Falling Dust led the people to the woman's vicinity, but there was no surprise attack, and there was no rush to make a sound.

The woman was immersed in the dance and looked intoxicated, as if it was inconvenient to disturb.

A few people looked at the castle, thought about it, and decided to go directly past the woman.

Continuing on her way, before she was at the foot of the camel, the woman opened her mouth.

After completing a spin, he asked as he closed his momentum, "Where are the guests from?"

Several people stopped, and Luochen pointed in the direction behind him.

The woman asked, "Have you ever seen a caravan?"

When several people heard this, their faces were different.

Luochen replied: "No." ”

The woman jumped lightly, jumped off the hump, and turned to the castle to stride: "Come with me." ”

The monster tugged at the dust slightly.

Luochen glanced at him to reassure, and then took the lead and followed the woman.

Seeing the monster's melancholy face, Red Clay joked, "Scared?"

The monster snorted and followed.

A few people followed the woman into the castle, and then walked through the hall, only to find that compared to the other caves inside, the so-called castle was just a city gate.

Within the city gates, there are many houses and roads leading in all directions.

Follow the woman forward, and her feet are walking on the main road. The large granite paved with flags is wide and flat, and can barely accommodate several horse-drawn carriages side by side. The stone itself is smooth, and above the smoothness, there are traces of time left by the chariots and horses.

Flower beds are built on both sides of the road, and the arches behind the flower beds are connected, and melons and fruits are hung. The arches are connected with columns, and countless shops are lined up underneath. The shops are of similar height, and the façade has its own details, and occasionally you can see a variety of displays.

Behind the shops are residential houses, which are scattered far and wide.

The prosperity of the past is looming.

It's just that it's all in ruin right now.

The pillars of the house, flowers, plants, melons and fruits have no color, and are only similar to the ground.

I don't hear the voice, I don't see the shadow.

A dead city.

Luochen suspiciously followed the woman all the way in, secretly on guard.

At the end of the main road, to a square high platform.

Words are Taiwan, but they are actually cities. Surrounded by pheasant walls, 100 stairs lead to it.

Step on the stone steps and step up to the high platform, and see the majestic palace again. Towers are stationed next to it, with domes rising and countless appendages clustered around.

Although it is majestic, it is also like the city, and it is dead.

The fountain dried up, the flowers and trees were colorless, and the glazed and decorated thin bricks also lost their brilliance.

But the statues and pillars, which were gray and white, were still gray.

The woman led the people through the garden and hall into the main hall.

There was a throne in the temple, inlaid with discolored gemstones.

On the throne was a magnificent robe, woven with gold and silver, pasted with peacock feathers, and embellished with jewels.

The clothes are already gorgeous, and they are more and more dazzling because of the lifeless air around them.

It's the only thing that has retained color along the way.

A few steps down the dust, the woman ascended to the throne alone.

The woman approached the throne and did not sit down, but touched the dress on the throne with a sad expression.

There was silence, and the woman turned her face, and the grief was gone, leaving only indifference. Chao Luochen and his entourage asked: "Crown and love, if you have to choose, what should you choose?"

Several people were dumbfounded.

In the past, neither of these things had anything to do with itself and never set foot in the realm of consideration at all.

The woman looked at the appearance of the dust and red mud, and realized that it was a bit empty to talk about love rashly at such an age. So he changed his mind and asked, "What about the scepter and freedom?"

Falling dust quietly glanced at the red mud and the monster.

The two men received the hint, nodded in agreement, and remained silent.

Although a few people did not answer, they did not necessarily have no fluctuations in their selfish hearts.

For example, red clay, although I don't know what love tastes like, I thought of Mo Ran for a while. The monster remembered the past and present lives of the master, and inevitably thought about the crown and authority.

As for Luochen, in fact, his mind did not stop at the woman's question.

When he entered the city, he saw that his eyes were full of life, and he felt that there must be heresy in this place. It's just that it is difficult to distinguish between good and evil in women for a while, so I have to be secretly vigilant and wait for the changes.

At this moment, when he was led into the palace and saw things that were different from those around him, how could he not be dazzled and not have doubts?

The woman saw that he was silent, and she looked around once, and she was suspicious. So he no longer forced a few people to answer, and told his own story: "The crown and love, the scepter and freedom, I chose love, I chose freedom." I don't know if it's right or wrong......"

The conversation began together, and then the narration followed.

Just as Luo Chen thought, this city was also extremely prosperous in the past.

All the ashes are due to the escape.

The woman standing in front of the royal steps was once the king of this city.

A king who was succeeded by an oracle.

On the day of the coronation, the ancient city was covered with clouds, as if it were covered with colorful silk.

The fountains on the high platforms gushed out fine wine and flowed down the ravines into the streets.

The streets were full of melons and fruits, flowers bloomed, and the costumed subjects toasted and celebrated, singing and dancing.

Miyagi is also full of joy.

The ministers and attendants were smiling and busy, waiting for the auspicious time to hold the ceremony.

The whole royal city was filled with excitement and joy.

Only the woman who was about to ascend the throne looked coldly at everything around her, and her heart was sorrowful.

He is about to ascend to the throne full of jewels surrounded by his subjects, and will be loved and admired by all from now on. However, she was not happy at all.

She yearns for being out of the city, for freedom, and for love.

However, no one asked her what she wanted and whether she would like to be the king.

The king was ordained by an oracle, and all men regarded it as the will of heaven, and they never questioned it or dared to question it.

Therefore, no one will ask her if she wants to.

The ceremony is about to begin.

After the embroidery girl checked the last dress, looking for the queen to change clothes, she suddenly found that the king was gone.

No one knew that the woman had already snuck out of the palace, out of the city, and was leading a camel on the golden quicksand.

Determined fate, at the last moment, she chose to flee.

The news of the king's disappearance quickly spread throughout the palace, and then throughout the royal city.

The subjects panicked and searched together until they tracked down the outside of the city.

As the knight stepped out of the city gates, the woman was confronted by a caravan coming from afar.

When the leader of the group saw that the woman was alone on the road, he asked her if she would like to go along.

The woman smiled at the city, and then found a way to persuade the caravan to avoid the road and avoid the royal city.

The caravan did not suspect him and left with the woman.

It's a pity that even though the smoke is far away and the figure is like an ant, it can't escape the eyes of the tracking behind him after all.

The knight followed in hot pursuit, killed the caravan, and "please" the king.

The woman couldn't resist, the drink order was invalid, and she watched the blood of the distant guests who helped each other stain the yellow sand, condensing into reddish-brown, and suddenly felt like ashes. When the man fell, her freedom and the little affection she had just kindled were buried.

Back in the royal city, the puppet-like people were dressed in gorgeous costumes, and the coronation ceremony was held like a puppet, and the woman has been numb to let others fiddle with it, realizing that everything has nothing to do with her. Until the end.

The last item of the ritual must be recited by the king.

The woman suddenly hooked her lips and refused with a smile.

They can cut her off and tie her to the throne, but they can't pry her mouth open.

The recitation of the oracle must be religious, and even if she is medicated, it is in vain.

The ministers had no choice but to take a chance and end the coronation ceremony in accordance with the regulations.

Although the woman has become a king, she has no intention of political affairs, so she leaves everything to the seat to take care of, and she goes out of the city every day to linger.

Over time, habits become natural.

So the woman's footsteps wandered farther and farther away, towards the way the caravan came.

After a long time, he suddenly turned around and found that Wang Cheng was dead.

The knight who tracked was outside the city, and there was a trace of luck left.

But he has long been standing in stone, looking into the distance, blurring his face in the weathering.