MTL - Legend of Fu Yao-v5 Chapter 16 The pain of truth (1)

From which world the wind floated, with the smell of soot and night grass, the wind is no longer transparent, with a thin layer of smoke, floating in the white, floating into the pale little hands.

tiny hand……

She looked down at her hand, when was her hand so small, so thin? It's as thin as a chicken's claw, and the nails are full of wood chips.

Sawdust...

Where are the wood chips coming from? She remembers her hand, the knuckles are long, the nails are clean, and when is the sawdust?

The wood chips fell and fell to her. She looked up and saw the black and heavy head, and the plain wood with a slight rot.

All sides are plates, long one arm, high arm, two arms, she stretched the arm to the amount, in fact, no amount, this is long enough in the heart of the heart, cooked to her closed eyes, also know that behind the wooden board near the raft A point-like dark scorpion, there is a small protrusion at the bottom of the board. It was originally a wooden thorn that was polished and uneven. After many years of touching, it was as smooth as a date.

Jujube egg... She feels that she has not seen this thing.

Why haven't you seen it?

If she knows how to bow her head, look at her little arm and small feet, look at the rope tied to her feet, and see the almost eternal darkness wrapped around her, and not far from the front of the darkness, the palace flies down The bell of the copper bell rings, and the sound of silence is introduced into the narrower world where the party is quieter. I don’t know where the light of the lantern is coming from, lavender, oh, every day, the light is on for three hours. When the time came to the sea, then it went out. At that time, she should be in the darkness of silence, and she learned that she was groping for sleep.

I slept, no bed, no pillows, some rags, and no rags in the summer. I slept in the sweltering darkness, sweating out and soaking the wood under my body for a long time. The board is darker and black like the sauce of the bottomless abyss.

The sultry, narrow, non-ventilated and air-tight space is still flying with mosquitoes, silent and acupuncture like a mouthful, and I have to turn around, desperately scratching, catching the mold and falling asleep, sleeping on two or three I was awakened by the heat, my heart was sullen and uncomfortable. Zhang Dazui was like a dehydrated fish, and I felt erythema. Some of them were scorpions, some of them were scratched, and they were pickled by sweat and they were burning.

Many places have acne - a person without any disease, born with acne.

So in the summer, I look forward to the winter. It seems that the dry and cool winter is redemption. However, in the winter, I feel that the cold winter moon is harder than the heat. The wind is coming in from all sides, and the thin wooden blocks are not blocked. Live, a knife like a scrape on the skin, and then cracked into the bone from the skin, the bones are rubbing, the bones are all ice, she wrapped all the rags on the body, the body Shrinking into a group as small as possible, still can not resist such a cold, so cold ... so cold ... let her worry about the age of small, they have to freeze an arthritis.

However, she can't talk, can't ask for the beggar, can't ask the fan to call, can't... can't step out of the locked cabinet.

Yes, the cabinet.

From the beginning of her memory of this world, she has always existed, and she intends to keep the cabinet forever.

The child who lives in the cupboard.

The whole world is a cabinet with a wide arm and a long two-armed arm. It can't stand and can only be smashed. It can never sleep, and a hole is dug under the quilt. She is sized from the hole.

The flowers outside the cupboard, the birds, the light steps of those free stretches, the cheerful words of those bright springs.

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

... Someone is tapping on the cabinet, the familiar three sounds, one light and two heavy, then in the gap between the heads, stuffed in two chilly hoes.

A woman's face swayed through the gap, young and beautiful, but she was prematurely embarrassed because she had been in fear for a long time.

Her eyes were sore and sorrowful, full of heavy depression, it seemed that she had to touch her face, and she had to drop her tears. She looked at her with a sorrow in the gap. In that kind of eyes, she saw the familiar narrowing. Yourself.

Everything, so familiar.

Familiar with the deep in the blood, familiar with such amazement, as if the sky is not seen in the sky suddenly burst into the white electric light, then she will open her dream soul and the past body!

This is not her now!

This is the five-year-old Meng Fu Sha, which is a five-year-old phoenix.

