The person who made this cameo maid was not a maid, it was Long Qian'er, who had never gone back since she came here with Zhao Lingyun. From Xianbeilia in the north, to the hinterland of the Central Plains at the end of the world in the south, the disputes in the rivers and lakes have risen again, but it is just under the gang fighting, covering up the restoration of the old dynasty, supporting the army and separating the territory, and the heroes are fighting for hegemony, outside the Central Plains, the desert returns to the old slave system, the grassland is occupied by the kings of the hundred tribes again, and the era of the black grassland is restarted, and various places, for their own selfish interests, also re-raise the tariffs, with the city as a barrier, supplemented by the power of the rivers and lakes, the military strength of the mountain gate, the warlord family, the businessman is hugely rich, forming a large and small mountain, each of which is in the army, but in the face of the changes in the sky, dare not rashly erect the anti-flag, can only kill the rivers and lakes to achieve their own calculations, this time, it has become a strange scene of whitewashing the peace above the court and rivers of blood flowing between the markets.

"The teacher knows, such as today's women are all strange goods, the wind of casual buying and selling is especially serious, wives are separated, killing children and selling mothers have become a trend, young sons are soldiers, women are prostitutes, and even adult food when necessary, among the elderly, the powerful are worshipped, and the weak and disabled starve to death in the wilderness, it is nothing new. Tian Wanzai held another cold-blooded feast, Du Chuanchang took charge of the Poisonous Dragon Sect and went down the mountain to join Emperor Wu, the Iron Palm Gang was entrenched in Luoyun City, and the Shenjian Gate was officially merged into the Gonghou Gate and became the blade under the Yue Emperor, and the people of the world, the tax burden has been received for ten years! In the Santu River outside Gusu City, there are no less than one hundred and eighty hungry corpses floating in every day, all of them are like skeletons, and there is not a piece of soaked and swollen meat, which has obviously been eaten by the hungry people along the way. Outside the 15 border passes in the southern province, more than 300,000 refugees are gathered, and thousands of people starve to death every day.

The woman put down the tea tray and didn't leave, listening to Zhao Lingyun's words squeezed out between her teeth, she only felt that a sadness was blocked in her heart like concrete, and she couldn't get rid of it. At this time, the sky was slowly darkening, and the laughter of young men and women on the street could be heard far away from the window, and the children's squatting voices were high and high-pitched, but I wondered if these children would be kidnapped and stored as food if they suddenly left this pure land. The woman slowly stepped back, leaned in front of the window, looked at the innocent big moon outside the large glass window on the floor, and couldn't help but recall that she had enjoyed an endless rich life more than half a year ago, and sounded the twelve-fold glass insert that was still in the hands of the Emperor Linghuang at that time.

The woman recalled the laughter and laughter of the past, the wine order, the opening of the poetry club, the chrysanthemum tea tasting, the feast all day long, the sentence of Mrs. Feng that "women do not let the eyebrows", the bronze case of the Jackal Hua Emperor in Sister Lin's room, and the beautiful scene of one step at a time in the hundred gardens, and couldn't help but burst into tears. What she experienced was not that things were people, but that things were not people, but where the township was, the Long family in the northeast had already been ruined, and the Chongwang Mansion was even more barren and grassy in the garden, and the rest were reduced to white land in a fire. Now in this Gusu City, in the Lin family's mansion, most of the sisters in the Hundred Gardens have regathered, and they are about to gather the happy scene of the past again, but those sisters who have died or simply disappeared will never come back, and under the forced smile, who can forget the great disaster in September last year?

Once you go through the teaching workshop, it is definitely a trauma and humiliation that cannot be washed away in a lifetime.

The woman opened her big eyes like this, staring at the bright moon that was bright and flawless, but also extremely ruthless, and burst into tears, and whispered softly in her mouth: "Sister Lin, come back soon? Without you, this poetry club can't be done......

