He also asked the old soldier guarding the door, "Old man, it is time for us, if we exert a little force, this gate will be destroyed, and we will be able to break into the palace with ease." Why do you want to stay here any longer? ”

The old soldier smiled bitterly and waved his hand at Brontë: "I'm used to doing it here, let me do the opposite, I can't do it." ”

"Then at dusk today, we're really going to go in. You should be careful then. ”

"Hahaha." The old soldier laughed, "I didn't expect you, the king of the merchant country, to have such a heart. But my mission is to guard this gate, I don't care if others run away, I will not run away anyway. ”

Brontë sighed and whispered, "This old man is so stubborn. However, if I really hurt him, I will inevitably lose a reputation for hurting the old, weak, sick and disabled. ”

He continued to wait outside with his men. After a while, I found a thin wisp of black smoke rising from the Fenglu platform from a distance.

"What's that?" Brontë exclaimed, looking closely.

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid something is going on inside this wall. We might as well go in now. A soldier next to him suggested.

Blanc nodded and shouted to everyone, "Attack the wall for me!" Go in and save people! ”

Artillery fire and ladders are ready.

The old soldier on the wall was thrust in and shouted, "I will stay here and never give up." ”

Brontë shook his head helplessly, whispered a few words to the soldier next to him, and soon, the soldier climbed up to the wall and carried the old soldier down.

"You scoundrels, let me go. I don't need your pity. "The old soldier struggled on the back of the creep.

"Just stay here." When Brontë had said this, he led his men and horses into the attack.

At this time, Janet also distributed food to the prisoners, and happened to come out of the dungeon.

"Brontë!" She shouted from afar, desperately running towards her husband, "What the hell do you think? I haven't done my business yet, why are you here now? Didn't you say okay, you want to give me a day? ”

"Janet! I can't wait now, look at her Fenglutai, I'm afraid something is going to happen! Brontë shouted too.

"Fenglutai?" Janet felt a pang in her heart, and hurriedly looked there, only to see a few wisps of black smoke rising outward.

Brontë rode to his queen and stopped beside her. I looked at her trembling in surprise.

"Oh no, Brother Wang likes to go to Fenglutai the most, and it may be him!" Janet's voice was small, but it was heard clearly by Brontë.

"Let's go, you guys come with me to Fenglutai." Brontë waved at the soldiers behind him.

He mounted Janetra on her horse.

"You just said that Ral was heartbroken?"

"That's right, he walked away with Bi Sheng's corpse."

"This fool, I'm afraid he's going to set himself on fire."

"How so?" Janet exclaimed.

In his heart, how could it not? He loved Bi Sheng very much, and finally found his lover again, and it ended in such a tragic way. Presumably his heart is so sad that he can't think about it. Brontë kept spurring the horse to run faster.

The sun was gentle and warm, but Ral was in the mood right now, and he couldn't feel the bath of nature at all.

His heart was cold, without any warmth or hope of life.

The loss of his lover broke his heart, and the shame of the country's ruin made him want to die for his country.

On the Fenglu Stage, Lal was surrounded by black smoke, and although he choked, he didn't feel all this physical discomfort.

By this time, he had become a walking corpse completely, soulless, hopeless, and hopeless.

"Father, I'm sorry for you, for losing the country of Budo. Brontë is so disgusting, that he has attacked the palace in spite of the peace he had agreed with you during his lifetime. I saw the group of centaurs, and their sharp weapons. They all came for Budo, for me. ”

He stretched out his hand and stroked Bi Sheng's stiff face: "I'm sorry, my love, I can't help you wash myself now." When we get to heaven, we will wash our bodies well. When you recuperate and our family lives well, I will never betray you again. ”

Holding the child in his arms tightly, a few more tears fell from his already dry eyes.

"My child, you and I are the only ones who depend on each other now. Let's quietly experience the last family affection in the last time. ”

The child was quiet, with big blue eyes and stars twinkling in them.

Lal hummed the ballad that Bi Sheng used to hum.

The fire grew bigger and bigger, and the wooden devices on the Fenglu platform gradually burned.

Smoke filled the small area, and Ral choked and coughed.

Under the clear blue sky, those black and gray colors are very eye-catching, and can even be said to be shocking.

At this time, Janet and Brontë rushed over.

They heard singing and coaxing children.

"Child, it's good to have you with me."

Janet said: "Bi Sheng also hummed this ballad before he died. ”

Brontë sighed: "It turns out that the little prince is also inside!" Ral, why bother? ”

"Brother Wang!" Janet anxiously shouted inside, "Get out of here!" You can't take your son into the fire pit. ”

"Don't come closer!" Brontra stopped her, "The fire is too big, too dangerous. The fire had completely blocked the entrance. ”

"Go and save my brother." Janet pounded on Brontë's chest, "It's all because your actions crushed the last bridge in his heart that he couldn't think of it." ”

Brontë was also very anxious, and ordered to the soldiers behind: "Everyone, let's hurry up and put out the fire together." ”

At this point, the sound inside began to become choppy and faint.

