At this time, with the bell ringing at ten o'clock, the rocking chair, which had not moved for a long time, suddenly shook gently, and on the rocking chair, the prince's stiff arm slowly raised, and his bony fingers moved gently, with a small amplitude, but it was really knocked on the back of the chair.

The bell of the drum tower continued to reverberate, like a wave pushed by a stone thrown into a lake, spreading out layer by layer, gradually becoming weak and weak.

The puppet prince on the rocking chair seemed to be awakened by the sound of the bell, his stiff hands and feet moved slowly, his slender legs slowly but firmly stepped on the top of his feet, and his hands also grasped the chair handles, and he left the rocking chair little by little.

The bell was still ringing, and the prince had left his rocking chair and stood up, his legs stepping out step by step in a very strange and stiff posture, like a puppet manipulated by a string, little by little close to the balustrade of the balcony.

Under the roses, the prince's face was shrouded in shadows, and a shallow light flashed in his gloomy blue eyes, and he looked into the distance, and his hand holding the railing tapped lightly, once, twice, three times.

The bell in his ears grew fainter and fainter, and by the third strike of the white fingertips, the bell was almost inaudible.

The prince turned, still stiff and slow, back into his rocking chair.

As the bell disappeared completely, and everything was calm, the man's eyes faded, and the hand holding the rocking chair returned to a stiff appearance.

At this moment, Si Yin once again lost control of his body, he clearly felt that his hands and feet were re-tied with an invisible thread, those threads were in the hands of others, except for him, any creature close to him could easily control the thread on his body, and he was the puppet of the thread, at the mercy of others.

This feeling has been going on for a decade.

The feeling of being controlled by others is not unfamiliar, they can unscrupulously lift the silk threads on his body, and then fiddle with his body at will, and show the most real expression.

In the past ten years, he has been worse off than dead, and every day and every day has been like being in a scorching magma hell.

He thought about death, but unfortunately the most ridiculous thing is that he is a puppet, a puppet who can't even control his hands and feet, let alone life.

As it is now, the lowliest maid can manipulate his body at will.

In the past ten years, all kinds of people have appeared around him, and they will show the most real and ugly appearance in front of him, and some people will steal openly in front of him. Some people coveted his body and unscrupulously attacked him. Others will show disdain in front of him, enjoy his palace and steal its treasures......

Almost no one would treat him as if he were a real prince, and in their eyes, he was no different from a dead man, who had no dignity at all, and who would not complain anyway, let alone rebel against resentment.

In the beginning, Si Yin would be angry, would be desperate, and would roar madly in this stiff body.

But now when he faces these again, his heart has few waves.

Just like today, the new maid took away the jewels in the palace in front of him, spied on his body unscrupulously, and even pushed him to the balcony in the hot summer day, all of this happened to him many times, and he no longer felt the slightest anger in his heart when he encountered it again.

There is only apathy, and boundless despair.

There are so many things to do in someone else's life, and he can only be left in this remote corner, waiting for the distant hope, and then being enveloped and eroded by despair more than hope, until his soul turns into a puddle of rotting black water.

The puppet has too many thoughts and too many things, but it doesn't matter, he has a lot of time to think and remember anyway.

He is still nostalgic for the past, and there is still endless unwillingness and anger in his heart in the face of the change of the empire, this should be his empire, this should be the world he controls, but his world has abandoned his wanton rotation and change, and no matter how much unwilling despair can only slowly disappear in this boundless loneliness.

The light was still strong today, and the puppet felt the burning of its body.

This feeling of being shrouded in the sun and facing the blue sky makes Si Yin feel like a world away.

How long has it been since he's been sitting in the sun thinking like this?

Although the stupid and greedy woman had a bad heart, Si Yin felt good, the sun could shine into his heart, and he could even smell the rotten smell on his body if he continued to shine.

He used to hate too much sunlight, but now he feels that this light is not easy to come by.

If he could, he wanted to have a drizzle at this time, and when the sun was too hot, it would be accompanied by a drizzle, so that he could enjoy the warmth and light, but not dry his mouth, which was the best reason of nature.

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Ding Bao went straight back to his room after leaving the palace, the girl who lived in the same room with her had already gone out, Ding Bao enjoyed this moment of peace, dragged a chair and sat under the windowsill, reached out to open the drawer under the table on the side, took out a pair of needles and threads from it, followed by her and lowered her head, and pulled down the breastlock on her chest.

When Baza Hei saw her do this, his head was full of greetings.

"What are you doing here?"

Ding Bao lowered his head, pinched the button with one hand and grabbed the scissors with the other, picked off the cheap white pearl in the middle of the button, stuffed the pearl into his pocket, and when he took it out again, there was a brilliant gem in his fingertips.

Baza Hei looked at it and frowned.

"You're so conspicuous that others will find out that you've stolen the jewels from the prince's palace."

It thought that Ding Bao was going to set the gem on his breast, and then sew it on his chest to show off.

This kind of operation is in line with Ding Bao's personality, but it is not in line with her current identity.

It couldn't help but remind, but Ding Bao didn't pay attention to it at all, and continued to break the six claws inlaid with pearls in the middle of the button, and then stuffed the gem in, and then pushed the six claws back with a needle awl, just to fix the gem firmly.

After doing this, Ding Bao continued to tinker with the buttons in his hand, first cut off the pink thread left on the button, then lowered his head and picked a roll of gold thread, threaded the needle and sewed the gold thread around the button, and finally closed at the bottom end and bit off the thread.

Lowering his eyes and looking at the button in the palm of his hand, it has already changed its appearance, it used to be just an inconspicuous little ornament on the little girl's clothes, and after being inlaid with gems, it has completely become an object in the hands of the nobles, especially the surrounding circle of gold edges is lined with the luxurious and dazzling gems in the middle.

Baza Hei looked at it carefully, and suddenly felt that this button looked a little familiar.