Her voice was deep and hoarse, and she could no longer hear her original voice.
Like her whole person, she has been hidden in the fog and snow of this Wenling Mountain for many years, and has become an indifferent and ethereal person in the mountain, strange and indescribable.
Although Xiao Suiyuan was afraid of her, she was a little princess who grew up in the imperial city, and after a short period of fright, the girl raised her eyebrows and asked softly: "Since you know that I am a princess, you still won't let us in?"
” The girl is still young, and she deliberately puffs up her aura, but her voice is soft and green, and she sounds immature and lacking confidence.
The woman behind the door seemed to hook the corners of her mouth and smiled.
That smile, which was generated on her ugly face, was actually a little soft.
She lowered her head to look at her: "Every year, there are many people kneeling in front of the door of the bone building, waves come and go, the princes and princes are countless, there are very few people who can enter the bone building, and there is no distinction between high and low." ” That is, it doesn't matter if she's a princess.
The little girl was embarrassed by her, and she pulled down her long eyelashes with a twist, and her aura weakened, biting her lip softly.
"It's cold outside, would you like to come in with me to bake the fire?"
As soon as he heard this, Xiao Suiyuan immediately raised his head, looked at the woman behind the door strangely, and muttered in his heart, this person is so strange, he let her go just now, and let her in after a while.
She hesitantly looked back at her father, who was kneeling in the snow, thought for a moment, and nodded.
In her little thoughts, she went first to take a look, and probed her father for information, so that her father could enter the door.
She shrunk down and slipped inside, and the door closed softly.
Helian Zheng looked at it with obscure eyes, and he didn't stop it, and the green clothes didn't dare to go.
People in the world can't enter the painting bone building after thousands of worships, so they wish to be able to enter, and they want to have a lot of origins.
The wind and snow swept the green mountains, the twilight had quietly fallen, the marigold lantern in the painting bone building was burning vigorously, the white light gauze was gently hanging on the wooden floor, and the candle flame was a vein of the vein of the vein of the woman's bright red figure behind the gauze tent.
The green smoke in the incense burner wafted around, and the wisps wrapped around the woman, she knelt on the futon, and her skirt spread out, like a red lotus enchanting.
On the low table in front of her, there was a chessboard, and she was playing chess with herself alone, and hot wine was warming on the charcoal stove on one side of the low table, and the heat rose and spread, and the room was slightly drunk and fragrant.
Xiao Suiyuan's eyes widened, there were other people in it.
Through the light veil, she couldn't see her face clearly, but felt that she was sitting in such a scene, illusory and elegant, as if in a fairyland.
She had never seen such a beautiful scene, inexplicably dignified, and her steps were light, for fear of disturbing the beautiful person behind the light veil.
The girl had a delicate heart early, and she knew in her heart that it was her who her father wanted to see.
The woman who led her in brought her a futon of charcoal: "Princess, sit down." ” After speaking, he retreated to the light gauze tent, squatted down to lift the wine jug in the charcoal stove, poured a glass of wine into the cup, and gently pushed it to the woman in red. whispered to her: "Master, this child is the little princess of King Beiliang." ” The woman in red shook her hand holding the wine cup slightly, and lowered her eyelids to look at the girl outside.
The charcoal fire in the charcoal tray crackled and burned, and the little one wished that the ghost would send the gods, so he kneeled on the futon like the woman in the light gauze tent. straightened up a small body, dignified and solemn, quite presentable.
If this is seen by my aunt, she will definitely make fun of her.
She has been naughty and arrogant since she was a child, she was held in the palm of her father's hand, she was not afraid of heaven and earth, she was not afraid of heaven and earth, she always did not look like a girl, she did evil in the sky and the earth, and she was as flamboyant as a child.
The aunt earnestly taught her the rules of etiquette, but she never succeeded.
Her father loved her, so he let her make trouble, and he fought, and turned the imperial city over, and his father never scolded her for half a sentence.
Later, my aunt didn't insist on her being an elegant lady.
Now in front of this woman, she consciously behaved, and subconsciously learned her charm.
The little girl was a little uneasy in her heart, like a child who had done something wrong, and sat on the futon obediently, waiting for the person inside to speak.
The woman in the white gauze tent was looking at her, her gaze fell deep on her through the tulle, her fingers twisted her cloak, and she asked in a hesitant whisper, "Who are you?"
” The girl's voice is soft and clear, like a wind chime hanging outside the door, the wind blows, and the bell is ethereal.
"I'm ......" the woman smiled, melodious and light as the wind, tactful, full of charm.
The laughter slowly stopped, and she stared at her for a long time before she let out a low murmur: "If you don't know each other, why don't you see each other." ” I was also stunned when I saw it.
The girl looked at her strangely with wide eyes, and behind the veil, the woman's face was blurred, and she was holding a white chess piece in a daze, and the girl felt that she was very sad.
Why, she didn't know.
She asked her curiously, "Are you sad?"
” The woman in red smiled coldly on her lips and shook her head lightly: "I'm not sad for a long time." ” After so many years of wind, frost and bitter rain, how much sadness there has been has long faded, leaving only emptiness.
The girl tilted her head and said, "It's been a long time coming......
That is, you were sad before. ” The people in the gauze tent were amused by her ghostly and elf cleverness, squinted at her lightly, and nodded honestly: "Well, it was sad before. ” When the flesh and blood were separated, they also had their hearts and lungs torn apart.
"Then why didn't you get sad afterwards?"
Girls have a lot of questions, they are full of curiosity about the world, and they always want to find an answer to everything.
She is still young and doesn't understand that in this world, there are answers to everything.
For example, painting the heart of the owner of the bone building.
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No one can handle it.
The woman took a sip of her glass, and said vaguely; "Probably yes, I don't think it matters."
Many things will also disappear later.
"Oh."
The girl sighed, confused, and asked, "Can sad things really become unimportant?"
So why is my father getting sader?
” Although she was still young, she also knew that her father was unhappy.
In her memory, her father always had a lot on his mind, he didn't like to laugh, he didn't like to be lively, he always liked to shut himself up in the palace, many times she went to look for him, she could always see him, she sat quietly with a sword, she stroked the carved scabbard over and over again, and her eyes were often red.
She asked her aunt why her father was like this, and her aunt always said to her sadly that the king missed the person in his heart, and he was very sad.
Then tell her not to bother.
The woman retracted her gaze, lowered her eyelids and was silent for a long time, and when she spoke again, her voice was slightly hoarse: "Your father, how are you?"
” The girl thought about it seriously and shook her head: "My father is not good, he always refuses to sleep, and his health is not good." ” As she spoke, she whispered, "Can you let my father in?"
He knelt for a long time, and I don't know why he wanted to see you, but I think my father must be sad. ” When her father is sad, she is sad.