When away from the dinner banquets of the gentlemen and ministers, the intriguing palace intrigues, the bloody battlefields of the Jin Ge Iron Horse, and even away from the noisy and crowded market, Mi Huang stood on the only high ground in the palace - the Dragon and Bridge.

What little fun is left now is to watch the sun rise and set, and listen to the music drift into the unknown distance.

At this time, standing alone on the top of these ten thousand people, overlooking this city-state, those blue-tiled houses or thatched mud houses are arranged in a disorderly and dilapidated manner between the wells in the market.

Slums like the slums and the workshops, some of the city's most dilapidated neighborhoods...... The wooden door was black and rotten, and the debris peeled off with the wind, but it still stood firm in the cold wind, and the door was closed.

Sometimes she is surprised.

After so many wars, natural disasters, and man-made disasters, how can they not fall?

When she looked closely, in this city containing nearly 100,000 people in the south, those thatched roofs that had been burned off half by the war, some people were adding new thatch day and night, and even half of the walls had collapsed, and there was no need to repair them.

In these seemingly impossible humble corners.

It is as if there is a suppressed force.

Under the palace, the peddlers and pawns, after a busy day, hungry with burdens, driving wooden carts, hurrying barefoot between the markets. Passing through the moat under the city, some people will stop to catch a handful of clear water from the moat that connects to the river, and some people will shout and put their muddy feet into the water of the moat to wash their bodies off the stench, and then they will continue to run towards the half-open firewood gate in the depths of the market, and they can occasionally see all kinds of wild goods hanging on their waists.

In the bustling street, the dignitaries and dignitaries, under the escort of the attendants in the middle of the home, can finally comfortably ride the ox cart and carriage, bid farewell to the towering wall in the rocking ruts, and then respectfully invite those white-robed witches into their homes to pray for the rest of their lives......

If you deliberately ignore the towering palace towers, the bronze armorers standing with axes, as well as those witches wearing white robes and mountain ghost fangs and masks walking through the capital, the witch whispers that spew Chanchan from time to time, the ghost exorcism flags hanging around the streets of every palace, and the black smoke of the dead burning day and night outside the city farther away, and the crying, roaring and cursing that sometimes floats above the city outline......

Everything was so calm.

It's calm enough to give the illusion that maybe it's not all that bad.

A thin white and red figure, with an innocent smile on her face, almost jumped on the unique flying rainbow bridge in the city, and finally knelt down behind her, and then twisted her fingers and stared at the distant mountains with her, the sunset, the long river, the afterglow gently sprinkled on her clear little face, the cold wind gently brushed the feathers tied on her braids, the pure appearance, sometimes even made her forget that she was in a cage.

She doesn't speak, and she doesn't bother.

This became their tacit understanding with each other.

When the sunset is about to sink to the bottom of the river, the last trace of afterglow will gradually fade, and the night is like a bat hanging upside down between the sky and the earth, finally slowly spreading its wings, wrapping the Jingchu earth in front of her eyes little by little.

A gorgeous robe gradually dyed with a heavy shadow, like a lonely soul struggling between light and darkness, leaning on the edge of the railing, Mi Huang's hand finally couldn't help but stretch out, but a pair of small hands quickly grabbed the corner of her clothes: "Wang ......"

"Do you want to get out?"

Mi Huang turned his head and glanced at the child behind him, just asked casually, and said to himself: "You are still just a child, I ask you what are you doing......

"No!"

The child behind him puffed out his cheeks and said very seriously: "Little Amaranth has thought about it." Since I was born, my companions and I have lived in the shrine and the royal court, and every day when I open my eyes and close my eyes, I see the statues of the four gods of the Eastern Emperor, Taisi, Shaosi, the sun, the moon, the wind and thunder, the red and white robes, the difficult devouring books, and the people who come and go are the same as me. Sometimes we are also confused, looking at the children who are playing outside the shrine, and at that time, we also want to go out and ......"

But God said, 'Every man is born with his own cage. ”

"Our cage is these ancestral halls and gods scattered among the earth, to ward off calamities, the farmer is imprisoned in the land and cultivates food, the scholar is placed above the temple to assist the king, and the king is crowned and enjoys the greatest power and land in the world, and deserves to be in the greatest prison in the world......"

Mi Huang suddenly lost his voice.

Just stared straight at her.

Only then did Little Amaranth realize what she had said: "Wang, Little Amaranth is wrong...... Actually, I secretly asked the priest what I said......"

She was very afraid that these self-assertive things would dislike the people in front of her, but before she could get a response, she was suddenly thrown to the ground.

Poof!

It's a voice that doesn't sound good.

In the winter twilight, it is even more harsh, chilling, breaking her original pretended "calm".

As she followed the prestige, she saw a dirty and vulgar servant woman bite the end of her hair and "bah" twice, and then grabbed the witch's delicate neck with her claws thicker than a pig's trotters, hanging nearly a man from the ground, and then fell heavily on the hard bluestone slab.

As the vulgar woman burst onto the bridge, the woman screamed and dispersed like a beast.

Huang narrowed his eyes.

"Lord Simiya, what are you going to do......"

