But, when I think about it, I have to criticize the city ladies for being stupid, for being stubborn, for being too stubborn. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info And maybe it's because I'm a bystander, and I don't think about things from their point of view!

I would be jealous even if the Pang City Lord approached each of them, not to mention that the Pang City Lord specially promoted me to their female lord in front of all the city ladies and women, and also gave me the resounding name of the city beauty. In fact, if that kind of thing were to hit me on the head, I would probably be so angry that I would have eaten and slept restlessly. Maybe it's because they may really be the same as me, they all really love Pang City Lord!

And at that juncture when people's lives are at stake, I can't worry too much, and I don't have the mood to theorize too much, I think it may be that many city guards, including the little cook who is the most good at acting on weekdays, have been frozen to the point that they have disappeared! When I thought of it, I was particularly refreshed, and my eyes widened, so that I could lift my head and look out into the eastern half of the corridor, and seek, and look for the little cook whom I had suddenly startled when I had last crawled out of my sleeping house in the snow, and the two stout men who followed the guard. When I think of them, I can't help but think of the figure of the little cook who had been fruitless and helpless after consoling the many city ladies, pacing and thinking with a lantern in front of my door. But when I had crawled out of my bedroom, I looked at the end of the corridor as far as my eye could see, but I never saw the little cook, or the two sturdy city guards.

I guessed, I had to guess, I couldn't help but think that the three of them must have been frozen away by the invasion of the blizzard, scared away, overwhelmed by the fright, and fled from the wind.

I didn't think much about it at that time, and I sped up and crawled forward, because I still didn't have the courage to stand up and challenge the cold wind. The main thing was that I was in a position too high, and I was afraid that the wind would suddenly bend and turn backwards, circling around the porch in front of my bedroom door and sweeping me to the bottom of the building. In that case, I'll lose more than I gain. Besides, it was really too embarrassing and unbearable to challenge the invasion of the blizzard head-on.

As I thought about it, I tilted my crawling route more deliberately, directly against the bottom of the north wall. And, when I felt like I had crawled past the door of the next bedroom, and crawled past the next bedroom, and as I approached the other bedroom, I took a detour again, and remembered that I had been frightened by the little cook, and I stopped at the door of the bedroom, and looked at the middle of the dark room for a long time, and the wind and the blizzard were blowing in my ears, and I hesitated there for a while, and I decided not to believe anyone, but to go into the room and take a look.

I think, looking back now, my courage at that time was so great that I couldn't even believe it, I really put life and death out of the way, and some of the meaning of sacrificing my life for righteousness.

Slowly, cautiously, almost dark, I crawled into the house with snow and ice in my hands under the dim lantern light in the corridor, and I threw the quilt that had become a little heavy in the doorway, and got up bravely and went into the house. Since I already felt when I climbed into that room, the south window of that room was tightly closed, so there would be no risk, so even if I stood in the room, there should be nothing out of the ordinary.

When I entered the room, I had to take one step at a time, and go cautiously, like a blind man, because of the darkness of the light inside.

But my purpose is clear. Because I had already thought about it before I decided to enter that room, I entered that room on the one hand to make sure again whether the mistress in the room, the lady of the city, was really in the room, and the other purpose, that is, the second thought, that is, if there was really no master in that room, I could borrow the oil lamp in that room! Because the oil lamp in my own room had burned out and could not be used, and I could not go downstairs alone in the dark.

Because after all, it was dark, and the snow was vast and the wind was not stopping, if I didn't even have anything to light the way. Moreover, there have been tragic killings in the Garden recently, and the road may be icy everywhere, so I have to pay attention to safety. More importantly, if there was any danger in my own garden, there would be at least a glimmer of light under the heavy snow, so that others could find me. Furthermore, if I do succeed in entering the Garden of Hospitality and if I really want to rescue some of the City Ladies, I will definitely have the necessary lighting.

As soon as I walked into the room that was only one room away from me, I first shouted boldly and directly, asking if anyone was there in the cold, open room, and if anyone had responded. When I heard that there was really no response, I went straight to the middle of the room, about the same place as the dining table in the sleeping room where I lived, and carefully touched and searched, looking for the dining table in the bedroom, and more so imagining the oil lamp in the sleeping room on top of it, which might be the same as my dining table.

However, when I carefully touched the edge of the table, I continued to touch the center of the table more carefully, to the plates and bowls of the table, to the dishes on the table, and then I continued to touch more carefully, to and fro, and to and fro, and to and again, but I only touched the corner of the table, the empty surface, but I did not find the imaginary oil lamp.

When I felt more and more surprised, I became unprepared, a little flustered, a little anxious, in the dark night I walked around the table for half a week, in the dark night I suddenly lost my mind, my toes suddenly kicked a hard thing, kicked hard, kicked my heart excited, heard the crisp sound of the lamp body rolling. I was overjoyed, and anxiously leaned over to chase the faint sound of the lamp rolling and groping, and finally touched the oil lamp that fell to the ground, which should have been blown off the top of the table by the wild lamp outside the house when it was blown away by the strong wind outside the house.

I was overjoyed when I touched the lamp, and I continued to chase it close with my hands and feet, and I carefully picked it up, straightened it, and placed it on the top of the table in the sleeping room, and then hurriedly lit it so that it could be lit brightly. (To be continued.) )