Nameless, nameless.

A palace girl has no intention of being adored, and the spring breeze has been born to the emperor, and no one has given her a name.

No one even gave her a chance to survive.

After the new one is established, the new one is good, and no one is allowed to re-enter the grace. No one is allowed to regenerate the child under her arm. She is born one year a year, but the harem woman is sterilized. If anyone dares to seduce Dare to give birth to the imperial family, to meet her is inevitably the worst way to die in the world.

However, that year, Xu Wan, a woman in the hairy palace in Yingying Palace, was pregnant.

No one knows why she is pregnant, maybe the emperor passed the palace one day, and saw the beautiful palace lady with the sleeves rolled up, the jade arms in the sleeves that slipped down like a dragonfly, the eyebrows are bright and bright like spring, they are romantically eager for joy; maybe It was the Queen who was pregnant every year but did not allow the emperor to apply rain to the harem again. It was difficult for the emperor to grow up in the long night. The road met the slender woman who came from Liu Fuhua, and fell down on the green grass like a blanket... ...

It’s just maybe, life that never lives can be verified, like the old things scattered in the **** court, which have long since decayed into ash, no one can afford it.

Ten months later, the world has no name.

She always remembers her first sight in this world.

She saw the house without lights, saw the pale woman in the blood water who cut her teeth and used the over-fired scissors to cut the placenta, saw a small jade lotus floating in the blood, heard the silent shackles she used to smack, and smelled the sky. The **** atmosphere of the land, I felt her face with tears on her face, and choked: "Children, don't cry... can't cry... we cried, we are all dead... beg you, don't cry……"

So she became the first newborn to cry, in order to keep the woman and her life.

Many times, in the long hellish five years, she thought about it many times, still crying, really, still crying, dead, sometimes really more comfortable than living.

At that time, why didn't you cry?

After that, I really want to cry and can't cry.

The mother of this world has kept her in the closet since then.

Five years.

Starting from falling grass, to five years old.

When she was five years old, she was young as a three-year-old child. Because she had long bent over her waist and her legs, her whole body was deformed, so that after the age of five, the master tried hard to let her practice martial arts and re-stretch the bones with high-intensity martial arts. She practiced so Hard, more bitter than ordinary people, is because she did not stand on the same starting line as ordinary people.

......Which world is coming from the wind, with the smell of ashes and night grass, the ash is the smoke of the fire in the backyard stove, the night grass is the spring grass born under the house, the green, the ribbon is long, falling Crystal dew - she has not seen it, her mother said to her at the low side of the cupboard, she listened, in the memories of past lives, I was struggling to find the impression of grass, five years of darkness, most of the five years What I saw was not the light of the oil lamp, but the light and shadow of the tip of the purple lantern in the distance. Although many memories of past life were remembered in her long-lost loneliness, the impression on many objects was blurred. I even thought about it for a long time, only to figure out what grass is.

Every night, the mother often leans on the cupboard, muttering something to her, Wuzhou and the seven countries, what is the current situation, what she thinks about, she seems to be afraid that this daughter will be miserable, trying to find time and She exchanged, she said, just thinking about instilling in the world that the little daughter belonged to the world outside the cabinet, but she didn’t know that every time she said a daughter would answer, a sentence said, a sentence, a sentence, just, no sound.

She can't talk, she can only use the silent words and the mother of this world to tell her only what she knows.

Something is very important. She feels that she must say that she must say, but every time she just sends out a monosyllabic, she immediately walks away, leaving her with a mouth open, a sad face to the endless darkness and despair.

There was a time when the mother said and suddenly sighed softly and said: "My child... you are the emperor who was born with lotus... You should be the most noble princess of the royal family... I don’t really understand it sometimes. God's will...why...why..." She got up and seemed to go down the bed and flip it over, flipping out something and handing it over to the seam under the cabinet.

She took it in her hand, a small one, a touch of jade, and the shape was really like a lotus flower, but she immediately smiled in the darkness - 80% is a stone?

