Demon folding

The blue clothes hanging on the hangers are like water.

My already steady heart was like the water in a soup pond, and I leaned against the edge of the soup pond unbearably irritable, tilting my neck slightly when I didn't want to look but couldn't help looking, and looked at the past with sharp eyebrows.

Song embroidery originated from Shangqiu, and it was famous all over the world during the Yin and Shang Dynasties. Its stitching method is meticulous and rigorous, and its style is elegant and magnificent. All the royal families use it to embroider royal robes. The difference between superior and inferior is based on the materials used, and it is also different from the dexterity.

If there is green, take it from blue, and green from blue.

I suddenly thought of the strange thin long gown in green, thought of his relationship with Xie Fusheng, and the ugly face that I didn't want to think about again, I couldn't help but get bored and hurriedly drove him out of my mind.

Blue is taken from woad indigo, which is too deep in color. After being dyed into blue, it becomes a clean and regular color after the four colors of red, yellow, white and black. It is commonly seen among literati and wild scholars.

Literati and wild scholars have never been bound by government affairs or national boundaries. They are as indulgent as mountain streams and streams, and as proud as heaven and earth green cypresses.

Are you free and easy?

Probably not, that weirdo...

I shook my head, splashed warm water on my face, and put my mind back on the blue dress.

The blue is too quiet, as deep as it has just been fished out of a dye vat and has not been dried in the sun. On the extremely fine silk brocade, it moistens the streamlined body and turns into a touch that cannot be noisy at all. The undercurrent on the bottom of the sea seems to be engulfed and dragged in by human eyes, and it is impossible to wake up again.

The background color is so rare and fine, what is even more amazing is the large expanse of red.

I looked at the bright red carefully for a few times, and the corners of my lips turned cold.

How much thought did the father have to deal with the matter of the mother to treat me so far?

The catalpa tree was born on the graves of his mother and Han Ping, and now it is also born on the blue clothes.

Among the large expanse of Yin leaves, the white catalpa flowers turned into dots of flying ink, and a little red was born in the center of the ink, like blood that could not be melted.

The needles and threads are as fine as hair, and many strands are drawn out, outlining the ducks and mandarins with both eyebrows and eyes. Once they perch on the crown of the tree, they fall to the dust. It seems that they will never be able to get together, and they are separated from each other within a short distance.

It really is a good tattoo, good old clothes!

My heart choked up, and the corners of my lips glistened with blood.

The fishy sweetness was hard to swallow, which made me lean my neck back to the extreme, and try to open my eyes wide and stare at the dragon and phoenix on the top of the hall, only to suppress the sourness and burning in my eye sockets.

The blood slipped over the corners of the lips, cooled the bent neck, twisted and stuck to the skin that had been cooled in the air, and the winding and flowing road seemed to have been cut in the chest and abdomen, leaving the chest empty like a thin paper, The heart with little energy left was lingering in the cold air.The cold squeezed the dissected chest cavity, even the bones were not spared. The pain of crushing the bones burst out from the gaps between the bones, and I fell apart into the depths of the soup pool.

The warm pool water wrapped me up, but it brought the cold air of the whole winter over, hitting my weak heart heavily, and every breath was hard, desperate pain.

"It's done."

The aunt in charge fastened the belt around my waist, and stepped sideways to get away from the bronze mirror behind me.

The girl in the mirror has a sickly blush on her cheeks, a terribly pale complexion, thin and weak brows, which are still immature.

The sudden coldness between the eyebrows should not be so immature, the water color in the eyes is frozen by the coldness, and the dull dark color is the thick black ink eyes that permeate the whole child, without any vitality, even the eyes of living people The anger that should be there is shallow and negligible.

The jade color in the curved nose lost its moistness at the tip of the nose, so the dry and cracked lips were even more bleak.The sharpened jaw is restrained, as if deliberately suppressing some thoughts, so that even at dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun cannot be sprinkled in, and the shadow sidelight is coldly recessed.

This is me.

At the age of 13, I wore the Yinyan New Year’s Clothes bestowed by my father and brought back the passion and tragedy that my mother once had. Nobility of the family, even without the early publicity of the wings, like Weisheng's fate that should not be alive, lingering on the dust to live.

Fortunately, after another two years, he will be free.

Disgusted with frowning, I tilted my body slightly and hooked a strand of loose hair, and sneered at myself in the mirror with a slight grin on my lips.

"It's really gorgeous, but it can't support my dead face. Tell me, what kind of hairstyle should I wear so that it can be a little bright and lively, so that the superior person will not regard me as a mother? Maybe, he regarded me as her, put it in front of his eyes to ask for pain and sorrow, and that's why he abused me like this?"