"Poetry Society? Do you still have a poetry club? Zhao Lingyun's voice came, but the girl turned a deaf ear, and still said to herself: "I have Xiao Shu's head sitting by the fence, hugging her knees in the cold fragrance, and my sister will be even more proud of the world, and the eternal wind will say ...... I thought that my sister would get out of the sea of suffering, and she would be able to discuss poetry and appreciate the moon with me, and then continue the glory of the Begonia Society, but now even if Mrs. Feng agrees, all the sisters and maids are enthusiastic, and without the soul of my sister's 'poetry holy hand', our poetry club is almost the same as the dirty and rotten theory of the world...... Sister Lin! Do you know that thousands of years are fleeting, and soulmates are hard to find, I originally thought that there was no one to talk about in the whole world, but I didn't want to meet my sister, I still have many, many poems to compete with my sister, and many, many things to tell my sister! However, as soon as my sister walked to the North Pole, I was separated by thousands of miles in a trance, and I, when will I see my sister again......

This girl is none other than Long Qian'er, who was rescued by Zhao Lingyun. At this time, she rested her head on the glass, looking at the bright moon, with tears in her eyes, and whispered softly.

She is Zhao Lingyun's maid, sister, assistant and master. This girl is cautious and broad-minded, and never reassures her children's private affairs, and she has a graceful atmosphere like Queen Linghua. In front of Zhao Lingyun, she has always been confident, independent, and open-minded, whether it is serving him tea or helping him polish ink, she has always been down-to-earth and generous, this is almost the first time in her life, showing such a sentimental little girl's look in front of the true king.

That Zhao Lingyun had already ended the contact at this time, and there was nothing left to deal with in the day, so he leaned back on the chair and wanted to rest, and suddenly heard the two lines of poetry that Long Qian'er chanted, and he was infatuated, he was originally the son of the demon fetus, and his writing could convince the lord of the sacrificial wine, and he was naturally an expert in this At that time, his heart was so shocked that he had no idea at all, and his mind was also blank, and he only felt that he was a dignified seven-foot man, the lord of hell with the holy weapon, and the son of the demon fetus, but he was not necessarily better than that ordinary man, beggar and prostitution, but it was just "flesh and bone made of mud" in Zhao Yuheng's mouth, and it was just a piece of turbidity, otherwise, how could it not even be compared to a weak woman. Thinking of the earth-shattering talent of his mentor Yinchen, he forcibly refined a Gusu city that was not much stronger than Pershing into a modern metropolis, and cultivated a modern mixed sea, land and air team among a group of knights.

Thinking of this, he let out a long sigh, there was not much sadness in that sigh, but it was even more mixed, and there were thousands of threads in it. Long Qian'er was startled by his voice, and then she came back to her senses in a trance, and couldn't help blushing and said, "Did you hear it all?" In her words, she didn't seem to have much awe for this true king.

"yes. Just by the four sentences you confided, you can already imagine what kind of prosperity it was at that moment, and I hate myself for not being able to replace Zhao Yuheng with my body! He is in the blessing and does not know the blessing...... I used to think that if I had been the one who had been confiscated at that time, would I have simply raised an army against him! In this world, it is one thing not to be able to do it, and it is another thing not to do it. ”

"You idiot!" Long Qian'er scolded with a smile: "Although the second brother is a man, he is a daughter, how can you learn it, I heard that you have thought of inscriptions for every place in the Grand View Garden, but because of your high skills, you are angry with the master, and none of them have been used...... If that's the case, you write the inscription, and I'll send it to the sisters, just as you also participate in this poetry society?"

"Not good. Zhao Lingyun shook his head: "Not to mention that I didn't record this inscription at the time, and I can't remember it now, but I just remember that now the hundred gardens are occupied by thieves, and the beautiful scenery of the good day has been tarnished in vain...... What's more, I am a turbidity, how can I enter the Begonia Society of my master? I'm afraid that the teacher who doesn't make good use of the code won't dare to rush into the ......."

"You're too modest! We started that poetry club, but we just had nothing to do to soothe our temperament......"