Who has seen the most expensive princess born in the continent of Wuzhou, raised in the cupboard, can not see people, can only eat one or two cold steamed buns a day?

This **** lotus is nothing but a cool irony.

She slammed the lotus and threw the lotus out. The mother followed the panic and screamed that she was not sensible, and carefully hid it back. She leaned on the cupboard and said something a little fascinating: "...may one day, I can use this proof. Your identity..."

Identity? Identity is the most boring thing in the world. She doesn't need the status of a princess. If she can use this lotus flower for change, she will immediately kneel down to the lotus girl!

Is it freedom? Is it dark? Is it hunger? Is it just that you can never straighten out the painful life that can never touch the sun? And she can't say that she can't resist, the most cruel and painful in the world, the most unbearable torture that must be endured by the insults of the day!

Holy lotus! Filthy hand!

She hated the awful auspiciousness in her heart and forgot her cleanliness.

... She was kneeling in the wind of that smell, playing with the sawdust in her fingers, her chopsticks were cautiously cautious, and the accidental voice was a little bigger. Someone in the house was arrogant, and the woman’s suspicious appearance came. Come over to block the cabinet, the voice shivering is a mouse, she saw from the seam at the bottom of the cabinet, the ground slowly dampened, the position, is under the mother's skirt.

From then on, she even smashed the wood chips to be very artistic. I dipped slowly with the saliva, dug it a little bit, dug it down and knead it into a ball. Imagine that it was a chicken leg, a chicken leg... I haven’t eaten it for many years. The palace ladies are very harsh, their food is barely fruity, and they often go hungry when they have mistakes, so the time is long, she can guess the mood of today's surplus according to the number of hoes coming in, two gimmicks: normal, one hoe: mood Depressed, thorny; no gimmick: anger, the palace lady was punished, when there was no hoe, they listened to the screams in each other's stomach through the cupboard, and sometimes the woman reached in and wanted to comfort her, she immediately pushed away, and the mother thought She was angry, sitting in the middle of the cupboard and waiting in the middle of the night, secretly went to the kitchen to find the scalp and the more complete leftovers in the bucket, she was a half, and her mother was a half.

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

... She squatted in the smell of the wind, smelling the fingers full of sawdust, and remembering half of the ham skin that was stolen during the last hungry meal.

The smell of the wind suddenly changed.

Fragrant.

The singular and noble aroma, like the snow covered by the snow lotus on the very high mountains, is cool and sullen, so light and can't be ignored. The strange smells of the whole world are gone, only the order is left. The scent of people.

She looked up and tried to sniff, silently opening her mouth and saying: The fragrance of the king.

For many years, in order not to let herself completely lose her language function, she kept talking and spoke with a silent voice.

The aroma suddenly became a bit stronger, and it has already drifted away, but it seems to be near.

She was nervous and shrank into the cupboard.

This shrinking, the aroma seems to determine the position, directly to the cabinet.

She is more nervous - she is only the body of a five-year-old child. She has been trapped in the dark for many years and has no nutrition. She is not as good as five years old and three years old. She is still tied with a rope on her feet. If she is malicious, she can only bear it. Any resistance.

The scent stopped in front of the cupboard. From the seam at the bottom of the cupboard, you can see a pair of boots, light purple and silver side, very delicate, but a pair of small feet, like a teenager.

Look at the boots is very expensive, is not the palace in the palace?

She shrinks more tightly - the child is found by the kindly prince to save the bitter sea. It is a story that is only in the novel. It is a fairy tale made by a literati who has not built a car behind the scenes. The bigger possibility is that she and her mother have been Discover and then meet the worst law of death in the world.

The cabinet door suddenly opened.

It was silent, and she clearly remembered that there was a big lock on the cupboard. Now she has not heard the sound of the chain break.

The cabinet was opened and the thin daylight was pulled open in brocade.

First of all, I saw a delicate mandible. I followed the jaw and looked up. I saw a young and beautiful boy who was more beautiful and warmer than the brocade. The style was like a colorful Huajin, which was unfolded silently and openly between the heavens and the earth. .

