yue couldn’t help coughing, but refused the help of the grandson Wuji, and slowly got up.

He sat silently, and said for a while: “…she…really?”

The grandson Wuji turned his head, as if he could not even answer.

The two were silent in a devastated place. One lowered his head and coughed lightly and the other looked up quietly at the moon, coughing and coughing out endless blood, and the one looking at the moon saw the depression and sadness on his face.

Meng Fuyao was still lying on the ground, and after a while she said tiredly: “You can go now.”

In silence, Meng Fuyao closed her eyes and ignored her. She didn’t want to say anything or ask.

I don’t want to ask what happened to the mother after she left. Before the dream was finished, she was awakened by the thing she was most unwilling to face in the depth of her memory, and intuitively chose not to face the next ending.

I don’t want to ask the grandson Wou-ki why he didn’t come back—what else can I ask? It’s just fate.

Her Meng Fuyao’s fate, the fate of Meng Fuyao whom the whole continent admires, and the fate of Meng Fuyao, the lord of the Three Kingdoms, Dahan Meng King, Xuanyuan Guoshi, and the most beautiful and beautiful Meng Fuyao, is like this.

Dark, heavy, painful, desperate.

“Don’t kill–“

The beast-like howling continued. The old road, who was awakened by Zong Yue’s heavy tactics, did not know the vicissitudes of this moment, nor did he know that it was on the ground not far away. He was molested in the dark. The five-year-old child suddenly raised his head.

He was just chaotic, muddy, and the world rushed out blood-red, all that happened in recent years faded away, leaving only the indelible deep memory of fourteen years ago… the girl in the dark… that finger The soft and delicate skin…the palace lady who was found by the queen to give birth to the child, Xu Wan…the face of the cabinet was tied to the bed and heated with boiling water, and then brushed with an iron brush little by little. The whole skin and flesh were only bare bones. The punishment… the blood-red eyes that looked at that scene for life in the cabinet…

The eyes are red as charcoal, not like the eyes of a five-year-old child, but rather like a **** and demon who has been imprisoned in Jiuyou Hell for thousands of years. The most miserable hatred between heaven and earth is written all over the word. , The charcoal fire scorched him from then on, tormenting him day by day, rubbing and grinding his heart endlessly, until he slowly polished his mind.

At this moment, however, he saw those eyes again.

Blood red, deep black, cold light shining like a famous sword out of its sheath, murderous awe-inspiring eyes like gods and demons.

Meng Fuyao’s eyes.

The moment she saw Lao Lu, she suddenly bounced. That bullet traversed the sky and flashed several meters away. Her hand had been deeply inserted into Lao Lu’s chest.

The wind in the sky rolled, and then it was still, and the woman’s plain clothes were swayed in the wind, like a funeral banner.

Clothes are curled up, but his body and fingers are motionless like steel, and the old way of being interrupted is motionless.

Under the night, in the darkness, two living figures.

For a long time, Old Road grinned and showed a relieved smile.

Finally free…

He waited for a long time.

From the time when the blood-red eyes tortured him so that he couldn’t sleep every day, he began to wait, and later he began to paint, always feeling that she was by his side, she was watching, watching his He knew that he shouldn’t paint, but he couldn’t stop painting when he looked at him day and night with that kind of gaze. Later, if he didn’t paint, he wouldn’t be able to do it. Later, the painting was finally seen by His Majesty passing by. I knew… it was almost over, really, it was almost over.

So it was over.

Everyone has a life of suffering, no matter good or evil, everyone is waiting for that to end, waiting to swallow the taste of life and death.

Lao Lu smiled, watching those eyes gradually regaining his calmness, watching the hands that were steady as a stone from beginning to end… That little girl who was raised in a closet until she was five years old, has finally grown up, right? She is strong enough to dig out his heart with a pair of bare hands. His hands touched her body back then, but now her hands dig out his heart, fair.

He looked at this cold world for the last time without nostalgia, and then prepared to let himself fall, standing like this, very tired.

His eyes froze suddenly.

On the other side, the man in white clothes… the strange and familiar face, the long and unique and graceful figure, the special temperament that makes people feel immaculate even though he is stained with blood…

He!

