In the middle of summer, the sky is clear, and the sun is like fire.

Colorful birds chirp, shaking their dew-stained feathers, accompanied by melodious songs, riding the wind and waves, circling and flying up to the clouds.

Dou Qingshuang sat in a huge cage, playing with a wooden hairpin inlaid with emeralds in his hand, looking at the only hole above his head that could see the outside world.

"Eat."

With a rough and cold voice, mixed with the smell of swill, mixed vegetables and rice were handed in.

Dou Qingshuang didn't retract her gaze, licked the corners of her dry lips, and her voice was hoarse, "Now, what time is it." ”

The man didn't reply, and after a while, he put down a steamed bun on the grass next to the bowl of food, didn't say anything more, got up and left.

The two have maintained this conversation for several years.

And letting her eat a mouthful of clean food is the only remaining goodness in this man's heart.

Dou Qingshuang laughed silently.

Coming to this world was a pure accident.

She was just a surgeon at the research institute, and on her way home from work, she saw a man lying on the ground, and out of kindness, she went up to check, never expecting that this man got up and stabbed herself in the chest.

When she opened her eyes again, she was the youngest daughter of Dou Chunting of Nanshu Kingdom.

She lived a carefree and happy childhood, until the Mid-Autumn Festival when she was five years old, a group of masked black-clothed people sneaked into the Dou Mansion and killed more than 100 people in the Dou family.

As soon as the royal family found the culprit, the news of Dou Chunting's death came from the front line, and his brother Dou Tiankuo, who was defeated on the battlefield for the first time, was captured by the enemy and died of humiliation.

Nanshu was in mourning, and the emperor handed over the young Dou Qingshuang to her aunt Dou Chunyun to raise. Dou Chunyun has been married to Jiang Chenning of the Jiang family for several years, so he has also escaped.

On the night when she finished sending the spirit to her parents, Dou Qingshuang was secretly sent out of Jiang's Mansion by Dou Chunyun and locked up in this distant cage.

This level is decades.

Over the years, she hadn't seen a second person except the man who brought her food every day.

Dou Qingshuang took out a silver hairpin from her arms, which was a relic that she secretly plucked from her dead mother's head, she took it out from time to time and polished it on the ground, and now it is extremely sharp, and can easily pierce human necks.

The heavy stone door slowly opened, Dou Qingshuang paused, looked up, and a girl who was about fifteen or sixteen years old slowly walked in front of Dou Qingshuang against the light.

The girl's clothes are gorgeous, the skirt is like a flower, she is holding a pink arm veil, willow eyebrows and big eyes, a little powder, a golden step on the side of the bun, and her face is covered with pink tulle.

"You're the person your aunt said you were?" The girl looked her up and down, stretched out her hand to cover her snort, her eyes were full of disgust, and she stretched out her hand to her, "Quickly hand over my mother's relics." ”

Dou Qingshuang's eyes fell on the girl's palm, which was white and soft, and even the nails were finely polished, not like her own withered claws, so it was not ugly.

"Bold thief!" When the girl saw her staring at her palm, she was ashamed and angry, her tone was stained with viciousness, and she pointed to the silver hairpin in her hand, "Don't defile Miss Ben's son with your dirty hands!" It's disgusting, when I go back, I will definitely ask my aunt to beat you to death! ”

"Who are you, and who is your aunt," Xu has not seen a living person for a long time, Dou Qingshuang actually has a trace of patience, "This hairpin is the most important thing in my life, what you say is yours is yours?" ”

"You deserve to know who Miss Ben is?"

Dou Qingshuang put one end of the silver hairpin at his feet, "Then I'll fold it." ”

"You dare!" The girl was anxious, Shaoqing, and looked at her with an arrogant expression, "Miss Dou Qingshuang, my aunt is Dou Chunyun, the first lady of Beijing." ”

"The silver hairpin in your hand is my mother's relic," the girl's tone was slightly lower, as if she was a little sad, "my aunt did not kill you, which is the greatest kindness, and if you still have some conscience, return my mother's things to me." ”

"You say you're Dou Qingshuang?" The woman's lowered eyes stared at the silver hairpin in her hand, the silver light was a little dazzling, and she suddenly smiled, "Did Dou Chunyun ask you to come here?" ”

"I don't know what to do, my aunt's name is also what you can call?" The girl glared at her fiercely, took out a handkerchief and threw it at her, "Wipe the hairpin clean, if it is destroyed, I will make you worse than dead!" ”

"Okay." Dou Qingshuang picked up the handkerchief, wrapped the silver hairpin carefully, and slowly walked to the prison door, "Give it back to you." ”

The girl was very disgusted, and she really wanted Dou Qingshuang to throw it on the ground and pick it up by herself, but there was a foul smell everywhere in this cell, and the feeling of stepping on the ground was soft, and it felt very disgusting, and she couldn't wait to go out immediately, and she never wanted to come to this ghost place again!

The girl covered her nose with one hand, and the fingertips of one hand just touched the corner of the silver hairpin, and the thin hand grabbed her hand fiercely, and the stinging sensation on the back of the hand made the girl's scalp numb for a while, and the next second, she was dragged by a force, and her forehead and front body hit the stake of the cage hard.

Before the girl screamed in pain, Dou Qingshuang covered her mouth, pressed her hands lightly on the veins of her neck, and said quietly, "Didn't Dou Tiankuo teach you this trick?" ”

"You, you, Hugh want to mention Miss Ben's brother's name," the girl's broken voice came from between her fingers, she was in terrible pain, the hand that covered her mouth made her feel disgusted, and she only hated herself for having to sneak here, "You, you let go, let go of Miss Ben." ”

"You want to be Dou Qingshuang, my father, mother, brother, and the Dou family is one hundred and ninety-four, I'm afraid I won't agree," the corners of Dou Qingshuang's lips slowly curved a little, and the black clouds at the bottom of her eyes rolled, bottomless, "However, I still thank you." ”

Go out of your way and let me out.

The girl felt that it was dark in front of her, and she knew nothing.

The heavy mountain gate was pushed open again, and the man came in against the light, he was burly, with a patterned mark on the corner of his eye, and a scar extending from his forehead to his lips, ugly and hideous, and he carried a blood-stained axe in his hand, and stopped at a distance from her.

Dou Qingshuang looked up at the man who walked over, it was the first time in so many years that she had seen this man so closely.

The man suddenly cracked his mouth and smiled, with black teeth and bloody mouth, cold and weird.

He ran over and smashed the chest of the girl on the ground with one kick, the girl spat out a mouthful of blood and died on the spot, the man's body was crooked, and the axe stuck in the iron lock of the cell door.

The iron lock was made of extraordinary iron, but the man's strength was amazing, and he split it in half, but he didn't think about it, but the axe was stuck in the iron lock, and the man's throat let out a beast-like roar, his eyes were red, and the green tendons on his neck were throbbing.

The air was mixed with the fishy smell of blood and earth, and there was a faint trace of strong fragrance, which caused people's hearts to throb in an instant, Dou Qingshuang's heart trembled slightly, holding his breath, his eyes were like an eagle, and when the man pulled out the axe with all his strength, it swept by like a meteor, and pierced the silver hairpin in his hand into the man's neck.

Blood flowed like mist, and the man fell to the ground and died.

At the same time, in the distance of the ten thousand mountains, in a magnificent golden palace, a white flower quietly bloomed, full of flowers, but just a breath, the flowers all fell, fluttering with the wind, the petals fell on the pointer of the compass on the desk, the pointer of the bones and bones stopped, and there were only two words pointing:

Breaking the border.