His gaze is also a brocade, smooth and dragging, and she will pass her body in an instant - a small body, a thin face, a scattered hair, a horrified eye.

Her eyes that were adapted to the darkness were smashed by the sudden sunlight, and a lot of tears poured out. She looked at him in the eyes of the tears and looked at the shimmering eyes of the deep sea under the light of the day.

He seemed to feel that she couldn't suddenly accept too much violent sunlight, stepping forward and blocking the light.

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

She looked at him a little embarrassed. She knew that the smell in the cupboard was really unpleasant, and it was even more embarrassing to be in front of this fragrant teenager. However, he seemed to smell nothing and only looked at her intently.

At that moment, she suddenly passed a thought in her heart - lying, lying, not telling the truth. Since this person does not know who she is, then she can't tell if she lies.

"Can't see the wind." She suddenly opened her mouth and tried hard to answer clearly.

"Is there a disease?" He suddenly realized that he was looking at her whole body and brushing over her thin hands and feet. She looked like a sick child.

"Why is there a cure?"

"In the rule." Hao is also an associate professor of the past life, lying and opening his mouth, "Taiwan said, the cabinet must be closed for one month. A little wind can not afford."

The teenager smiled and passed a glimpse of his eyes. Suddenly he said, "You have to be blacked out..."

She looked at him blankly, but he immediately turned to the topic, "What is your identity? The daughter of the palace girl?"

She jumped in her heart and immediately shook her head. "No."

He looked at her in doubt, her heartbeat was fierce, and she didn't decide how to make up her identity. The eyeball saw the jade knot hanging down on his waist. The jade was engraved with the word "God is promise, both life and Chang "I suddenly understand that this boy is not a national, probably a prince of the Promise."

She knows that the Promise is a neighboring country. Since it is a prince of another country, she must not be familiar with the court. She sighed and said: "I am the youngest daughter."

He looked surprised and looked at her up and down. She probably couldn't see where she was like a royal girl. She calmly continued to lie: "I am sick, my mother doesn't like me, she has never touched me and hugged me. Give me to the palace girl to raise."

The boy was silent, and the pain in his eyes came back. He said: "I heard that the youngest girl is eight years old."

She started to have a headache. She felt that this boy was so hard to be fooled. She had to sigh and said: "I didn't hear that my mother didn't like me? I didn't have my name on the ancestral temple. I was hidden in the snow."

The boy stared at her funnyly and thought that the child was really interesting. It was really not like an ordinary child. He thought about it: "What is your name?"

She shook her head and put on a look of sullenty, and the boy immediately began to be suspicious. His eyes clearly said, "I don't believe that you will not be pampered or even have a name."

She was helpless and had to signal him to go down to the bed. He was hesitant, but he went over it. He took a little lotus in his hand and looked back.

She was arrogant and proud: "I am the only emperor in the royal family who was born with a lotus." He also learned the appearance of the princess in the previous TV. He looked at him with his nostrils. "Auspicious things have always been It should be on the noble person."

He held the little lotus, held the lotus in his palm, and suddenly smiled. The smile was full of radiance. She looked at it and then heard him say, "Well, yes, the most expensive princess."

He put the lotus back, smiled and bent down, untied the rope on her foot, took the "most expensive princess" out and hugged it on her lap. She was very uncomfortable - not to mention that no one had embraced her for many years. It is her soul. The 22-year-old woman can’t really get used to being suddenly taken to the man’s knee in the child’s position.

Then the chest behind him is so warm, his gestures are so gentle, the pair is the best for plucking the strings to make tea, the slender hand of poetry painting, the itching of her hair, itching to the bottom of my heart, like a soft string With her tight consciousness and soul, she can't relax herself and sink herself in the warmest, most beautiful, most inclusive and most inclusive spring.

He let her little head lean against his shoulder, took a comb on the table, and first carefully opened the hair that she had not washed and knotted for a long time, a little bit of reason, and got so tight Whoever cares about it is inevitable to ache the scalp, but she did not feel a trace of pain.

