The short-lived joy of childhood, the helpless displacement of youth, and now the shadow hangs together, Guanyin Nu has grieved for her fate, but now, she will even lose the right to grieve.

She will soon sleep in the cold underground with Zhu Zhang.

Death was nothing to her, but burial was a great shame.

Why would she give a funeral to someone she doesn't love? Why has it always been someone else who has arranged how she should live, or even how she should die?

Why doesn't she even have the freedom to breathe in this world? Could it be that she was already destined to be an appendage of someone else?

Guanyin Nu bent down and picked up a small pebble on the ground and threw it into the pool.

The jumping ripples happily swam outward in circles and circles, and though they didn't know what was waiting for them further away, they always saw hope.

"Alas!" Guanyin Nu sighed and pulled out a scimitar hanging from her waist, a Mongolian knife that her brother had entrusted to her before she got married.

The knife is six inches long, and its delicate scabbard and handle make it easy to overlook its danger.

The handle is made of the bones of a Mongolian wolf, and is inlaid with a heart-shaped vein stone from the Gobi Desert, with clear veins on it like fresh blood flowing.

Guanyinnu knew that her brother had good intentions, and hoped that her heart would always accompany her sister, and she also hoped that her sister's body would always flow with the free blood of the grassland.

Guanyin Nu gently stroked the knife, except for her child, which was the most precious thing in her life.

She didn't want it to be buried deep in the darkness with her.

Her life is insignificant, but freedom cannot die.

Guanyin Nu stood up and slowly approached the edge of the pool. The pool of water in front of her was the best place she could think of for this knife.

The water is deep, but crystal clear. Sunlight softly passes through the water and shines on every corner of the pool.

If one day it is discovered by a destined person, after all, freedom will still float in the world.

"Princess!" A hurried and unfamiliar voice came from far and near, behind Guanyinnu.

Guanyin Nu clutched the scimitar tightly in horror and turned around: "You, who are you?" ”

"Below is King Yan's retinue." Redstone involuntarily stretched out his hands, because Guanyin Nu would fall into the pool if he took another step back, "Princess, don't move!" Be careful! ”

"Why are you here?" Guanyinnu's face was full of anger.

"In the next, in the next happened to pass. Princess, don't take your own life! ”

"Suicide?" Guanyin Nu was stunned for a moment, "What do you Han people mean when you say 'suicide'?" ”

That is, it was easy to lose his life without thinking. This is very undesirable...... You can't just die if you want to, will your parents agree? ”

There were hundreds of ancient precepts that slipped into Hongshi's mouth, and he didn't know how much Han culture a Mongol could understand, and finally blurted out the simplest and most understandable words.

"What if someone else wants me dead?" Guanyinnu's eyes stared at Hongshi burningly, and she wanted to see how these Han people who were full of benevolence and morality could justify themselves.

"It depends on the reason, if you're a bad person, you deserve to die. If you have done nothing wrong, no one can deprive you of your right to live. You come over first! "Redstone Road.

Guanyinnu didn't move her footsteps, she said hatefully: "You Han people have a saying, 'The king calls the minister to die, and the minister has to die'. ”

"Loyalty has foolishness, filial piety has foolishness, benevolence has false benevolence, and righteousness has false righteousness. Only change comes out, and all changes do not follow. Those who take books as the emperor are not full of horses; Those who use the past to control the present will not achieve the change of things. Redstone gasped.

Guanyinnu's confused eyes told him that she couldn't understand his words, so he had to make a simple summary: "In short, words are dead, and people are alive." ”

"Are you saying you can disobey you?" Guanyinnu's tone was full of distrust.

"Yes!" Redstone nodded vigorously.

"That's a rebellion!" Guanyinnu's tadpole-like inner eyelids, which are characteristic of the Mongols, turned into two angry scimitars.

At the last moment of her life, she let out a roar of rage, against the cannibalistic king, against the unjust fate.

"Whose rebellion? Emperor? The emperor also created a rebellion against the emperor of the previous dynasty before becoming the emperor. Rebellion is not necessarily heinous, it is only a weapon of kings. "Redstone vibrates with words.

"You're saying we can rebel too?" Guanyinnu's anger gradually dissipated, and he began to feel that the person in front of him seemed to be very determined to pull out of the quagmire.

Redstone nodded in the affirmative again.

Guanyin Nu involuntarily took two steps closer to Hongshi, her throat grunted twice, and finally swallowed the words of excitement, and just said lightly: "The emperor wants me to be buried." ”

"Funeral?" Hongshi suddenly realized, he was worried that the Guanyin slave standing by the pool would commit suicide, but he didn't expect her to be buried.

"Princess, don't worry! We can figure it out. ”

"Rebellion?" Guanyinnu's eyes flashed with a jumping light.

Redstone shook her head. Guanyin Nu lowered her eyelids in disappointment.