"Princess……"

Perhaps frightened by my pretentious behavior, the aunt in charge knelt straight down, leaned against my feet and raised her head, showing a little unbearable expression, and said sadly, "You are of the blood of a king after all, you can't go to this point, in case Do not despise yourself."

"Is it?"

I hated her look of pity, so I kicked her away irrefutably, and sarcastically said, "My right hand is also useless, no matter how hard I trace it, I'm afraid I won't be able to draw any good colors. It's better not to even comb my hair, come to think of it." Father doesn't want to see me, so he won't make any fuss about this matter, tell me, is that the reason?"

The aunt in charge bit her lip, but didn't answer, maybe she didn't know what to say.

I really hated her, so I turned around and walked out of the hall.

I don't know why she pretends to be close to me, her pity is so abrupt, it really makes people feel like dust, I am still a princess after all, when will it be her turn to be a servant to pity me!

It's not her turn, and it's not the turn of the king who hasn't seen me for many years!

Anyway, it wasn't me that he wanted to see, so why did I make a good appearance to meet him.On the contrary, it is not him who I want to see.

Solution to floating life.

I gritted my teeth.

Before leaving the gate of the palace, the afterglow of the sinking mountain was completely submerged into the sky, and a thread of unwillingness to sink was hanging in the twilight bluely, struggling...and then disappeared under the nose.

The previous four soldiers had already been replaced.

Looking at the ten new soldiers in black who killed Su Rong, I raised the corners of my lips amusedly, guessing that Father Wang Duan would not let them have any contact with me again.

However, it is not necessary.

Since that monster Jie Fusheng healed up so quickly, even if I could take a knife and cut him with my own hands, it would definitely be of no use.This time I was fortunate enough to get his dissuasion, but next time, he may not be so kind, so why should I ask for trouble.

The aunt in charge came out, and I continued to walk to the Xuanniao Hall in Qingling Terrace.

The twilight was fast, and the sparse palace people walked lightly around the corridor, hooked long poles, and lit the palace lanterns under the eaves of the corridor one by one.The candles were flickering all the way, and before he lost his mind, he had already bypassed the Li Palace and arrived at the side of the main entrance of the main hall.

Turning the corner without hesitation, the scene in front of me made me hesitate.

I was stuck in the same place, but I couldn't figure it out, I couldn't figure out why Jie Fusheng's calculations were so like a grand festival of Nuo dance sacrifices. Let out a quiet joy.

Maybe it's because I spent too deserted my birthdays in the past, so I had some joy that I didn't want to distinguish between the real and the fake, even though I was the one who was going to be put on the altar of sacrifice.

The palace man who lit the lamp was still there, and the long pole was carrying the fire and lit it down the steps of the Xuanniao Hall. The palace clothes plainly rolled up the smoke in the clouds, as if using the smoke to light up the bright clusters of the passing world. The fire, blowing out all the hustle and bustle and joy along the way, hangs gorgeously on the faces of people, and shines in the bottom of the eyes, making them all alive.

I was stuck in the shadow of the hallway at the back of the hall, and I felt that if I let myself step forward, the liveliness and liveliness in front of me would immediately engulf me, making me say goodbye to the 13 years of deserted time, and since then, never again Can't go back.

The main hall in Xuanniao's belly was brightly lit, and the radiant light spilled out, covering the floor with a warm halo, and the halo spread on the red silk. The palace servants were kneeling, holding the exquisite tray with their backs straight, Two rows of people knelt at the bottom of the steps along the left and right sides of the red silk, and the ones walking further were the guests in the same row and the black-clothed soldiers holding halberds who stood up to the gate of the palace wall.

The father's banquet was placed in the middle of the square above the red silk steps, and the sandalwood bronze carved throne stood on the top, and here I only saw the gray hair on the nape of his neck, showing the grand crown. The rickety back that came.

Even though it was a summer night, he was wrapped in a light winter fur. The corners of the dark yellow royal robe were exposed, and the light fur was pressed against the edge of the throne. His body was dragged back and forth from time to time due to his dry cough, like a rag that could be manipulated casually. What luxury is there.

When he left that year, although he was mentally exhausted, he was not so exhausted.

I sighed in my heart, if I can really exchange my death for his eternal life, it's a pity that Jie Fusheng's lie has been deeply rooted, and I have long since refused to believe it.Right now, seeing him hunched over from a distance, besides the sourness, there is nothing but a sense of desolation and pity.

It's not that I haven't shown filial piety, it's that he doesn't believe me, so I can do nothing.