I can't help but be a little funny. Seeing that he is only ten years old, a teenager of ten years old is not the most wild, the most rebellious in his memory, the most rebellious, the fact that there is nothing to do, but also the temptation to like the girl. And this boy, but the water is calm, the water is generally gentle, when she untied her hair, the gesture is like picking up the flowers, she barely looked at him in such comfort, but only saw his straight nose. Exquisite jaws and rosy soft curves and beautiful lips, I want to see more beauty, but I slap him on the head and listen to his voice: "I don't know what to say."

She smiled at him and suddenly felt that this was different from others. Too mature and prematurely lost the young and lively people. The heart is almost like her, is it cool and vicissitudes? Like her, she always laughs, but the smile is lonely and lonely, from the darkness, from the loneliness, from the long sigh, a little bit of separation, how to see, it is painful.

Does he treat her like this, and because he thinks they are the same person?

He clarified her hair, gently combed her hair, and tried to give her a scorpion, but the noble and noble emperor, the hair may be able to cope with it, the scorpion is really a big test, he was busy for a long time before giving her After smashing a scorpion, he smashed the little jade lotus, but the scorpion was too ugly, and the flower was worn and twisted. He looked at the failed finished product and sighed to return, but she stopped him. I touched my head and grinned at him.

“Good-looking,” she said softly. “No one has ever written a braid for me.”

He looked at her, the pain and vibration in his eyes came back, and he said halfway: "Do you want to get rid of this day? I will help you to tell the emperor Queen?"

She couldn't help but ask: "Who are you, how can you talk to the emperor?"

"I am coming from next door." He pointed to the guide, indicating the distant "next door" and said: "I passed the place with my uncle, and the uncle visited an old knowledge. I waited for him to be fine, strolling around. But I can also go directly to the emperor."

She turned her eyes and thought that even if he was a prince, he was also an emperor of a certain country. A neighboring emperor of other countries could interfere in the internal affairs of the country. Can the emperor, who is a wife and a tiger, risk her wife to give her normal life by risking her wife? It is impossible at all. The biggest possibility is that their mother and daughter are really killed.

"No need." She shook her head and lied. "He said that she had already asked me, I can probably go out. You ask, it is not good to anger the mother."

He nodded and said: "Your birthday is eight characters?"

This she knows, she told her over and over the cabinet, for fear that she would not remember "the noblest princess's most expensive time for falling grass", she said to him, he thought about it, stood up and searched the house again. It’s so easy to find half-pipe bales and half old inks, but I can’t find papers. He thought about it, took off his robe, and inside it was a piece of light with the same material, he tore off. Half a piece of clothes, quickly brushed the pen.

He wrote and stopped, sometimes thinking about it, and he seemed to write a lot of words. Her curious probe looked at the past and her eyes immediately widened.

Cutout!

It is clearly a military-like map in front of her eyes. She simply read it and read some very fine art of war.

Who is he? How can you have such a wonderful talent? It’s hard to get a general poem between rushes and rushes. It’s hard to be a general poetry. What’s more, the subtle and mysterious, horizontal and vertical oblique reading must be written in the martial arts?

It was her surprise that shocked him. He looked at her sideways and looked at her eyes. She immediately took the shock and made it dull. A child who was only a few years old should not know the map, and should not understand it. Mysterious and magical.

He wrote the picture, tore the picture in half, and handed it to her half. She knew it, and he smiled. "Let's believe."

She took it silently, thinking, what is it? From the future, you will live your life with your emperor, and I will endure the eternal darkness of my eternal life in the cupboard. Is there any intersection?

Turning back and looking at the cupboard, this time I no longer want to go in, she suddenly moved, said: "You take me out to see it, I want to see the scenery outside."

She made an idea. He took her out and told him not to notice that she slipped away. From then on, she was free.

He responded, wrapped her with her cloak and hugged her out. She saw it from the crevice of the cloak. The place where she had stayed for five years was a small ear room, and there was a tent in front of the cabinet. Three times, I saw the pale yellow palace wall and the deep red palace gate.