"Brother Wang, cheer up!" Janet continued to shout.

Then it didn't work at all, there was no sound in it.

The group of them, including Janet, went downstairs to fetch water.

Janet wiped her tears when she went downstairs, squatted down weakly, and choked up: "It's too late, when we bring the water, the prince and the little prince won't be able to live." ”

Brontë comforted: "Even so, we have to find a way to put out the fire." Mourn, my Queen. ”

Janet began to cry loudly, and Brontë told her to rest at the entrance of the stairs.

Brontë and his soldiers walked down the corridor and back, and with a single attempt, the fire was completely extinguished.

At this time, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the air was filled with mist, but there was no thunder and lightning, and I am afraid that it was about to snow. It's noon, and what should have been the warmest time of the day has become the coldest time of the day.

Jenny was in a hurry when she came, and she didn't wear much, and the helplessness in her heart aggravated her coldness. She wrapped up her clothes and hurriedly ran forward, and found the charred bodies of a man and a woman on the Fenglu Terrace, which was already broken at this time.

"Brother Wang, Bi Sheng! It's the two of them! And what about the little prince? Janet cried as she searched, "I haven't seen my nephew yet." ”

After a while

, Brontë thought of something and was going to flip Ral's body with a long sword.

"Don't, Brontë! How can you do this to my brother? Janet hurried to stop it.

Brontë said, "You calm down first. Think about it, Lal fell to the ground on his stomach, and if the body of the little prince could not be found, then where could it be? Only possible under Ral. I'm going to see if there's a little prince below him. Maybe the little prince still has a chance to live. ”

Seeing the sparkle in Janet's eyes, he provoked Ral's corpse with his sword. Sure enough, there was a small humanoid figure underneath.

But...... The humanoid had strange eyes, a round nose, a grinning mouth, and a wood-patterned uncharred part.

"Brontë, why is the little prince so strange? No, that's not the little prince, that's ...... A puppet! Janet's face was horrified.

"How so?"

"The little prince turned into a puppet?"

"No, it's not the little prince who Lal brought to Fenglu at all, it's this puppet. The little prince may still be in the dormitory. ”

They searched the palace, but they found no sign of the little prince. Moreover, the palace was already empty.

It was hard to find a faithful servant who was still cleaning the courtyard.

"Excuse me." Janet ran over, "Do you know the whereabouts of the little prince?" ”

"The little prince?" The servant hated the look of surprise, "It's been a long time since I've seen the little prince haunt?" ”

"Do you know where his nurse is?"

"The little prince's nurse seems to have quit her job three years ago and gone home."

At dusk, Janet leaned quietly on Brontë's shoulder: "Take care of the mess, my majesty. I went to the nurse's house, who had taken care of the little prince, to inquire about the whereabouts of the little prince. ”

"Do you blame me?"

"Of course it's your fault. So I'm going to punish you. ”

"What do you want to do?"

"We've been in the bureau for three years."

Brontë smiled and said, "I dare say that within three months, you will come to me crying." ”

Janet punched him lightly: "No, I will definitely punish you." ”

"Yes," Brontë looked at her dotingly, "I'm willing to be punished." ”

The next day, Brontë was working hard. And Janet rode in a carriage to find the little prince's nurse.

In less than half a day, I arrived at the nurse's house, although it is not rich, but it is also a warm little house.

The nurse opened the door and was shocked to see Her Royal Highness the former princess.

However, she did not forget the number of courtesies she once had in the palace: "Your Royal Highness, I really didn't expect that we would meet under such conditions." ”

"Nurse, may I ask, do you know the whereabouts of the little prince?"

The nurse sighed and said, "I knew you came for this purpose. Alas, in those days, His Majesty Ral thought that Miss Lenny was a fine worker, and after sending Miss Lenny into the dungeon, he began to dislike the little prince within a few days, and that afternoon, His Majesty Rall killed the little prince with his own hands. He was horrified when he saw the blood all over the ground, and after we had buried the little prince in private, he let me and the other maid who had seen the scene leave the palace forever with the secret. ”

It was getting late, and after chatting from the nurse's house, it was already dusk.

"Hopefully, everything can start again. This is the last time I shed tears, and I believe that everyone will be happier and happier, and those who are unhappy will find happiness one day. Janet looked up at the beautiful sunset, as if the three members of the royal family were smiling at her.

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