It's just that I couldn't bear to part again, and before the fact, I finally got out.

The splendor of the night fire poured out.

I was in a trance.

The lamps led down from the height of the main hall are covered with two strands of suspended red silk, which are drawn and suspended to the entrance of the palace wall, and then circled around the palace wall in all directions, as if enclosing the entire main hall square under the ground, and filled in the Nuo The hazy environment of the high platform of the dancing sacrificial fire ignites the scorching vitality in the body.

Those lanterns are exquisite, the vermilion wood frame is covered with bronze hollows, and the red tasseled wind chimes are dropped. They sway with the wind and make some soft sounds of Tingshui that have been stirred by the wind. They ring coldly, as if they have never landed ears.

There are thin paintings on all sides of the lamp surface, and the ink-penetrating outline is skillfully traced on the leather, not to mention the fine tattoos on my body.Whether it is a flower, a bird, or the outline of a sacrificial totem, all of them have a vague ghostly meaning in the burning light.

This scene was carefully prepared, and it seemed that it really felt like a sacrificial offering.

I lightly slid down the corner of my lips, glanced at the square, and saw that among the stones piled up under construction, there were also many clever lamps piled up in some way, but the shadow outline on it was still glowing with the contrast of feather scales The dark light, like the cold light with countless blades inserted, is extremely frightening.

Jie Fusheng, oh Jie Fusheng, even at this moment, can't you make people forget the scene of cannibalism for a while?Do those strange birds also want to join in the fun, greedy the human body embraced by the red silk, thinking that they can go to a gluttonous feast at any time?

I sneered, I already had a contempt for Xie Fusheng's deliberate arrangement, when I walked up to the throne, I didn't even salute the old king, but looked straight at him with a cold and proud look. over him.

When I met him head-on, I couldn't ignore those aging.

Gullies covered his sunken cheeks in depth, and the nose under the gray and unshaven eyebrows was also collapsed into a ball. The whole person was pressed under the crown, like a bone that was about to fall apart, panting with the sound of dislocation of joints. .

I used to think of him mourning for my mother, thinking that he would pick me up in a few days, thinking of him...

Now, this person is close at hand, but strangely pulls those past thoughts farther away forcefully, the unstoppable force of nature swallows up the handsome majesty he once had, and only the thoughts of his life are left with blurred brows and eyes. of greed.

He is strange and terrifying, but I know that he is my father, and there is still the cold disgust in those eyes that makes me wake up from my dreams every night, bursting out unchanged.

I'm pretty sure it's him, but I want to let it go.

Mr. Xiang tried to comfort me for many years without success, but now it is so easy to accomplish, I am afraid that I have never expected it.In general, the relationship between people's hearts can only be solved and liberated from the place where the knot is tied.

In this way, no matter how many times you go around on the road of life, if you think about it, you will end up with nothing but your own relationship. So what if you ask others for solutions, it is just your own solution.

I should have stopped begging him.

"Cough cough..." Father Wang coughed, and a look of confusion filled his eyes, as if he wanted to capture someone's appearance through me.

I sneered and didn't back away, but he couldn't bear to look away first, and stuck out his bone-like hand from under the light fur, pointing to the right side.

Looking past, it turns out that there is a simple table on the right side, even if it is simple, it is wrapped in bronze carvings, as gorgeous as a brocade bird.He walked over irresistibly, brushed off the long skirt of his sleeves, and knelt down with his knees side by side.

A maid came forward to pour wine.

I squinted and saw that the trembling fingertips of the King of the Dusk had already touched the rhino horn cup on the table in front of him.

After thinking about it, I also touched the bottom of the horn and turned to him with my sleeves rolled up.

In silence, they had a drink with him.

I've never drank wine before, and I don't know how to drink it. If he poured it all into my mouth, the pungent heat immediately burned my tongue and lungs, making the corners of my eyes soaked with water, and my chest and abdomen were burning like they wanted to burst.

Even though he was so sad, he did not admit defeat, bit the back of his tongue and suppressed the choking cough that was about to come out of his throat, raised his eyebrows and looked directly at him not to be outdone.

He seemed to smile, but it was too fast, I couldn't see it clearly, and when I was slightly stunned, he opened his mouth.

"Gu heard that you called yourself Zhexia when you knelt down to bid farewell to the Qiyuan official in Mengcheng Temple?"

Why is he asking that?

As an official in Qiyuan, it turns out that the husband really was an official.

I played with the rhino horn cup in my hand, and responded calmly, "Yes."

"Why?" He was not salty, seemed a little indifferent, and seemed to deliberately hide something, coughed, "Is it bad for you to be lonely?"