She was delighted, and when he left the palace, he could slip away, but he suddenly became stiff.

Then he stood still, as if he was listening to something, he didn’t move. She was uneasy moving in his arms. He pressed her head. He pressed so tightly. She felt nervous when she didn’t have a reason, and immediately dared not move again. It is.

Then she heard the low-pitched sound, it seems to be his, but the sound line is very low, said: "I have something to do first, send you back first, wait... I will pick you up?"

She was a little disappointed, but now she was so anxious to be free to do so. She just nodded. He sent her back to the small ear room. The mother hadn't come back yet. She was lying on the window, and she looked at him and flew over the high wall. All eyes are full of envy of the high flying geese, but he suddenly looked back in midair.

The young Uighurs looking back in the air fluttered, and the eyes flashed in her eyes. She saw his lips move, one word, reading the lips.

"When I come to you."

The autumn sun shines brightly, and the young man who looks back in the sunshine is sincere. She meets such eyes and nods in trust. She believes that he will do it, so she takes care of the lotus flower. Put it back under the bed, the first time I willingly drilled back into the cupboard and waited for him to come back.

However, he did not come.

No more.

Because that night, she lost herself.

...Which world is coming from the wind, with blood and a strange smell, that taste... that taste...

She waited in the darkness, waiting more and more hopelessly, and suddenly heard the footsteps of her aunt. She was happy, thinking that he was coming, and the subconscious would have to throw out, but he heard the voice of a strange girl. Ruan said: "Isn't that what I saw here? People?"

There were more footsteps coming in, she was scared to the atmosphere and did not dare to come out. Hearing that someone seemed to be back to the girl, the voice was very low, but a slap in the face was heard with a slap in the face.

Then the girl’s voice slowly said: “I don’t know what the Royal Palace has to offer you. It’s too polite to describe it with waste.”

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

After being quiet for a long time, she thought she was gone. When she was just moving, she suddenly heard the footsteps coming straight to the ear room. The girl actually entered the room.

She walked around the house and seemed very annoyed. She said: "Uncle Yu Heng said that he came, why didn't he go to the palace? He didn't know if I wanted to see him for a long time? Didn't he hear about me? Wuzhou The most legendary emperor of the mainland, shouldn’t you see the most distinguished little princess in the continent?"

Little princess... 璇玑 The last daughter of the Queen? It is a princess.

The most legendary emperor of the continent of Wuzhou... is he?

Her thoughts turned over and over, it seems that this little princess is very interested in him? Also, such a young boy, not only has a peerless appearance, a few words can be seen smart and wise, but also wrote a worldly unparalleled ambition, which girl does not admire? The Wuzhou mainland royal family had a very early marriage. At his age, he was already engaged.

Thinking about it, I suddenly found out that there was no sound around, and then I fell into a gaze. I found that I didn’t even put the map on it. The half-clothing fell from my arms and fell halfway down the floor under the cupboard.

There was a bang in her head. I didn’t know if I picked it up or didn’t care about it. She wasn’t sure that the little princess saw this picture. If she was quiet at the moment because she was staring at the picture, she’s not stunned. Yourself?

However, before she thought about it, the door suddenly opened silently again.

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

Then she heard a soft bang, a small white hand came in and could not resist lifting her jaw.

Then she looked into a pair of eyes.

A mooring in autumn, not pure black, with a slight brown color, deep and far away, like seeing a deep coastline on the distant shore, or rising a starlight beyond the mountains, it seems to be calm, When I ran to it, I found the movements that were overturned.

Very special and beautiful eyes, the flashing light in the eyes is also inexplicable, not the warmth of the boy, not the sorrowful helplessness of the occasional mother, but the overturning, deep bottomless.

She carried her jaw with that insulting gesture, slowly saying: "Who are you?"

This time, I can't fool the past, she silently, don't go too far.

The girl stopped asking, looked at her body, and looked at the furnishings. Her eyes slowly passed through the consciousness, nodded and sneered, saying, "Okay, good."

