Sanqi sacrifice, the incense under the bamboo has been burned out, the dark paper has turned into ashes, crape myrtle sits by the pond, the moonlight sprinkles the loneliness of the body, the once cheerful frolic, the care of asking for cold and warmth, is no longer there, only the thoughts remain in the bottom of the heart, the tears have dried up, looking up at the starry sky, people are at a loss.

Where is her destination, the vast universe is so big, there is no way out for her, she longs for freedom, but the heavily guarded palace can't escape, can't get out.

The ruthless and tyrannical prince, when will she be able to stop killing her!

She resigned herself to her fate, regretted it, she shouldn't have come to this strange country, the old fairy who hid a mystery, show up and send her back quickly! She wants to return to the modern civilized society, don't look for any Prince Charming, no longer think about any stormy nights, no longer attach to men, and start her own life with self-reliance and self-improvement.

"It's too cold outside, don't sit here, go back. Her deep voice made her withdraw her gaze from the sky, and King Xuan's slender body cast a long shadow in front of her.

"Where should I go so that it's not cold?" Ziwei lifted her long eyelashes, pursed the corners of her mouth sarcastically, and looked at him coldly, "It's much warmer here than the room, and the moonlight at night is selfless, although it's cold, it can shine on me." ”

"Are you complaining that this king doesn't care about you?" this king cared, but she didn't have a trace of gratitude. King Xuan's voice implied warm anger.

"Have I wronged you?"

Ziwei stared at him boldly, taking his displeasure into her eyes, but she didn't want to hide anymore, what could the prince do, the prince also had humanity, didn't he?

"Can't I accuse you, can't I make an excuse for Xiaoxi's death?" Ziwei stood up coldly, her tone sharpening and sharpening.

"Just because of your ruthlessness, Xiaoxi passed away tragically, you should apologize to Xiaoxi......!

Ziwei turned to look at the bamboo tree spirit position of Xiaoxi, Xiaoxi was like this bamboo, tenacious and straight, until the last moment of her life, she still wanted to be by her side.

"Xiaoxi, I miss you, don't stay away from me, just take this bamboo as your mortal body, and let your soul dwell on the bamboo!"

Ziwei's tears flowed down her cheeks again, and she sobbed softly......

The dignified prince wants to apologize for a little girl? She can imagine that this king will come here to care for her because she has pity on her, and she is even aggressive and disrespectful to this king for the death of a slave maid.

Doesn't she want to think about how to please this king, and isn't she afraid that she will continue to suffer? What a woman who knows no manners!

King Xuan's face sank, and he turned to the pond with his back hand, giving her a tall and cold back, which was even more majestic in the dark.