"Treasure Box ......" In the midst of the storm, a weak ** broke the terrible confrontation.

"Mi'er, I'm here, I'm here." Candle Chu dropped the red-faced Qiong Nu and flew to the side of the bed.

"Treasure Box...... Zhen Box...... Mi Cao's eyes were still fluttering, and she could only fumble and pull the placket of the candle coffin.

"I'm coming back and not leaving. How are you, but it hurts? Candle squeezed her hand, her eyes full of tears.

"I don't want to die, I'm afraid...... I'm afraid of the dark, Zhen Box, I'm afraid of ......" At this moment, Mi Cao faded the sharp thorns all over her body, she was like a helpless child tugging at the clothes of the candle tree, and the back of her pale and emaciated hands was covered with blue and purple blood.

"Don't be afraid, you won't die. Remember what I said? Girls with round earlobes can live a long life. Candle Chu smiled and wiped the tears from Mi Cao's face with his fingertips, then took her hand and put it on her earlobe, "Look, how round you are." ”

"You lied to me, you didn't come that year, I knew you were a liar...... Swindler! You are all liars! You all look down on me and want me dead...... I'm going to make you regret it......" Mi Cao's voice became weaker and weaker from the first sharpness, and finally it was almost inaudible.

"Mi'er, don't sleep, wake up-" Candle Chu hugged Mi Cao with one hand, "I broke the appointment, I lost you, I am a liar, you get up and scold me, I owe you so much, you can't just spare me......" The man's tears spilled all over his clothes, and the bloody atmosphere in the room became thicker and thicker. I lifted the futon and saw that there was another pool of bright red blood between Mi Cao's legs.

"Let's give her medicine first." I hurriedly walked over to the candlestick with the medicine.

"Feed the medicine? Now even if she is fed with immortal medicine, she will not be able to live! Candle Chu waved me away, he lowered his head and held Mi Cao's hand and smiled, "This time you are happy, she is dead, you are all happy!" ”

"She was the one who hurt me first, she was the one who ......" Qiongnu looked at the candlestick, and sat on the ground and cried incessantly.

There is no cure for the disease of blood collapse.

When I saw the pool of blood under Mi Cao's body, I understood that this proud girl really couldn't live this time.

In six years, she escaped the coup d'état of the State of Yi, the poisonous whip of the slave traders, and she even escaped the war in Yongcheng. But this time, she couldn't escape a woman's resentment.

The battle in the high wall and deep courtyard is always hidden in the dark, when the wife has a child, how can she let go of the pregnant concubine, especially a concubine who ignores her by relying on her husband's favor.

Mi Cao's embarrassing identity and aggressive temperament made her the side that Qianfu pointed to in this battle. If everyone regards her as an enemy, then how can the love of Candle Chu alone protect her? Since she sowed the seeds of resentment, she was destined to not escape the fruits of resentment.

I silently looked at the three people in the room, and couldn't help but wonder, if Mi Cao had been more sleek and humble, would the result have been different?

When my eyes fell on Mi Cao's painful but still stubborn face, I suddenly felt that my thoughts were extremely ridiculous. If Mi Cao becomes sleek and humble, then she is not herself. This little princess who fell from the clouds to the bottom of the valley may have relied on that bit of aggressive pride and rampant to survive until now.

"Mi Cao, my father has sent a letter-" At this time, a woman with a high bun, wearing a brocade robe, and holding a silk book suddenly rushed in outside the door. The same phoenix eyes, the same long eyebrows, but the woman in front of her is more round and rich than the thin and tall Mi Cao.

"Sister......" Mi Cao's eyes suddenly widened when she heard the woman's voice, she broke away from the candlestick's embrace and sat up straight suddenly, "Sister, is the monarch coming?" Come pick me up? ”

"The monarch's father has sent a letter, and the king of Wu, who supported the emperor, has lost the battle, and the king of Yue has promised to help the monarch's father return to China to seize the throne." Cao Ruren grabbed Mi Cao's hand and couldn't help but be happy.

"Treasure Box, do you hear me? My father is going to be reinstated, and I'm a princess again, do you hear me? Mi Cao's pale face flushed with a strange flush, and she tugged at the candle coffin's hand and kept talking.

"I hear you, are you tired? Shall we lie down and rest for a while? Seeing that Mi Cao had spirits, Candle Chu was surprised and delighted for a while, and he took Mi Cao's shoulders and tried to make her lie down.

"Nope! Zhen Box, the monarch is going to be reset! I'm the princess of the country again! I want to let those who look down on me know, and I want those who practice me to know...... Treasure Box, marry me! You swore in front of Qingbi Pond that year, I don't want to be a concubine, I am the most noble princess in the country! I finally waited for this day, and I ......" A beautiful and proud smile bloomed on Mi Cao's lips, and then she slipped on the bed with that smile and never woke up.

The roar of the man, the scream of the woman, the chaotic footsteps outside the door, the day after I returned to the Taishi Mansion, those noisy and frightened voices still echoed in my head.

Mi Cao died, and the girl who stood on the slave table and glared at me died in her lover's arms with her most beautiful smile.

King Wu was defeated, and Mi Zige, who framed Mi Cao, was defeated, and her monarch gained the support of King Yue. In the near future, Mi Cao may really be able to return to the country of Yi in style as she wishes, and then use her princess power to punish those who have violated her.