Thin lips curled up, and I said with a sarcasm, "Zhe means premature death, and it's just a meaning. There are many heirs in the Song Dynasty, and it is common for one or two to die young. There is no good or bad. "

What I said was too explicit and too clear. I wanted to talk about my mother in a casual way, but when I came to this, I just said that.

He is my father after all, I don't want him to be too sad.

He was startled, looked at me for a moment, then slid his eyes away, pointed his fingers to the horn cup, and signaled the maid to pour the wine.

I also became interested for some reason, as if I wanted to compete with him, I also pushed the rhino horn cup horizontally, and the palace lady stepped forward to fill my horn cup with wine.

Without hesitation, she raised her head and followed his movements to grab a drink.

For the second cup, I had the confidence to put the wine in my mouth and swallow it. Even though it was still hard to drink, it was not so rashly stimulating.

The cool liquid fell to the bottom of the abdomen, and the scorching heat that hadn't dissipated became deeper, making my limbs slightly numb with sweat, and I felt dizzy and rushed to the corner of my forehead and between my eyebrows.

"Drink wine slowly."

The neither salty nor weak tone came indifferently, he turned back with a small glance, and the corners of his mouth thinned with a smile.

The person in front of me was a little wobbly, I shook my head, and the sense of chaos immediately surged, and his face became more and more blurred.

His thoughts were broken before he heard his words clearly, and retorted with a sneer, "Why should I be slow? Father, you can't wait any longer?"

He can't wait, and I don't want to wait any longer. If I wait like this, I'm afraid I'll go crazy before it's time to die.This Qingling Terrace is already full of monsters, how can they still live?

The corners of his mouth collapsed, he didn't respond to my words, he didn't seem to want to look at me anymore, he drank the wine in his hand regardless of coughing lightly, and said lightly, "I have so many offspring, thinking about it now, none of them are like Zhexia you Smart. There is such a sentence, I think it is more suitable for you, Zhexia."

He suddenly called me Zhe Xia, and immediately made me dazed, and the coolness gradually came over me.I think that he accepted my name because he intended to die young, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to change his plan of exchanging my life for longevity.

"What do you say?" Liangliang smiled, pity all my thoughts, and at this moment, I have folded them all to the end.

"Excessive wisdom is easy to break."

He put down the horn cup, although the collision was light, it was like a heavy collision on my heart, making me look up at him with my lips pursed in self-deprecating.

In the dimness, he looked at the two rows of people who had been involved in his life under the stage, and raised his voice majestically, "Look at these people, they wouldn't have died so early in the first place, probably because of Zhexia's intelligence, you ordered them to die." They will die tonight."

I was completely chilled in that sentence, and when I heard this, I followed him in shock and hatred.

Seeing this, the whole person froze.

Looking back blankly at this old and late king, his lips trembled so much that he couldn't stop it. He had decided to let go of his thoughts for more than ten years, and when he was about to let go, he was blocked by the arrogance that came from flat eyebrows. People seem to have been trapped in the cannibal mud for a long time, they can't open their eyes, they can't make a sound, they can only sink.

He glanced back at me, and continued coldly, "You think that after expelling them from the palace, Gu never realized that your original intention was to save people? It's a pity..."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand, and the palace maid clearly stretched her hand through his armpit and helped him up.

Borrowing strength from his weakened body, he stood up straight in the shadow, looked down at me from above with raised eyebrows, half-shadowed in his cloudy eyes, and sneered extraordinarily cruelly.

"Even if the lonely is old, the lonely is still the king."

He seemed very satisfied with my mournful and stunned powerlessness, and with the support of the maid, he turned slowly and walked into the main hall.He gradually walked away, still repeating one after another with a cold smile.

"Orphan is still king... Orphan is still king..."

I completely collapsed, and all my upholding pride was taken away by his words of a king, and I fell on his old back in a daze, as if I was frozen from the bones, and the snow sculpture was also affected by the wind. Xue Lingchi was in pain.

I don't know how long it took before he finally disappeared into the blazing fire in Xuanwu's belly, completely losing his image, and only then did I have a discernible reaction.

He turned his head with a stiff neck, but saw that those people sitting behind the table were all staring at Mingyao in the depths of the hall, probably because they were unwilling to lose the image of the Violent King, and they all stared angrily.

I am so powerless, what can they do?

It's ridiculous to think about it, and what he thinks is smart is nothing more than that.When I want to drink, I sense someone is looking at me, and I chase after me. Is it not the maid who was kicked out because of my right hand, or who is it?

why?

You want me to be born into this world to suffer all kinds of evil consequences?

mother.