"The poet is most afraid of soothing his temperament. Scratching the ears and cheeks of the proposition of the exam, more than 300 imperial examinations in the past thousand years, the county government and the township hall must be examined a topic, the finished product is not enough to describe the number, but there is a piece that the world remembers? ”

"If you come less, you know how to please others, people are really clean at this time, I think my sister and I have different temperaments, but we all have the same life!" Long Qian'er said, then got up and served tea to Zhao Lingyun with her own hands. Zhao Lingyun took the teacup and stared at her delicate face, the love in her eyes was not as gentle as water as Yinchen seeing Lin Xuanchen, nor as flying as fire as Wan Jianxin seeing Shenji, but as deep as a mountain. He was originally a gentle and elegant nobleman, but he was willing to be a charging knight king, so the whole person was less elegant and more powerful, but he was not a vulgar and reckless man who didn't know anything. He thought that he had worked hard for the people of the world in this life, national affairs and housekeeping, conquest and killing, all for the pride of men, how could he have the time and energy to think about the Qingqing and me, romantic and lingering things, he had a wife and concubine in this life, but he had no confidante, but he didn't expect the emperor to live up to it, and he actually created a Long Qian'er to accompany him, at this time he looked at Long Qian'er, thought about it and thought: "Can you keep filial piety?"

"Nope. Long Qian'er shook her head and said: "At home, send me to the palace, so that I have a lifelong trust, and nothing can be delayed, although I miss my hometown in the northeast, what is the use of patronizing my thoughts? Sister Lin is right, the world is impermanent, take advantage of the good years when the grass grows and the warbler flies, you must plan early, and you must not sigh in vain when the family is ruined and people are rushing." As she said this, her face flushed, and in the twilight, she was especially lovely.

"How about the tenth day of June?" Zhao Lingyun rushed out, and then raised a little abruptly: "This ......"

"That's it, you have to get me a head to Xinglong, Sister Shenji said that I and her will come first, and I want to invite the earth Xinglong dinner......" Long Qian'er was able to let go at this time, although she was still blushing, but there was also a lot of laughter in her words. Zhao Lingyun's face turned red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "This little thing, it's okay!" He had already made up his mind at this time, even if he went to the northerners to rob, he would get a fresh earth dragon!

Zhao Lingyun knew very well that a monster like the Earth Walking Dragon was almost invincible for today's boxers in the world, but for a super hunter like Shen Ji, it might not be much more difficult to deal with than a leopard.

After Zhao Lingyun finished saying this, he suddenly didn't know what to say again, and an awkward estrangement suddenly arose between him and Long Qian'er. Long Qian'er also remembered at this time, according to the number of etiquette, she said that she would never meet Zhao Lingyun again before the tenth day of the sixth month, thinking of this, the little girl's face couldn't help but fly two blushes, but in her heart, she was still a little relieved about this motivated prince, she blushed, half-lowered her head, and said in a small voice: "I am not here during this time, you have to pay attention to rest......

The embarrassing atmosphere suddenly swirled a warm colorless vortex, but it made the atmosphere more awkward and sticky, Long Qian'er was a little at a loss, and was thinking about how to get out of it, when she suddenly heard a very loud shout from outside the door: "Sister Qian'er-"

It was the voice of the goddess.

Long Qian'er was like being amnestied, shouting "It's coming, it's coming!" while rushing out of the door, selectively forgetting Zhao Lingyun.

Zhao Lingyun's figure froze under the lonely oil lamp, he didn't move for a long time, his figure was frozen, and his thoughts were surging like a flood.

【Unknown time】

It was dim here, like a small prison cell, but there was no closed wall or cage around, and it looked like a black and gray platform in the starry sky, and on the platform, a brick wall only one zhang wide, one zhang high, and one foot thick stood alone, standing on this gray, giving people a feeling of depression like a prison cell, becoming almost the only color in this black and white world, red brick wall.

"Relief me!"

On the red brick wall, stained with blood, a young woman in a white dress was chained to the wall, looking extremely miserable, her long golden hair and miserable white skin looked very much like Elizabeth, but her beautiful face was very similar to Zhang Yating, her body exuded a maternal aura that intoxicated the silver dust, but her situation was extremely dangerous, because above her head, on the red brick wall, many white candles were constantly growing like weeds, and I don't know how the candles were lit In short, those horizontal candles kept dripping white wax oil and fell on the woman's skin, The white dress on the woman's body is extremely thin, like silk, which can only cover her shame but cannot isolate the scorching of wax oil, not to mention that her shoulders and upper half of her breasts are exposed.