"Tanuki for the prince! Princess, this is the best way to solve this problem. ”

Redstone's voice changed in excitement, it was the solution he had just come up with, and he was thrilled that he could let the poor woman in front of him live.

"What do you mean?" A little hope ignited in Guanyinnu's eyes.

"Die in your place!" Redstone patiently explains.

"Replace with dead people? Is this, will this work? Guanyin's voice trembled, and he unconsciously looked at the stone path leading to the pool.

"Princess, I will arrange it for you, don't worry, please go back to the room!" Redstone walked towards the stone path.

The carrying hall in front of the round hall was crowded.

The gold-rimmed cockpours on the top of the arch looked down at everyone lifelessly, the black couplets shrouded the hall like night, the white paper flowers shook their heads dullly, and the candles flowed rows of white tears without interruption.

Relatives wore linen and filial piety, some were burning incense and praying for Zhu Zhang, and some were receiving guests who came to mourn.

Hongshi found Zhu Zhang's eldest son, Zhu Shangbing, King of Qinyin.

"Shizi, if you have something to tell you below, please take a step to speak." Hongshi struggled to reach Zhu Shangbing's ears.

"Your Excellency?" Zhu Shangbing turned his head to glance at the red stone, and then turned to place the white flowers that had been disturbed.

His eyes were red and swollen, his face was haggard, and he was the busiest and most tired person in King Qin's mansion.

"A friend of the Princess." Hongshi hopes that mentioning the princess can attract Zhu Shangbing's attention as soon as possible.

"Mother?" Zhu Shangbing really stopped what he was doing.

"Shizi, please come down."

Redstone hurried through the crowd and out of the Carrier Hall to the corridor on the west side. Zhu Shangbing followed.

"Shizi, your mother is going to be martyred for your father, what is the son going to do?"

Redstone looked at the tall, honest-looking son.

"This is the Emperor's holy decree, what else can we do?" Zhu Shangbing didn't want to blurt it out.

He has always followed the rules and has never had the idea of transgressing the ancestral system.

"Does the prince want to save the princess?" Redstone asked.

Zhu Shangbing looked at him in amazement.

"Your mother gave birth to you in October, and she worked hard to raise you, and you don't want to save her life now?"

Redstone tries to provoke Zhu Shangbing's willingness to resist with his true feelings.

"I think! But ......" a dark cloud covered Zhu Shangbing's eyes before they had time to shine.

"Just do what you want, do what you say!" Redstone's tone was unmistakable.

"You, who the hell are you? What does it have to do with the mother? Zhu Shangbing worries that he will fall into the trap of others, which is the instinct of survival as a royal heir.

"You are a friend of the princess, you can go to the princess's room and ask her." Redstone smiled calmly.

Zhu Shangbing lowered his head and hesitated for a moment, and finally asked, "What do you want me to do?" ”

A smile crossed Redstone's face, and he cleared his throat.

"First of all, you find an empty house and hide your mother's concubine. Second, find a woman's body and place it in your mother's room. Third, the subordinates who carried the bodies of the martyred concubines and the funeral palace maids must go outside the palace to find them. Fourth, the prince was personally responsible for directing his subordinates to carry the corpse. Finally, after the body is in the coffin, the prince must guard the coffin to prevent someone from opening the coffin. If someone wants to open the coffin, the prince refuses to open the coffin on the grounds of "great disrespect". Have you heard all these points? ”

"This ......" real steps were in front of him, and Zhu Shangbing began to be at a loss again.

Disobeying the holy decree will lead to death, and more importantly, for more than 20 years, he has used rules to draw circles and squares, how can he instantly break away from the rules he drew for himself?

His sallow face turned blue with urgency, and sweat soaked his clothes while others were in danger.

"The emperor doesn't want your mother to die, so you don't have to be afraid."

Redstone didn't have time to wait for Zhu Shangbing to overcome the obstacle in his mind, he knew it would be a long time.

He had no choice but to coax and deceive: "Your uncle Wang Baobao is called a 'strange man' by the emperor, and the emperor wants your uncle to work for him all his life." That's why he gave your mother in marriage to your father. The emperor naturally respects your mother very much, how can he be willing to let your mother be buried? But he can't make this holy decree for your mother to avoid martyrdom alone, he has to take care of the whole world, and he can't mess with the ancestral system. ”

Zhu Shangbing's eyes lit up, why didn't he think of this?

He rubbed his fingers nervously, as if he saw himself lifting one leg and preparing to walk onto the bridge.

Hongshi was happy in his heart, although the Zhu Shangbing in front of him was pedantic and old-fashioned, but he was kind in his heart, and he was particularly easy to be emotional, and it was not difficult to persuade him to steal the beams and change the pillars.

"The emperor doesn't want the princess to die, but he can't talk to you about it, he is an elder and a king......"

"I know, I know!" Zhu Shangbing's eyes turned quickly from side to side, "I want to save my mother, I will definitely be able to save my mother!" ”