All the bones of Xiao Amaranth's body were almost displaced, fractured, and he still stiffened and didn't dare to retreat, looking at the big palace maid who came out behind the servant.

"Someone!"

Si Mo's gaze fell on the witch on the ground: "Take her down ......"

There are temple people to catch the little amaranth, and the little amaranth wants to run behind the phoenix, but soon it is grabbed by several five big and three thick servants and young and strong temple people, and drags it back desperately.

Si Mo raised his eyebrows and looked at the Huang who was standing quietly on the side: "Why, now even such an ignorant child wants to take advantage of it?"

"It was Amaranth who said it herself. "Little Amaranth rushed.

Si Mo didn't listen to the excuses of these fools who were used, and looked at the silent Mi Huang: "You have to be grateful that I caught her, not Chu Gong." Otherwise, another round of cleaning in this palace is just a matter of one sentence. ”

Mi Huang glanced back at her: "Something went wrong here, isn't Mosi Palace the first to blame?" If Gu remembers correctly, now you are this palace Si Gong." ”

"You ——"

Si Mo mislooked: "He actually hides a vicious mind!"

"Mosi Palace teaches well. "The phoenix shook his head.

"Do you believe it or not?"

Si Mo stared at her: "I can immediately, immediately, call you to be dead in front of my eyes!"

"I believe it!"

Mi Huang hooked his lips, slowly looked back and looked at everyone with a chuckle: "But, ask for benevolence, and thank you for yourself, don't you?...... It is said that there is a burial after death, and loneliness is not lonely. ”

Si Mo was angry when he heard this: "You, this madman ——"

"Am I crazy?"

Mi Huang laughed at himself, and his faint gaze fell on the city outline and palace wall in the distance, like a feather that fell nowhere: "If you are crazy, it is better to be an idiot...... It's a pity that what is it if you don't die like this?"

Finally, the dark shadow reflected in the moat under the bridge settled, and the voice suddenly became cold: "Therefore, this matter is still covered up by the Lao Mosi Palace and you." ”

"It's helping you wait for yourself. ”

"I'm not helping orphans. ”

"I'm tired. ”

Glancing at Xiao Amaranth and the rough servants and temple people who wanted to catch her, he arrogantly said: "Come here, help Gu go back to rest!"

“……”

The servants, the temple people all looked at Si Mo, not knowing whether to let go of this little witch.

No one dared to move on the bridge.

"Someone!"

Si Mo looked at it for a long time, and finally waved his hand and ordered someone to take down Xiao Amaranth: "Drag this witch down for me and beat her until she confesses!"

"No!"

Seeing that the temple people started again, the other witches in the same company rushed to hear the letter and condemned it angrily, but they were only forcibly expelled.

The screams that resounded through the palace came and went.

Seeing that even an adult man might not be able to withstand the thick wooden stick of the child's arm, striking the witch's thin body bones, making a thumping thump bone joint, Mi Huang didn't even turn his head to look at her again.

And the little witch on the ground, who was convulsing in pain and blood from the corners of her lips and limbs, just stretched out her hand for help little by little.

Listening to the sound of abuse outside the hall, as well as the voice of distress in the hall, Mi Huang just suddenly remembered that four years ago, she was scolded by Princess Wu's cane, who could save her at that time?

Call.

It's just a waste of extra strength and a voice.

Mi Huang smiled.

waved his hand to the palace people on both sides, and the speed of the arm was very slow, but in the eyes of Si Mo behind him, he seemed to see the slowly moving arm, trying to beg her for mercy.

But when Si Mo got closer, he found that she was just laughing.

Looking into the smiling eyes, it seemed as if something that had once struck her as glaring and burning had been discarded, and in the bright light there was even a coldness and darkness that only people like them could read.

"Have you seen enough?"

The white yarn hanging on the bridge was blown up by the wind, and the jade fingers suddenly clawed, and the crystal clear nails were sunk deep in the softest white yarn.

Mi Huang raised his eyes and suddenly looked at his boss Mo's scrutinizing eyes, leaning on the railing, and suddenly stood up straight.

Si Mo lifted his lips and smiled: "No." ”

The palace people on both sides quickly followed Mi Huang, and she walked straight towards the central hall.

Si Mo looked at this scene, waved his hand, and did not ask anyone to stop him.

As if sensing her intentions, the eyes of everyone in the entire Hegong Palace instantly focused on her, and they collectively looked up at her, as if they were looking forward to her next step with some kind of bad taste.

The temple people in charge of the punishment suddenly became nervous, and the speed at which the sticks raised seemed to fall two beats slower.

The Ariya man walked up to her, trying to stop her from making her next move.

Pity.

Their hopes were all in vain.

She didn't do anything, just glanced down at the young girl who was being tortured on the ground, only eight or nine years old, the snow-white robe was covered with bright red blood, and her thin body was already vulnerable.

She just said coldly: "Instead of living in pain, why don't you die happily? ”

After speaking, she seemed to suddenly remember: "Oh, if you see him, please help Gu also ask why he is still alone in the world." ”

"Thank you. ”

As soon as the words fell, she walked straight away from her.

On the bridge, under the bridge......

