The story is over.

Ding Bao closed the book, took a big sip from the cup next to the bed, the cool liquid slid into her throat, she coughed lightly, and then made a final summary of her feelings after reading.

"This story tells us that those who try to control everything will end up like Zeus, losing their loved ones, losing their lives, and the people who harm them may still be their own relatives."

Speaking of this, Ding Bao looked out of the dark window, giving Si Yin enough time to react.

His blue eyes were cold, and after listening to this story, he didn't know why he felt uncomfortable in his heart, and an unspeakable anger was blocked in his heart, which was difficult to resolve.

He didn't have any idea about today's story, he just wanted to cut the author of the book.

From the very beginning, Zeus is portrayed as a cold-blooded and arrogant figure, without any human touch, not like a god but like a complete madman.

This story runs through the author's preferences, and there is no reading value at all.

Si Yin looked sideways at the book Ding Bao held in his hand, and silently noted the appearance of the book cover.

When he was freed, the first thing he did was to hang the author of the book.

Damn populist thoughts, even if you write them out for yourself to vent your fantasies, you dare to flow into the palace.

It seems that the whole palace has become chaotic without his control over the years, and such worthless books can be placed on his shelves, and you can imagine what other people usually hear and see.

Of course, Si Yin didn't know how fast the process of ideological enlightenment had developed in the past ten years, these things were colorless, tasteless, and invisible, not with the wind or with the water, but spread rapidly by word of mouth.

Ding Bao saw Si Yin's eyes from the window, and although the outline shape was a little blurred, the anger and dissatisfaction inside were clearly visible.

She smiled silently, held Si Yin's waist and let him lie down and fall asleep, the evening breeze was a little cold recently, Ding Bao added an extra blanket for him, and after closing the balcony door with the corner, she turned around and walked to the bed, did not go back to her room, but just lay down along the side of the bed, and muttered in a low voice before closing her eyes.

"Good night, Prince."

As if knowing that he could hear it, after saying this, Ding Bao fell asleep peacefully.

The candle beside the bed was about to burn out, and a cluster of fire burned quietly, and the dim light was about to dissipate, but the prince who was shrouded in fire was very conscious.

In the silence, the prince's hand resting under the quilt moved slowly and with difficulty, and his arm seemed to be hanging with a thousand pounds of weight, and he lifted it a little by little, the soft quilt slowly slipped from his hand, and the candlelight cast a black silhouette on the wall opposite the bed, it was a hand that was slowly raised, like a puppet with a string, and the movements were stiff and strange.

With the movement of the prince's arms, the legs under the quilt also moved slowly, and under the smooth thin quilt, you can clearly see that the slender and straight legs are slowly bending, following the rhythm of the arms raised, and they are doing reciprocating movements at a speed that looks extremely difficult.

Ten years was too long, so long that he almost forgot how to breathe, how to walk, how to grasp, how to coordinate the movements of his hands and feet.

He could only practice manipulating his limbs while the maid was asleep.

The arms are raised and lowered again and again, and the legs are slowly bent and straightened in accordance with the rhythm.

Last ......

Exhausted, he held his breath and raised his arm one last time, and then he just had to put it down slowly......

"Smack——!

There was a crisp sound, and suddenly it sounded in the dimness.

Ding Bao, who was asleep, only felt a pain on his face, and woke her up in an instant.

Before she could open her eyes, the voice of Baza Black rang in her ears.

"Don't open your eyes."

The eyelids that were about to be lifted immediately continued to close, and almost instantly, Ding Bao understood what was happening.

So, in the darkness, Si Yin, who was already tense and breathless, quickly returned to the state of a puppet, and many thoughts had flashed through his mind, and just when the last solution was formed, a murmuring sound came from Si Yin's ears.

"Hmm......"

The little maid who had been slapped turned her face, and let out a soft chirp in her throat, with a little dissatisfaction and irritation, but only after two snorts, there was no movement.

She fell asleep.

Si Yin's tense nerves relaxed slightly.

Fortunately, this little maid has no vigilance in her heart, otherwise she will definitely find out Si Yin's movements.

After this accident, Si Yin was more cautious, fortunately, Ding Bao's activities were very regular, leaving at ten o'clock in the morning and not coming back until about five o'clock in the afternoon, after dinner, she would go to the balcony to sit for a while, and then go back to the house to wipe his body and change into pajamas, and the last activity was to tell a story.

It has always been so, and there have never been accidents.

Si Yin practiced his dexterity between 10 a.m. and 5 p.m.

Today, as always.

The wind was blowing outside, and the roses on the climbing frame were blown down by the wind, and the small petals fell on the whole balcony, and the pink spots everywhere were the best decorations of nature.

The little maid opened the balcony door in the morning, and the wind outside the door poured in, and the wind in the late summer season blew unpretentiously, and the curtains and curtains were blown from side to side, instantly taking away the dull atmosphere of the whole night, and the tip of the nose was filled with a rich and sweet fragrance of flowers.

The little maid liked the taste very much, and Si Yin watched her pick off the petals that were about to wither little by little and stuff them into her purse, and her careful movements made him feel upset for no reason.

is so cautious and cautious about people and things, her meekness is too cheap, like an abusive woman, no matter who she will smile gently at anyone.

Si Yin realized that she seemed to be dissatisfied with the little maid's overflowing gentleness.

Is she doing this to herself, and to others?

This emotion is somewhat complex, intertwined and permeating the heart.

It may be that all parts of the body are slowly awakening, and even the thoughts and emotions that were previously stiff and numb have become active, which are things that he was not able to think about before.

In the past, he could be in a daze for a long, long time, watching the sun rise and set back and forth dozens of times, and everything that happened around him could not attract his attention, and sometimes he didn't even know that the person who took care of him had changed.

That long-term indifference made him feel in a trance that he might be about to become a real puppet, not only from the stiffness of his body, but also from the numbness of his mind.

His body was being manipulated, his soul was about to break away from consciousness, he couldn't control anything, starting with the empire, all the way to his body, and finally his soul......

He was on the verge of losing everything.