Mu Huai saw people in the secluded alley next to him.

In a quiet alley, the little girl stands quietly under the tree, staring reverently at the tempting fruit hidden among the green leaves.

A cool breeze blew at the end of the alley, blowing the corners of the little girl's skirt, like a fairy about to return with the wind.

Rustle Rustle –

The leaves are shaking.

The air seemed to be filled with fruity aromas.

Mu Huai found that she was actually very good-looking.

When it's quiet.

It gives people a sense of tranquility and gentleness.

But when she thought of the angry way she spoke, Mu Huai had no thoughts.

Well...... Can you eat the fruit?

Mingshu came out of the alley with the fruit, and when he saw Mu Huai standing here, he was slightly surprised, and guarded the fruit tightly, "Uncle Huang, why haven't you left yet." ”

Mu Huai turned around without saying a word.

Mingshu: What are you doing with ......?

Which tendon didn't match correctly?

Mu Huai didn't walk fast, it seemed that he was deliberately waiting for Mingshu, the Huai Palace, and the palace were two directions, but Mu Huai intended to send Mingshu back.

Until he saw the majestic outline of the palace, he slowly stopped his steps, turned his back to Mingshu and said, "Don't come out of the palace if you have nothing to do." ”

Mingshu is a little baffled.

This cheap imperial uncle is very abnormal today.

It can't be because he burned the painting, he is angry, right?

"Uncle Huang, are you stimulated today? Do you want...... Eh, don't go, Uncle Huang. ”

Before Mingshu could speak, Mu Huai left first, he was afraid that he would hear something he didn't like for a while, and he wanted to strangle her again.

Mingshu scratched his head, looked at the fruit in his pocket, and immediately smiled, throwing Mu Huai behind his head.

Mingshu returned to the Divine Temple and was scolded by the ancestral master, and Mingshu's indifferent appearance was so angry that the ancestral master directly locked her up.

Mingshu faced the little black house and was depressed. The emperor gave her the painting, right? That's hers, right? Whether she burns or tears or gives away, she can't make a decision herself?

"No one is allowed to let her out without my permission." The hall master's angry voice sounded from outside, followed by the sound of footsteps fading away.

It took a while for Zhiqi's voice to sound through the door, "Princess...... Are you alright? ”

"Zhiqi, it's so dark here, you can get me something to eat to suppress the shock."

Does "......" black have anything to do with eating? Knowing the chess is embarrassed, "Princess, the ancestral master said that he can't send you food." ”

"You send it secretly, I don't tell others."

Before Zhiqi could answer, he was interrupted, "Zhiqi, the ancestral hall master called you, leave it to me to watch here." ”

"Ah, but ......"

"Go quickly, the shrine master is waiting for you."

Zhiqi entangled with the people outside for a while, but the effect was not good, Zhiqi could only feel guilty and let Mingshu reflect well, and she would beg the ancestral master to release her quickly.

Mingshu lay on the door without love, and when she was let out, she would have starved to death.

"Princess, the ancestral hall master locked you up in order to keep you out of the limelight, and Your Majesty is furious. You can be aggrieved for a while, and when the limelight is over, the ancestral master will let you out. ”

The old fox is really hard to serve.

There was only a small window in the small dark room that opened very high, and Mingshu couldn't reach it at all, not to mention that she couldn't change seventy-two now, and she couldn't fly out.

Mingshu sat down cross-legged, and the time passed minute by minute, I don't know how long it was, and the light outside was getting darker and darker.

It was even darker in the little dark room.

Mingshu touched his hungry stomach, so hungry.

She folded her hands, and someone would bring me food, someone would bring me food, someone would bring me food.

Click.

Someone threw a stone inside from the small window and smashed it on the floor in front of Mingju.

Mingshu blinked, and now the prophecy is so fast?

"Are you in there?" The deliberately muffled voice sounded from outside the small window.

Prince?

How did he get here......

Mingshu approached the small window, "Is there something wrong with the prince?" ”

There was a strange movement outside, and then Mingshu saw a dark shadow appear at the door of the small window, and the prince's voice was much clearer, "I didn't let you protect this body, what did you run to do today?" Who is responsible for what happened? ”

Mingshu: "......" climbed the wall in the middle of the night to educate me, this prince is afraid that it is poisonous.

"I don't care what you're going to do, but you can't let her body hurt a bit, it's not yours."

"The prince has a very serious problem right now." Mingshu interrupted Mu Ze.

"You're hurt?" The people outside suddenly became nervous, "Where is the injury?" Serious or not? ”

"I'm hungry."

“……”

There was an eerie silence, and Mu Ze threw down a sentence and waited, and then quickly disappeared.

It took a while for Mu Ze to come back and hand things the same as from the small window. Because Mingshu couldn't reach it, he found another basket, put things in the basket, and hung it with a rope.

After handing over the things, Mu Ze suddenly said: "I'm so good to you, not for you, it's for Ah Ci, don't get me wrong." ”

Mingshu slandered, I didn't think you were for me!

I'm not the kind of person who casually pretends to be amorous.

"I know everything about today, the painting...... Did you really burn? Mu Ze seemed to be leaning against the outside wall, and his voice drifted a little farther away than just now.

"You don't know what to ask."

"I'd like to confirm." Mu Ze said: "You are also quite bold, everyone from all sides is staring at that painting, and you will burn it if you say it." ”

"Otherwise, I wouldn't be locked up here now, and I wouldn't even have to eat."

“……”

Mingshu solved the food, Mu Ze didn't know what to do outside, and he didn't speak for a long time.

"Someone is coming, I'll go first." Mu Ze suddenly said: "Remember my words and protect Ah Ci's body, otherwise I won't be done with you." ”

The moonlight poured in through the small window again, and the patrolling people outside looked around, and after finding nothing unusual, they left, and the whole world was quiet again.

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Tick.

The water droplets fall on the surface of the water, the ripples spread, and the reflection on the surface of the water begins to ripple and distort, as if the world in the water is about to fall apart.

Blood.

Fighting.

Corpse.

Intertwined to form a tragic scene.

The mountains and rivers seem to be dyed blood red, and there is no other color to be found in this heaven and earth except red.

Mingshu opened his eyes abruptly, gasping for air.

What lingered in my mind was the strange sight.

What is that?

Mingshu tried to sit up, but she found that her limbs were weak and she could not even move. It's as uncomfortable as someone who has never run a marathon running five kilometers in one go.

Mingshu had a flash of inspiration.

Prophecy.

That's the real prophecy......

But what does that mean? All she saw was a very vague picture, nothing representative.

How did the original owner interpret these pictures, which are not representative?

Mingshu struggles to recall the original owner's thoughts, but even though she can quickly inherit the skills of the original owner, she can't keep up with the original owner's thinking patterns.