"Squeak-"

The old door was pushed open, and the long-lost light fell into the dark warehouse, kicking up dust and dust all over the room. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The woman in a gorgeous skirt stood outside the warehouse, her fair and delicate face was a little more charming, but the coldness between her eyebrows and eyes pulled her out of the dust. The artistic conception of half charming and half captivating city is intertwined on her face, complementing each other.

An attendant hurriedly stepped into the dark warehouse, the woman raised her hand lightly, her lips opened lightly, and she only whispered two words, "Stand down!"

The attendants were terrified, and they were about to kneel down again. The woman shook her head, her delicate white hand caressed the wooden door, and stepped into the dusty place.

With each step, the gorgeous skirt dragged out traces, and the dust was lifted up, and a gorgeous dance danced in the golden light.

The attendant outside the door was still kneeling, and the panic and nervousness on his face were undisguised. But the beautiful and delicate woman raised her bare hand and rummaged through the layers of old things.

Her face was as usual, but the movements in her hands became more and more anxious. It wasn't until she saw the familiar dark lines that she poked out her green white fingers painted with red dankou and pulled them out with all the strength.

An old thing collapsed, and the faces of the attendants outside the door trembled. The woman kept pursing her lips, and then slowly showed a smile.

The peony that seems to be in the next world is like the rising sun, shining with the brilliance of a room.

The puppet was motionless and lifeless, and its jade-like face was already covered with dust.

The woman stretched out her sleeves and wiped them slowly, her posture was elegant, her movements were gentle, but the smile on her lips had been withdrawn.

It wasn't until the face fell into her eyes again that the woman withdrew her white and slender fingers and pulled out a red gravel from the other sleeve.

The transparent fingertip tapped in front of the puppet's heart, and a gap just the size of sand and stone was revealed, and as soon as the woman's hand was released, the sand and stone fell right in, and the fingertip was a little more, and the gap in the heart was healed.

"If you can go, go yourself, and don't let anyone recognize you, and don't let anyone know that you are but a piece of wood. The woman's voice was low, and her soft voice was full of sighs and regrets.

She turned her head sideways, and the pearls on her head shone brightly, but they were not as dazzling as the broken light in her eyes.

The puppet lying on the ground was nothing more than a piece of wood from beginning to end, and its face was expressionless. Until the woman's gentle steps exited the warehouse, until the warehouse door closed again, until the slender back disappeared into the light and shadow, but the puppet seemed to come alive and slowly sat up.

It is the position of the heart that is pressed with one hand. There, there seems to be a real heart that is trying to beat.

The door of the warehouse was opened again, and a piece of puppet wood was carved into a puppet wood, standing outside the majestic palace gate as a human for the first time, the sun was dazzling, and the blue sky was no longer as vast and clear as it was back then.

The emperor who is no longer young is dead! died in the hibiscus tent, died on the gorgeous and exquisite beauty couch.

The news of the death was sudden, accompanied by weirdness, but no one spread it, and no one dared to spread it. Because the emperor is old, and before he died, the woman lying beside him should have left a big hole in the place of the heart that should have belonged.

A young woman as charming and gorgeous as a peony, but just a life-carved wooden figure. Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes were like autumn water, but she didn't breathe, and there was no blood where her heart was.

The bed was bright red, dark red in blood, and a simple pine and cypress branch ran through his chest and back.

The new emperor was reminded that in the dark, dusty warehouse, there was a wooden man who was good at dancing.

But when the attendants went to look for it again, the dust in the warehouse was still there, and the wooden man who had been brought back was nowhere to be found.

The new emperor was secretive, ordered that the people who served him should not spread the word, and later, just in case, he killed all the people who saw it with his own eyes that day.

And outside the deep palace, I don't know how many years later, there is one more craftsman who is good at handicraft. The Yanshi no longer exists, and there is one person who is good at the craft, called the public loss class.

Legend has it that he had a jade-like face and a cold temperament, but he had a good carpenter's trade, but he only made wood for carpentry, but rarely spoke, and everyone called him a genius, only he smiled and did not speak, and often put his white fingers on his chest.

He has been making wood all year round, but his fingers are as white as jade, and he has never been calloused. And the last piece of wood he made in his life was not carpentry, but a puppet carved from a piece of fine agarwood.

Legend has it that the puppet was a woman with a lifelike face and a delicate face, like a fairy walking out of a painting. She could move her limbs, but she could not speak, she could dance, she could not eat, and she could not laugh.

Those who know about this all admire the ability of the public loss class, but it is also a pity that such a stunning beauty is finally just a piece of wood.

No matter how beautiful she is, she is just a piece of wood after all! Wood has no heart! There is no joy, anger or sorrow!

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At the end of the story, Kai Ye stopped his slow tone and his eyes fell on the dusty oil lamp placed in front of him.

Luo Xiaobei kept hanging her head, and it was only at this moment that she raised her eyes, and like Kaiye, she fell on the oil lamp that was full of her blood but was no different.

"You want to light the oil lamp with my blood?" Luo Xiaobei's voice was hoarse, and the pain in her arm slowly subsided, but after she heard a story, she seemed to understand something.

The person buried in this mausoleum is the Gong Yi Ban, and Shuyou is just a puppet carved out by the Gong Ban to replace the woman.

But the woman herself was just a puppet, but she gave her heart to the public loser, but what she did in the end was to assassinate the emperor who was no longer young.

The emperor is dead, and the obsession is gone. With that red and bright sand stone puppet, you can walk in the world like a living person, and have supernatural carpentry skills.

The public losing class came from the hand of that woman, and the woman did not know who it came from.

But from beginning to end, all they have is a heart. and will not grow old or die, until this heart is given to others and passed down by others.

"Shuyou said, "Your duty ...... What is it?" Luo Xiaobei said softly.

If Shuyou's existence in the mausoleum was deliberately put in, why should she be awakened by Luo Xiaobei after sleeping for thousands of years?

But then she thought of a possibility, her bright eyes suddenly raised, and fell on the opposite side of the silent Kaiye, "She wants the public loss class to come back to life?"