In a small wooden hut on the border of the Jin army, there was a simple table with a dim oil lamp, a chair and a sleeping couch, and nothing else.

After she learned that she was pregnant, more than ten days passed.

The husband lay flat on the couch, stroking his still flat lower abdomen, staring blankly at the blue phoenix butterfly flying over her head, unable to believe that she was pregnant. She didn't know if what Jin said this time was true, and she didn't want to think about it again, she just wanted to stay quietly alone.

The butterfly is still flying, is he still looking at himself?

More than ten days ago, the demon clan in the camp of the Jin Army rioted, and she was said to be a lowly woman who was red-faced and unchaste. Even though the gold blocked her communication with the outside world, the gossip of the little girls who talked about her in their leisure time still reached her ears more or less.

I heard from them that it was the soldiers of the Jin Army who heard that the princess was pregnant, and specially found an onmyoji to calculate the good fortune for her, hoping to keep her child safe and auspicious. But the onmyoji said frankly that the child's evil spirit was too great, and the first person to collide was the prince. If she still gave birth to this son as a princess, it would inevitably affect the whole army, and the life of the small would be lost, and the big one would be wiped out.

In order to appease the anger of the demon clan and maintain the morale of the Jin army, Jin Zi had to abolish her title of princess and marry the demon clan's daughter Mi Luo. The Onmyoji said that the child in her womb was unlucky, and that living in the prince's dormitory would inevitably invite trouble, and Kaneko moved her to a bungalow far away from the dormitory.

Gossip flew in her ears, and she lay on the couch indifferent. She didn't care how unbearable the world said about her.

I always thought that it didn't matter what kind of person others thought she was, what mattered was who she was. She could see that Jin Zi knew that this was a play directed and acted by Mi Luo, but he still cooperated with her to act, not only because the military spirit was shaken, but also because Mi Luo had assisted him in seizing the throne for many years, and he couldn't bear to let her down.

She also thanked Mi Luo a little, with her entangled in gold, he wouldn't always come to her.

In the first few days, Kaneko often came to her to talk about his childhood, about the time they had met, about how he had been driven out of the tribe by his vicious uncle, and how he had defeated him and regained the throne.

When he said sad things, she still sympathized with his tragic experience, because there were similarities in their experiences, and she could understand the pain of being driven from her hometown as a child.

But she could also see that he was different from herself. She instinctively hated war and prayed for peace, for whom the prosperity and independence of the nation trumped all else.

Occasionally, when he spoke, he seemed to want her to stop him from fighting, but she knew that he would never listen to her. His heart, now filled with hatred and blood debt, did not leave much place for her.

She could see the last bit of mercy left of him, but Mi Luo could see his murderous intent and resentment. He had lived by resentment until now, and Mi Luo was the most suitable person for him, she had said so to him.

Many people are lingering in the past, trying every means to relive their old dreams, but when the reality is shown naked in front of them, they refuse to face the disappointment in their hearts, and they deceive themselves at the end.

In her opinion, Jin Zi is such a person. Childhood encounters, conflicts of interests, he just wants to fall in love with himself and get the salvation of his conscience. She is no longer the little girl she used to be, and he is no longer the little boy. They couldn't be together, and she chose to stay only because of commitment, not for anything else. Even if she is pregnant with his child, she will not fall in love with her.

She had told him that she was not the one he was supposed to be waiting for, and that the person he was supposed to be waiting for was right behind him.

He hadn't been to see her in a long time after that.

It couldn't be better that no one came, she was so tired. The joy of the past half month has caused her to have no strength at all, she doesn't want to think about anything, and now she just wants to stay quietly alone.

But God does not fulfill people's wishes, and always sends someone to bother her.

"Slut," Zong Shu kicked open the door and walked in with a bowl of egg custard, "The princess asked me to bring you food." ”

She frowned, even if she couldn't even smell the custard when she was not happy, and now that the custard was eight feet away from her, she wanted to vomit when she smelled it. She didn't know how to let Zong Shu know about the fact that she couldn't eat egg custard, so Zong Shu used it every day to force her to eat.

"You, leave it here, I'll eat it later. She sat up and waved her hand.

Zong Shu sat on the edge of the couch and handed the bowl to her: "The princess told me to come and serve you, a slut, to eat clean, do you want me to feed you, or eat it yourself?"

"Uh......"

Unable to stand the smell of custard, she covered her mouth and nose violently and retched on the edge of the couch.

"Ahh uh..."

Zong Shu grabbed her green silk, dragged her up raw, and viciously pressed her head into the bowl containing the egg custard. Her scalp hurt from the green silk that Zong Shu caught, the smell of the custard made her nauseous, and her mouth and nose were soaked in the bowl, making her unable to breathe.

Seeing that she was in great pain, Zong Shu's fox eyes smiled more and more cunningly, and he dragged her green silk and pulled her again, and pushed her aside at the end, and threw the bowl and plate containing the egg custard in front of the couch, so that the smell lingered for a long time.

"Uh...... ...... vomit"

She lay on the edge of the bed and retched for a while, barely eating for the past few days, and vomiting out bitter bile and gastric juice.

"Phew, shameless slut! Childe treats you so well, but you are greedy for life and afraid of death and pregnant with other people's sluts!"

The more Zong Shu spoke, the more angry she became, and she pulled up her hair lying on the edge of the bed and slapped her twice.

The husband was suffocated and vomited for a while, and he was powerless to fight back, and was slapped several times in a row. Zong Shu saw that her cheeks were red and swollen, so she finally relieved her breath, threw her on the couch and brushed her sleeves away, and did not forget to scold a slut before leaving.

Zong Shu is going to come to her every once in a while to torture her. The maid who took care of her stopped coming to see the prince when she married a new princess, and she was so unwelcome, and she was mostly short of food and clothing. Although it was summer, the night was still bitterly cold, and she was often woken up by freezing, and she couldn't sleep anymore after waking up. At this time, she curled up in the thin quilt, shivering from the cold, and her mouth was still crying potatoes.

Listening to what Zong Shu said in the past few days, she probably understood why she hated herself to the bone. When Zong Shu first came to see her, she was surprised how she had learned kung fu.

It seems that Mi Luo did not lie to himself, the second attack on the Wu Clan was indeed not the killer of the Demon Clan, but the killer of the Qinglin Hall sent by Wu Lao to eradicate the powerful faction of Zou Hu. And Zong Shu also entered the Qinglin Palace, met the potato, fell in love with him, and followed him all the way to the palace. And seeing him treat himself so lovingly, his heart is naturally uncomfortable.

Zong Shu kept asking her why she had been favored by Qi Chun in the palace for three days, and why she had once again taken away her most precious thing.

The husband smiled bitterly, if she hadn't pretended to be the daughter of the Wu clan back then, how could she have been deported by her clansmen? How could she have come to the capital? How could she have met the beggar orphan and how could she have made him fall in love with him?

She wiped the stains from the corners of her mouth and lay down on the couch. Her hands are weak and weak, and she can't cast spells, so she can't stop Zong Shu. But even if she bullied her, she didn't want to hate her.

She was so tired, too tired to hate it.

Everything has a cause before it has an effect.

However, what human eyes see is only the effect, and no one has any intention of digging out the cause. People love self-righteously, hate self-righteously, and live self-righteously, so they are destined to be alone.