"What's the matter?"

"I heard that His Highness was injured, and I was a little worried."

The queen grimaced, and her attitude towards Ding Bao returned to before.

"I haven't seen you all morning, but now I know that I care?"

Ding Bao didn't say anything, just looked down at the dirt that had just been on his feet, and then heard the sound of groaning.

"I'm fine, come here."

The tone is still as stiff as ever.

Ding Bao stepped forward silently, then sat down next to Si Yin, and when he first sat down, he heard the queen dissatisfied.

"It seems that you are still far from becoming a princess."

"The queen taught me a lesson."

As soon as he finished speaking, Si Yin directly handed the cup in his hand to Ding Bao, Ding Bao paused, then took the cup and turned around and put it on the table.

"What are you looking for me?"

Si Yin got straight to the point.

Ding Bao didn't beat around the bush.

"That little pony was personally begged by His Royal Highness, and he is docile and quiet on weekdays......"

"The pony hurt me, and you're interceding for it now?"

The queen's face was gloomy, and she looked at Ding Bao with more and more dissatisfaction.

But as a queen, she naturally can't interrupt the conversation between the prince and the future princess at this time, as a noble elder, she will only express her opinions when she needs to make decisions and judgments, which is the rule of the royal family, and it is also the rule that the queen has always abided by.

Ding Bao's face was pale, his lips were trembling slightly, and his hands on his legs were rubbed uneasily.

"Does Your Highness really bear to kill that pony?"

After saying that, she looked up, her eyes shining with unease.

Si Yin looked into her eyes, and an unspeakable discomfort welled up in her heart.

These eyes reminded him of the beast again, he gave it the best life and the most love, but after just ten years, it easily gave its loyalty to others, showed him as a stranger, rejected his approach, and even hurt him today!

Si Yin is used to being in control of everything, whether it is a human or an animal, he wants to control it in the palm of his hand.

Especially the things he likes and cares about, he can't tolerate the slightest bit out of control, the pony has completely betrayed him, it is obedient to anyone, but not to him.

Si Yin couldn't control the anger and disappointment in his heart, and the only way to alleviate it was to make the pony out of his palm disappear forever, and it would have to pay the price for its choice.

So when the queen made the decision to put it to death, Siyin did not stop it, but she did not stay at the scene either.

He didn't want to be soft-hearted, and he didn't want to endure betrayal anymore, the pony's eyes would make him make irrational judgments.

And now those familiar eyes appeared in front of him.

Dark, round, sad mixed with the softness and meekness that made him irritable.

Si Yin reminded herself over and over again that Ding Bao, like the pony, her meekness did not belong to her.

"It doesn't know how to cherish my affection, and it keeps thinking about running away from me and rushing to another person's side, why should I not bear it?"

"Your Highness, love is not a constraint, if you love it, at least you can't hurt it."

Si Yin no longer looked at Ding Bao's eyes, and his voice became colder and colder.

"It was it that hurt me first. Don't say it, you go back. ”

This time Ding Bao didn't say anything more, got up silently and saluted goodbye, turned around and left silently, and her footsteps paused slightly at the moment she passed through the flower field, and her back seemed to tell something.

Si Yin took a deep look at her, his gaze chasing her back until he disappeared completely.

The queen felt the mood change in him.

"Do you like Ding Bao?"

A gust of wind blew, accompanied by the rustling of flowers and leaves, and Si Yin did not hesitate.

"Yes, I like it, I like it."

How much do you like it?

He didn't know.

It should be a little more like than a pony, but it seems to be a little less than love.

His liking is shown in his connivance, knowing that Ding Bao can still maintain his sanity despite disobeying himself, and tries to think about the problem that has just happened from her point of view.

Just like last night.

His anger did not last long, and he spent the rest of his time thinking quietly about all the causes and consequences.

That is, it is not easy to change Ding Bao's faith and piety immediately, he needs to be patient and take his time, little by little to disintegrate the position of Allah in her heart, slowly change her thoughts and beliefs, so that she can completely understand that prayer cannot solve suffering, he can.

Si Yin felt that ten years of silence had given him patience.

At this time, Ding Bao stood in the corner of the small garden, bent down to pick a blooming red rose, and leaned under her nose to sniff gently, and when the wind blew, she whispered, as if talking to the flowers in her hand.

"Can't be in a hurry, let's take our time......"

——

Ding Bao did not go to the main entrance, but walked into the palace through the back door, walked up the small staircase layer by layer, and finally locked himself in the room.

Allah on the wall is bearing endless suffering for humanity.

Ding Bao faced the silent man in the painting, and the darkness swallowed up all the light under her eyes.

"O Allah, our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, let your kingdom come, and let your will be done on earth as it is in heaven." Our air, our water, and our food are given to us today. forgive us our debts, just as we forgive our debtors. Let us not be tempted, but let us be free from evil.......

For all is yours the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever. ”

Ding Bao lowered her head and muttered, and finally she made a pious gesture, holding the necklace that had been hanging around her neck in her hand and kissing it.

Bazahei listened to her prayers, and inexplicably felt that Ding Bao in front of him became more and more strange and terrifying.

She says she is what she is, then she is.

She can become a demon concubine who stirs up trouble and does evil, she can become a witch who is simply ignorant, kind and inferior, and now she can become a pious and noble believer with faith and gods.

It seems like she could be anyone.

But who is she?

Who is the real her?

Baza Hei did not dare to disturb her while she prayed, because she was so religious that even the gods would be deceived by her.

So it waited until Ding Bao finished praying before whispering.

"Where did you learn these prayers?"

Ding Bao's face returned to normal, and his tone became relaxed.

"Oh, once upon a time an old lady in debt believed in this thing, and in order to make her pay back, I memorized a Bible."

“......”

Baza Hei was silent for a long time, and the Ding Bao in front of him regained some familiar appearance, and he asked with doubt.

"So what now? Did you really let Siyin kill the pony? ”

Ding Bao turned around and walked to the balcony, looked down at the horse under the banyan tree, shook his head indifferently, and said in a slighter tone.

"I'm a devout believer, and I'm certainly not going to let it die."