I was full of doubts and confused.

He died and begged me to believe. He almost died in this prison.

I really wanted to believe it with all my heart, but it was very different and contrary to what I was used to knowing.

I could only purse my lips and not answer.

He thought before I did, and took a few steps back to stop pressing.

Gloomy, he curled up in a ball against the wall of the prison and began to pant. It seems that the mournful cry that comes out of the lungs, the earth-shattering coughing and wheezing, will be out of breath in the next second.

It's unbearable.

I tried to lift half of my body to see how he was. But due to exhaustion, he could only collapse to the ground softly, and struggled twice with convulsions.

After a while, he gradually lost his voice, except for some staccato babbling.

Inside the silence, except for the sound of my rapid breathing. There was no more sound from him.

Don't notice when you fall asleep again. When I woke up, there was only a faint flame left in the white candle burning outside, and the wind that had poured into the prison was about to be extinguished.

The old man was back to normal. I took the white cake and soaked it in the soup.

Seeing that I woke up, he approached with a bowl of restlessness.

His hand rested on the back of my neck to help me lift my head and drink the waterlogged soup he brewed exclusively filled with broken bread.

"Little master, you will have a drink."

I was already hungry in my stomach, and I didn't care what he was called, so I devoured all the soup cakes in the bowl. Even if you choke until you cough and wheezing, you are reluctant to spit out half of your mouthful.

To be fair, it's the hardest food I've ever had in years.

It was also a lifesaver for me after two days of dripping.

I gratefully said to him, "Thank you!" ”

He smiled shyly: "It's good that the little master can drink it." This sect is no better than the outside, and you will be the first to do it. ”

After that, he was silent for a while, and asked cautiously: "I heard my father-in-law here say, little master, you... Have you made a big mistake and hurt Your Majesty? ”

mentioned the sad past, it was not long ago, but it made me feel like a world away.

I said, "Yes." ”

He said to the Emperor: "Little master, how can you? This line of assassination of the emperor is a capital crime of the nine clans. What do you know about the general? ”

My father was far away in Nanyang and had no letters for several years. I don't know if he knows it, but if he knows what I'm doing. Will come to my rescue!

I vetoed, "He doesn't know." ”

The old man nodded in agreement. Said mysteriously: "If the general knows." I will not let you suffer such a grievance, little master! ”

His firm words blessed my faith even more.

I said, "Definitely." My dad loves me, and if he knew, he would definitely avenge me. ”

The more I suffer, the more I miss the good things at home.

I really don't know what I thought at the time, and I swore with my eldest brother to make a big fuss.

In the end, in exchange for such a self-inflicted ending.

The old man apparently knew my father. Praise a lot. When I wake up from my remorse.

He was still boasting, "The Great General is the greatest man I have ever seen." Niang Niang is also very worshipped. She often said that her eldest brother is the only man in this world who is really standing up to the sky. It is incomparable to the emperor who lives in the palace and only seeks pleasure. ”

"I've heard my mother mention you." His tone was more cheerful. "On that day, the general sent a message saying that Madame was pregnant with another child. The mother was overjoyed when she received the letter. She even sewed small tiger head shoes for you. ”

He held out his hand and gestured. Two fingers of different lengths compared a foot apart, and said happily: "It's such a small tiger head shoe." said that after the little master was born, he would be sent back to Nanyang. But ah......"

He said no more. I also guessed the ending.

But within this year, the concubine was born. Died in the early spring sun, and the whole country mourned.

I'll do the math. The year of the concubine's death coincided with the year I had just been born.

It's just that the people in the family really have nothing to do with the concubine. Daddy never mentioned that he had a sister.

I sighed. He patted his shoulder, which began to twitch again and again from crying.

It's hard to think of what kind of master-servant friendship there is. Let him remember for eighteen years. In the past 18 years, he has been tortured day by day.

He wiped the tears from his face with dirty, colorless clothes, and smeared them even darker.

embarrassed: "Let the little master worry about you." I...... I'm fine! ”

It's strange that I can believe that he just opened his mouth and came. patted him on the shoulder again and comforted, "It's okay! If Lin Jue dies now, I will also be sad and shed tears. ”

Take Lin Jue as an example. There may be an element of swearing. But if he really dies because of my words, I will be so sad that I will shed tears.