But fate played a great joke on her, and she died, dead before all the good things that were to come. Her name will not be in the temple of the Candle Mansion, her body will be carried out of the Candle Mansion and hastily buried, and she will be completely forgotten as a convicted concubine.

But I can't forget, ten years, twenty years, as long as I see the innocent face, I will think of her resentful eyes back then.

She and I are both floating leaves in the torrent of this troubled world, and no one knows where they will float tomorrow. Now, her wanderings have come to an end. And me? Where will my future be, and where will my end be?

This night, I slept very unsteadily, and vaguely had a few dreams related to Mi Cao, but I woke up and couldn't remember the scene in the dream. I stood on the steps outside the house in my robe, and two bright lightning bolts fell from time to time in the distant sky, illuminating the sky flickering and darkening. The wind blew my long hair and my robe, and I closed my eyes and let the wind rain down on me.

When will such wind, such rain, stop?

When will such troubled times and such strife come to an end......

This morning, Mingyi sent someone to deliver a silk book and a tube of reeds. Bolu wanted to go to Anyi in the south to recuperate, and Mingyi decided to go along. The silk book said that in the bamboo tube was a secret letter engraved with words, and the main thing in the Tianshu Hexagram was because it gave his life.

The people in the hexagram are the merchants who are responsible for collecting information about the countries of the world. The head of the Kan hexagram is a merchant on the rich side of the Qi country, but secretly he is responsible for collecting, buying and selling information about various countries. Ming Yi didn't say how he got this secret letter, only that the reed seemed to be engraved with the names of the Zhao family. He gave me the secret letter because he wanted me to decrypt it and bring it to Qi to hand over to Wuxi. If this matter is really related to the Zhao family, I should give Wuxian a chance to make meritorious contributions, and if it has nothing to do with the Zhao family, I will sell it, and all the proceeds will only be the medical expenses for my treatment of Bolu these days.

The lord of Tianshu gave his life for this reed pole, and it is not difficult to imagine what kind of astonishing secret it will be recorded.

If I had gotten my hands on it a few days ago, I wouldn't have been able to wait to unlock the secrets. After returning from Candlehouse, I suddenly felt tired and tired. Today is a tube of reeds, tomorrow may be a blood letter, I have unraveled this one, and there will be the next one. As long as strife continues, there will always be new conspiracies and new sacrifices.

I don't want to struggle in the torrent anymore, I want to find a sheltered bay, to avoid the wind and rain, the endless fighting......

After two days of stormy rain, Xinjiang finally ushered in a sunny morning. I knew that I had no way to avoid it before my fate.

In the light blue sky, small clouds like fish scales were blown by the wind and stretched to the top of the vast mountains in the distance.

People from all over the world have blocked the streets and alleys of Xinjiang.

At mealtime, the sacrificial procession departs from the palace. The black-armored samurai opened the way, followed by a hundred witches in multicolored feather skirts, beating leather drums and singing and dancing. The Marquis of Jin wore a crown on his head and sat on the Siji carriage in a dress decorated with the patterns of the sun, moon, mountains and rivers. Behind him were the four secretaries of the Jin Kingdom and hundreds of doctors of all ranks wearing ceremonial robes.

The onlookers on the street first avoided it, and after the convoy passed, they consciously followed the sacrificial animals and walked towards the altar outside the city of Xinjiang.

The altar built for the ritual is a five-tiered round altar with a height of 10 zhang and a diameter of 3 zhang. On the top floor of the round altar, a bronze ritual vessel such as the tripod, the gui, the skull, and the sacrificial utensils have already been displayed. Since the purpose of this festival was different from the previous one, the citizens and commoners who had come from Kuhara and other places to hear the news were allowed to observe the festival at a distance of ten zhang from the altar.

When the auspicious time comes, the drums are played.

Under the guidance of Shi Mo, the Marquis of Jin slowly walked up to the altar with Yugui in his hand. Killing animals, lighting fires, and half an hour later, the Marquis of Jin took Qingyan as a signal and asked the gods to accept the offerings of the Jin people.

In the sacrifice, the gods could not directly enjoy the sacrifices, so it was necessary to find a person who could be used to receive gifts and blessings on behalf of the gods. This person is the "corpse" in the ritual of sacrificing to the heavens.

And today, I am the mortal who received sacrifices in the place of the gods.

For this moment, Shi Mo took out the witch robe he wore when he sacrificed to the heavens for King Zhou-Wujin robe. This is a witch robe full of mysteries, which once made Shi Mo a myth in the world's mouth, and also established his unshakable position in the Jin Kingdom for many years. This time, Shi Mo wanted to use the "divine power" of the black gold robe to pass on his former glory to me. When the master died, he could not worry about his young daughter. This old man, who has the same face as the Master, also hopes that after a hundred years, he will bring this glory close to God and protect me from the bullying of others.

On that day, when Shi Mo handed me the heavy black gold robe, he said, if I put on this black gold robe and accept the gift of the Marquis of Jin in front of the hundred officials Li Shu, then I will never be able to walk out of the eyes of the world again, like him, and I will not be able to get out of the endless strife. This is the price of glory, the price of my peace.

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