Unspeakable and strange

After the woman finished speaking, she turned around, her legs became numb after squatting for too long, and she stood up tremblingly.When he looked at Yan Ning, he suddenly changed his expression, a little smile appeared on his old face, stretched out his thin hands, put his feet on his feet and patted Yan Ning's head hard, and said in his mouth, "My lord, you are so tall. It's too big. Don't be naughty anymore, stay in the palace well, if you offend your father, you will be beaten again."

Yan Ning opened her eyes wide in disbelief. For a moment, the face of the woman in front of her suddenly became blurred and distorted, and then overlapped with another beautiful and gentle woman.

In front of me is a remote courtyard, covered with moss and cobwebs.The woman was wearing a light green palace dress, with a copper hairpin inserted into her hair, sitting on the head of the bed, sewing, humming a little tune from her hometown, gently patting the back of the child beside her, her eyes as soft as autumn water .

The child was curled up beside her, with wet tears on his face, and red bruises on his bare, tender lotus-like arms, which were the marks of whipping with bamboo sticks.

"It hurts, Chunniang, why did they beat me?"

The wooden windows in the house were broken and no one came to fix them.It snowed heavily that year, and the cold wind blew into the house with ice particles. The charcoal fire was extinguished long ago, and it was even colder inside the house than outside.He couldn't sleep, his lips were purple from the cold, and the kick that kicked towards his heart hurt like a broken rib every time he took a breath.

Because it was too cold in the house, he went to the House of Internal Affairs to steal charcoal, but was caught by the eunuch on duty and kicked him in the chest.He was kicked so hard that he rolled on the spot and fell into the pile of firewood, and the cotton coat he had just made was scratched.He cared about the clothes, ignored the pain in his body, and started arguing with the eunuch angrily.The matter reached the ears of Concubine Hui, the master of the eunuch, and then to the ears of King Xi. King Xi was furious, and he was fined into the clan mansion, where he received 20 bamboo whips and confiscated charcoal for a whole year.

He wiped his tears with his hands while weeping, "It was originally my thing, why everyone has charcoal but I don't, I am also the child of my father, why should I be beaten when I go to get what I deserve?"

The woman hugged him distressedly, "You are a child of King Xi, so you must have the integrity of a prince. No matter how difficult it is, you shouldn't steal things. How can you do such a thing? Your father should be angry. .”

"I don't want to be his child anymore. It's not good at all. I have no food, I have to suffer from the cold in winter, and I have to be angry with my brothers. Anyone can beat me," he slapped his limbs, crying out of breath He was so angry that he could hardly speak, "I hate him, I hate him. If he didn't like me, why did he give birth to me? He even executed his mother!..."

The woman covered the child's mouth all at once, and the child's face turned red, the woman let go of her hand and whispered in his ear, "Your Highness can never say such things again, no matter what the king does, He is your father and the king of Xi State. He gave birth to you and guarded this country. You must respect him from the bottom of your heart, love him, and believe that there is a reason for what he does. Only tell yourself like this , you can live here."

"If Your Highness still wants to see Chun Niang, I swear that I will never say such things again."

The child choked up, lowered his eyes, and was still crying intermittently. After a while, he raised his head twitching, and said with teary eyes, "But the clothes, and the clothes were also torn by them. Chun Niang finally Make clothes for me."

"Don't cry, it's okay." The woman hugged him in her arms and gently stroked his hair, "What are you afraid of with clothes? Chun Niang will do some more handwork, send them out of the palace to sell, and make another one for my little prince." Beautiful. Spring will arrive in a few days, the weather will be warmer, and the flowers will be in full bloom. My little prince will be well dressed, energetic, and prettier than anyone else."

The child sniffed, his eyes were still as red as a rabbit, "I don't want Chunniang to do handicrafts anymore, Chunniang's hands are cracked from the cold, it's full of blood, and the silk thread is dyed red." He broke down because of crying Gas, unstoppable hiccups.

He grabbed the woman's hand and sat on the edge of the bed, took out the medicine from under the pillow, and applied it to her.While hiccupping, he applied medicine to her, dipped his soft fingertips in circles, and carefully circled the chapped frostbite, "If I become King Xi in the future, I will buy a whole house of charcoal and light a fire to let her Chunniang's room is warm all year round, so Chunniang's hands won't be cracked."

The woman was amused, let him sit on her lap, hugged him from behind, rested her beautiful chin on his shoulder, and shook him gently, "Okay, my little prince will be King Xi in the future, give me Chunniang is the warmest room."

But later, the war broke out, and the flames blazed into the sky.

A woman was sitting at the end of the bridge and saw the guards guarding the gate fleeing into the inner hall in a hurry.Some people were injured and fled without helmets and armor. Some people's faces were blackened and cried, and two lines of tears washed white marks on their faces.

There was a lot of footsteps in the corridor, and it was chaotic. The eunuchs and maids fled in a hurry holding the parcels, fighting for each other, with disheveled hair.

There was only a bang, the ground shook, the city gate was broken, and countless bandits rushed in brandishing their swords, their shouts were deafening.

The woman's eyes are like dead wood.

She finally saw the most desperate scene, there was no miracle, no magical soldiers, and the state of Xi died.

Her heart died, and her faith collapsed.

Looking at the bandit soldiers who looked like wild beasts rushing towards her, they fell backwards without hesitation.

The body sank to the bottom of the Yu River, and the water flooded the mouth and nose. The river water in winter was icy cold, as if an ice knife had cut the body.

She looked up at the moon that was getting farther and farther away in the sky with nostalgia. The transparent jade plate reflected the familiar village huts, with smoke rising from the kitchen and ridges interlaced.

Lu Cong is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.She was buried alone in this strange palace.

With so many memories, Yan Ning bent down as if out of breath, trembling all over.

My Chunniang is most afraid of the cold, but in the coldest season, she sank to the bottom of the coldest water alone.There is no sunlight all day long, no temperature, no sound, no color, only the cold water of the Yuhe River, which is painful to the bones.Her frostbite is about to break out again, but no one will apply medicine to her, and no one will steal coals for her.

My Chunniang, I became King Xi, but I can't give you a place to live.Why am I still doing this Xi Wang?

Yan Ning burst into tears, squatting on the ground, with a mournful cry in her throat.Qin Hongfeng came over and hugged him into his arms, Yan Ning grabbed his clothes, his fingers were convulsed, and buried in his arms weeping, he stumbled and said, "What to do, why is this happening, I can't save her, I can only look at them Die, they are still young, I thought I could protect them..."

"Why are those memories so painful, can I not let them go? They are fighting in my mind, like a pot of boiling water, my heart hurts like being twisted, and I can hardly breathe."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid," Qin Hongfeng patted his back, stroked his hair, gently kissed away the tears oozing from the corners of his eyes, and the bitter taste overflowed from the base of his tongue.His eyes are deep, warm and indifferent, "If you want to become Yan Ning, those memories will be his. Don't be afraid, you will be fine, just bear it."

"I can't, I can't." Yan Ning shook his head, short of breath, he grabbed Qin Hongfeng's hand, and choked up uncontrollably, the pain became more and more severe, as if it had penetrated into the bone marrow, as if it was going to tear his whole body tear apart.Is it really that painful to be a human?Is it so unbearable to have memories?Why does a mortal have such deep unwillingness and grief?

Yan Ning finally cried to the exhaustion, couldn't take it anymore, passed out, and fell into Qin Hongfeng's arms.