Old Lu trembled suddenly, and the third painting emerged in the trembling field of vision. He painted for many, many years. He never forgot any of the movements of any one of them. Even after many years, he painted Although his memory was still delicate, he saw the Qingjun young man standing next to the queen in the painting slowly approaching, stepping off the screen, walking up to the body of the white man in front of him, and finally merged into one.

He saw him standing before washing the bed, he saw him opening the cabinet, and he heard him quietly say: “Before you become a real strong, forget all your hatred.”

It’s him…it’s him…

Lao Lu stretched out his finger and pointed at Zong Yue.

He was trembling and desperately squeezing words between his teeth where he never shut off the wind and lost his anger.

Every word popped up with the blood in my chest.

He said:

“…he…he is you…your…”

Meng Fuyao suddenly twitched.

She withdrew her hand from Old Road’s chest indifferently.

The last point that kept the old road upright was withdrawn, and the body carrying countless old things and secrets crashed to the ground.

The blood is like a snake, along the cracks that have been split on the ground, it goes down silently and disappears.

Born in dust and returned to dust.

A **** who was buried in the palace all her life played a role in Meng Fuyao’s life that kept her from closing her darkness. Maybe he was not a bad person, but his deformed fate made him uncontrollable on a perverted path. In the end, a person’s five years were blacked out, after which he spent his entire life to accept punishment, until now, the final judgment comes.

The trial belonging to him has ended. Whether it is going to heaven or going to hell, he no longer has to be forced to paint.

And what about someone else’s trial?

“Old Road—” With a miserable call, the woman guarded by Tiecheng ran out. Tiecheng worried that Meng Fuyao had left her task of guarding her, so she ran out, just in time to see the place where Old Road died. One scene.

She rushed over and cried to death on Lao Lu’s corpse, muttering about the kindness and kindness of Lao Lu during his lifetime, and cursing that the man who killed him was so vicious that he could not die. Tiecheng was so angry that she slapped him. Hit her mouth crooked.

Meng Fu couldn’t move. He didn’t even wipe the blood on his hands. He just looked at her coldly, then at the corpse on the ground, the pickled things like Lao Lu, and this woman who treats each other sincerely, what about his mother? The beautiful and resentful Xu Wan can live a good day in her life? And the man who ultimately caused her tragic ending, standing high on the throne, guarding the wicked woman, has long forgotten her existence.

The golden cage creates a pile of dross, and the dross are unwilling to bear the task, leaving innocent people struggling silently in the dark, covered in blood.

Meng Fuyao stood upright, expressionless, raised her head slightly, Zong Yue approached her, she took a step back, this step made Zong stiffen, and frozen like an ice sculpture.

Zhang Sun Wuji looked at her silently, raising his hand to pull her, she gave a little, and Chang Sun Wuji’s hand fell in the empty space. He did not immediately take it back, but he curled up his fingers in mid-air. , As if to grasp that piece of cold air, to soothe the stormy sea deep in my heart at this moment, regrets boundlessly.

Meng Fuyao just stood quietly and coldly, and it was cold all over, but not as cold as her moonlight, standing.

She didn’t want to see anyone at the moment, she didn’t want to see the grandson Wuji who promised to come back to find her but didn’t come back, and she didn’t want to see Zong Yue, who was unclear but 80% had a share in the affairs of the year. She only got a share. Let it cool down, thinking utterly cold in the midnight wind, what can you believe? What can you rely on? Those who love you, you think that he will never take you for this life, but turns around suddenly at a certain corner, only to find that they are looking at you coldly from the other side, and the turbid waves are surging in front of them and they cannot cross the boat.

It turned out that she, never, was just, alone.

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I finished this chapter without eating or drinking a sip of water. I stopped working several times during this period. I felt that I couldn’t bear to continue. I always waited indifferently when I wrote articles. The humorous and sad I was very withdrawn. However, in this chapter, I When I wrote, I felt pain.

The darkness that belongs to Meng Fuyao is cruel to uncover, it belongs to the most hidden human evil in this book of overall light. When confronted with it, it is so painstaking. When the novel is written to this number, the protagonists have their own Will, the plot is not completely controlled by me, if you abuse your parents, I am sorry here.

The truth has not yet been completely revealed. Some things still have hidden feelings. You don’t have to be too cold. In fact, life is always crueler than novels, but just like Meng Fuyao—we can choose to escape, but we don’t have to be afraid to face it. .