Then the girl looked down and saw the half of the map. At first glance, her eyes changed brightly. She carefully scanned the figure and looked it again. She closed her eyes and seemed to be remembering. It seems to be in the experience, and then I have to put the picture in my arms.

She immediately rushed, and grabbed her hand to take it. The nails that had not been cut for a long time flew a quick stroke, leaving five blood marks on the girl's white hands and her eyes.

She did not care, and quickly put the figure into her arms.

The girl was stunned. She didn’t seem to think she would take it. She stared at her eyebrows and slowly cocked. When she raised her eyebrows, she looked no more calm and gentle, and she had some strong suffocation. She was shocked when she was twenty-two years old.

Then the girl smiled.

She smiled, no smile in her eyes, a cold steel needle, and suddenly her sleeves slammed into her face.

"What a rare thing?" She laughed. "What did he write? You just grab this for it? No wonder that I saw people here but I disappeared. He met you? Did he meet you?"

In the last sentence, she repeated it twice. The second time was all cool and cool, like a piece of ice on the ice bed.

"You? Just you?" She looked up and down the children in the cupboard, and there was a sigh in the corner of her lips and the anger that was defeated by such a person, but she suddenly smiled again.

The smile was almost gentle, and even a little compassionate, the flowers were generally open in the simple ear room, and then she said very softly: "I don't think I need to go to your arms and touch the picture in person, it is too dirty. ""

She smiled and closed the door of the cabinet. I didn't know where to make a lock. When I locked it, the moment the light and shadow were closed, she said:

"You will give it to me."

The cabinet was locked, and her gorgeous skirt swept through the light and shadow of the sunken bottom, reflecting the colorful light, and then slowly moving away. The noble princess no longer said anything, so she walked away.

She breathed a sigh of relief, sinking her shoulders in the darkness, and waiting quietly.

This little princess is not a good bird, I am afraid that there will be any moths, but she is completely powerless. She can only kneel in the darkness, waiting for the unknown fate.

I hope he can come, hope he can come...

Outside the sound of the sound, this time she did not move, she heard that it was the footsteps of the mother, some eager.

After the mother's footsteps, there is still a person's footsteps, which is also familiar, hateful, extremely hateful!

She suddenly began to tremble, her body was cold and hot, and the sand was grinding like a spurt of blood and blood.

Don't don't want not!

The conversation outside was vague.

"...the goddess passed me, I have valued it, I don’t know what else to do, Lu Gonggong... I’m sorry to give you a look...”

"Well! You can rest assured." The thick voice.

"...every time troubles you..." The mother seemed to be tearing her tears. "I was born to help you, but I also thank you for your help..."

"That said what to do." The loyal and kind voice was always so loyal and kind, but she heard a burst of nausea and trembling, countless things coming up from the stomach, a wave of rushing into the throat, but spit Out, blocked in the throat, smelling the nose, suffocating, breathing, she sinks a little bit in that suffocation, but can not completely sink to the end, can only endlessly in the darkness and disgust of the top Struggling, endlessly scratching for help, until the chest is scratched and bloody...

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

She silently churns in the cupboard, cold sweats, all language functions are completely lost at this moment, the words of the swarming are stuck in the heart, and the world collapses and drowns her.

The mother couldn't hear her silent screaming and crying for help, and she hurried out in a hurry.

When she went out this time, she could never return herself.

The thick steps, the sound of the broad feet falling on the ground finally approached, mixed with a bit of weird and a bit of excitement.

do not come! do not come! do not come! Please do not come over!

Silent calls and tumbling can't save the misery that has been hers for five years, just like the more than a thousand days and nights.

The purple robes fell on the ground under the cracks, the big feet of a pair of black cloth shoes, and the nightmare people she often saw in the past few years.

A pair of pale, exuding the eunuch's unique urinary smell, the fingers of a particularly slender hand, slowly, snakes from the seams under the cabinet.

Come in...

The snake squirmed and probed, looking for the young child's body in the dark with the rare slender, easy-to-follow.

She shivered, pinched her legs, and desperately shrank to the cabinet. Like many times before, I want to indent myself.