Because of the high-sounding words that told her to die, there was only a dead silence, and the miserable white winter day of early winter suddenly pierced through the thick clouds, through the dome paved with green tiles, and shone on the inky clothes she walked, falling mottled and changing light and shadow.

The little witch lying on the ground suddenly let out a loud whimper.

"Woooooooooo......oo Wang ......"

The next moment.

A streak of blood spilled from the corner of her lips, and the witch's tiny body lay limply down, unable to move any longer.

The person in charge of the punishment shouted helplessly: "Prisoner...... Kill yourself!"

Si Mo cursed and stepped forward: "Damn it!"

When she closed her eyes, Si Mo only had time to see that the stupid witch's face was obviously being used, but there was still a clean smile on her face, which made her feel so dazzling: "I always knew...... The king wants to go out...... Even if it is ...... in the way of death"

But the priest said that no matter whose life there is, there is a moment when God has stopped and stayed. The king is still alive, and Amaranth believes that this is proof that he has been favored by God......"

"Therefore, please don't talk about life and death ...... lightly."

"Little amaranth, death is enough. ”

“……”

But until the last moment of her last breath, she didn't see the slightest turn back, or call someone to come to help, and even walked into the palace indifferently and danced.

The witches witnessed the tragic fate of their fellow gods and the indifference of the women, and finally could only scold in unison: "The faint king ——"

"What is it called Lonely?" Mi Huang turned around and replied, asking with a smile.

"Do you want to dance with Lonely?"

"Dance!"

The black clouds drifted in, quietly covering the winter day, like an iron curtain shrouding the palace.

Dressed in a black dress with crow feathers and jade ornaments hanging from her waist, she faced the sound of the horns of the palace and danced unbridled under the black phoenix flag.

Bang——

Let go of the witch who has no breath under her palm.

After staring at it for a long time, Si Mo was convinced that the woman dancing among the feathered witches at this time was the one she had served for nearly a year, and now she had become a lonely queen!

Probably she's crazy!

But the phoenix dance is still herself.

even closed his palms loudly: "Hu Buge?" Xuanren plays music.

The sound of tinkling music was everywhere, and all the female musicians danced happily again, as if they did not know that there was a person who had just breathed outside the hall, and even she invited the witches who hated her to dance with her, and the witches cursed her with the song of the earth:

"A rat has a skin, but a man has no rites, and if a man has no rites, what is it to not die?

Rats have teeth, people have no end, people have no end, why don't they die?

A rat has a body, but a person is rude, and a man is rude, and he will die without a will?"

An indignant song "Xiang Rat" spread throughout the palace, and even the entire court and the capital were alarmed again.

Countless voices of "Faint King, Hu Bu Die—— rang out angrily from all corners of the city!

In the dark, someone let out a faint breath.

With his hands in his sleeves, he bent his waist and said softly: "It is a dog, and it is used for sacrifice, and when it is done, it is abandoned and practiced (when the god is sacrificed, it is a substitute for livestock made of grass-tied imitation of a dog's head, because the cheap sacrifice will be thrown away when it is used up). Abandon it like a dog, so you can't bear it?"

"If you save her now, she'll still die. ”

His fingers gently rubbed the polished smooth stone wall, as if caressing the body of the dead witch, and his eyes were cold, "Your cruelty is the greatest mercy to her. ”

“……”

The white figure standing in the dark was obviously a benevolent person, and he couldn't bear to frown, but he could only swallow the words pressed under his throat alive, and muttered secretly, but the other party had already waved his old hand and held the arm of the person next to him: "Let's go." ”

"Soon the storm will sweep us all in......"

"You don't want to come forward, you have to come forward. ”

The white figure nodded.

After taking two steps, the person next to him suddenly paused, pointed to the sky above his head, and then glanced back at him: "By the way, you said that the gods would really hear this child's prayer?"

"Or is the god deaf?"

"Let you cry and beg for blessings, but you will only be indifferent. ”

When the white figure heard this, he turned his head to look at the slender figure dancing in the middle of the temple in the middle of the female music, and there was still a trace of confusion and hesitation in his mind, but after thinking about it, he said: "Once a man fell into the bottom of the well, he knelt on the ground and begged for blessings, and the gods appeared at the mouth of the well and said to him: I am already saving you." ”

But he looked up and asked the gods, "How did you save me?"

But the gods said nothing. ”

Speaking of this, he looked directly at the other party's rickety waist and legs: "If God wants to bless people, he must first set an example of small misfortunes, and see that he will save them." If the heavens want to harm people, they must first be proud of them with small blessings, and see that they will receive it. ”

Hearing this, the old man patted the other party's shoulder and pondered: "If you are a little blessed, you will be arrogant, and if you don't suffer from a small disaster, you will die." ”

Helplessly: "It's just that someone will be more unbearable than her ending today......"

"Let's go, this is not a place for you and me to stay for long. ”

The old man no longer looked at him, but looked at the soldiers standing in the hall built by the boulder and the palace people with blazing eyes, turned and left, and on the blue bricks they had left, a piece of white bird feathers gently fell in the wind, as if it represented that someone had stopped here.

……

Child, falling into the well of fate may be the beginning of salvation.