He was terrified and said, "No! The little master can't call His Majesty by his name! so as not to provoke death. ”

I laughed and said, "Killing? Who doesn't know that if you enter the Zongren Mansion, life is better than death. Since it's all like this, what is the scourge of killing? ”

That's all he said. He and I were both silent for a long time.

The cold darkness of the Zongren Mansion is engraved in the hearts of everyone in the palace. But now I don't know if Concubine Jing who entered the Zongren Mansion is dead or alive.

I'm afraid it won't be long before. I'll be like Concubine Jing. Completely disappeared in this harem. No one can remember, no one can read.

Pathetic and hateful!

After a long time, he said, "Little master, do you want to escape?" ”

I was not very happy to reply to him, "How to escape." How to escape? ”

He scratched his hair. "Old man, I have a solution. It's just that you need to endure it, little master. ”

I asked, "What's the solution?" ”

He said: "The people who are tortured to death in this sect will be thrown into mass graves in order not to hold grudges in the palace. Then you will need the little master. ”

Others are Hell:

The sundial is late, the blood wheel is sluggish, showing a mixture of Jiangxiang and Hunan provinces, and the ground line is slowly descending. I walked on the gravel moraine, overlooking the thousands of mountains and deserts, and the wind and sand lingered. In the endless ruins and ruins, in the ruins, gradually becoming drowsy towards the end of the boundless world.

The ochre halo gives me the armor of my clothes, covering the blue glow, like a torch extinguished, and the fire is nirvana, and the rejuvenation is renewed. The golden crow is fleeting, but it is not stingy with hot and warm, even if the curtain ends, it still spares no effort to release the final brilliance. Illuminate me, reflect me. The few remaining warmth and storage of it are all consumed, turned into a reactive return, and then regretfully exited.

Just wait for the night to be overwhelming, endow the world with darkness and chaos, contain crisis and fear, and let the beasts dormant in the blue sky and white day come back to kill. It was the beginning of the bloodshed, and it was the world that I grew up in and was used to. And in this darkness, there is a bright moon. Scatter the cold light, and the road ahead is clear.

I held the cold front, and continued to walk with the moonlight. Follow the boundaries of the flames of war and the remnants of wailing. Contrary to the people, the dawn, safety, open up and slaughter with sharp blades. Devour all the creatures that you reject and dislike under the sword, pour it on the blade, and splash the waves of blood that belong to the victor.

The layers of mist and fine sand accumulated in front of me along the way, and the vigilance that wanted to resist and welcome intimidated me, the vultures flapped their wings and chirped, and the lone wolf roared and stopped at the edge of the desert, revealing crystal green eyes, heralding death. But that doesn't stop me from crusade, ignorant and dull creatures are my rule of thumb for wielding my sword.

My target is lurking in the surrounding trapped, it snoops and fears me, has no courage to move forward, lives in the gaps, lives like a mayfly and an ant, ready to go without pain. It trapped itself in a square inch, but it whimsically wanted to destroy me.

Before self-confidence never triumphed over reason, I looked back. The scenes of the past flickered in front of me, and the dazzling array of jewelry toys from my childhood were burned, and the old soldiers with curled blades one after another turned to their hands. The old love of family and happiness is not worth mentioning in the face of the power of desire, I cut off the pickled head and let the filthy blood infect. All the bloody feet were buried by my own hands, but she was the only one.

Splashing ink in the dark night, the clouds cover the red moon. She asked in horror and grief, "Why?" ”

I looked at her, calmly and indifferently recounted a story, and then easily broke the sword that always accompanied her, the sword that had fought with me, the sword that had made her spirited and unparalleled.

I gave everything and began to wander. The demon seed roared and roared, and the thick blood was baptized by the sword and blamed the earth. I search, I traced back to the source.

I hope that the source of all disasters will be put to an end and mastered by me.

But this target is too far away, and the existing me is in a hallucination, and the person who is secretly detecting it has taken the first step in its attack. Intent on losing me, I sneered at the sword and slashed through this dark illusion of isolation and me. No one can stop it, no one can beat it. I don't know why it rushed to attack, but it was a step that made it die and regret it.

Wait for the night to pass, and the evening will come out. It's dead frost graupel set. And I saw a child.

A child who was crushed by the formation, heartbroken, and in pain.

He cried incessantly, longing for tears in exchange for survival and love, but I was the only one in this deserted ruin.

I'm too busy to take care of myself, and I'm slacking off to save me.

Until he wailed sadly, "Brother." ”

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