Chapter 192

Sanskrit arms around the knee, curled up into a ball, maintaining a constant posture, I do not know what is thinking. The girl beside her silently guarded the side. She had to say that she had to coax down two mouthfuls of medicated food, and then she had no food to eat.

At the beginning of dawn, Sanskrit suddenly opened his golden mouth and asked in a hoarse voice, "where is the Lord?"

The servant girl had been guarding the midnight last night. Now she is sleepy and sleepy. She wakes up and kneels down respectfully. "Little master, the Lord should still be talking to all the adults now. The little master has thought about it in the middle of the night. I will serve you to sleep. If the Lord comes back to see the little master's jade body is damaged, the servant will be miserable I love you

Sanskrit shook his head in a hurry, and her expression followed with excitement, "no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

The maid quickly took her hand and comforted, "well, little master, don't be afraid. If you don't see him, we'll be gone, and no one will be. Don't be afraid?"

Sanskrit is still mumbling with her eyes open, "no, can't see him, can't see..." She buried her head slowly in her neck socket, her shoulders trembling like a broken winged bird.

The scenes of life and death in dreams, the bloody snow, the burning palace buildings, the desperate cry of women, and the endless road with palace walls on all sides...

if it's just a dream, why do every detail appear?

If it's not a dream, then why... When I wake up, my memory is already scattered?

There was another time in Qingque Daochang, her bright sword edge pierced the man's shoulder. There was no fear or disgust in his eyes, but deep pity.

He called her sister.

Why is that man's face so familiar? Where on earth did she meet him?

The maid bit her lip and sighed.

Since the last time Qingque Taoist temple came back, the little master seemed to be a different person. Sometimes he could not say a word all day, and sometimes he could murmur to himself for a long time in front of the window.

It's nothing more than your own identity and the sealed memories.

However, everyone in the palace knows that her life experience is a secret mystery.

So she can only gently persuade, "little master, you think too much."

"I don't, I don't, I don't!" Suddenly, fanyin picked up a jade Ruyi beside her pillow and threw it on the ground. All of a sudden, she was torn apart. The broken jade Guanghua that flowed around still received the fear in the maid's eyes, which made her feel a sense of inexplicable pleasure. "Why do you all want to hide from me? Why do you all want to cheat me! What on earth I don't know, you say! Say it

The little girl covered the forehead cut by the debris, and the red blood flowed out along the finger seam, but she was still kneeling in place, "little master, you worry more."

Fanyin suddenly turned out of bed, where her eyes went, she would smash anything she saw, but her eyes were full of tears and she was teetering. "You think I'm an outsider from the beginning to the end. I just want to know the truth. Why don't you even have such a little power? Why..."

those servants look at her eyes with fear and submission, but There is no pity.

In the scene of Qingque Taoist temple, the man's narrow and beautiful eyes were sparkling, and he called her "sister" in a low voice. His gentle eyes did not belong to a stranger who met for the first time.

。 Suddenly, a little girl came to the door and said, "the Lord is coming --"

the Sanskrit voice suddenly trembled. She pursed her lips and her eyes twinkled. Several maids got up to meet her. Xiao Yunjing had already turned the screen, but she did not follow the other people except the two little girls in the lamp.

"Please King Jin'an." They all knelt down, but the little girl who was waiting for her peeked at Xiao Yunjing. The man wore a home-made bean green fiber and crane cloak, and his ink hair was slightly scattered. He looked really noble and elegant, just like a great scholar in the Imperial Academy. He raised his hand and said in a low voice, "please take care of me. You've been busy for most of the day. Go down early and have a rest."

The little girl hesitated and sighed Sanskrit again. She could not look at it. She had to step back and the two girls were also sent away.

Xiao Yunjing was holding a tray with a whole set of blue and white porcelain for four dishes of seasonal vegetables and a bowl of lotus seed soup. He stepped forward two steps and whispered, "Sanskrit, I heard you didn't eat much all day. Now I'm afraid I'm hungry. I'll make some and eat some."

Sanskrit does not speak or act. It is like a wooden doll with no expression. It just looks at the debris all over the ground.

Xiao Yunjing leaned down and said with a smile, "can't you ask me to serve you for dinner?" He scooped a half spoon of soup, handed it to the girl's lips, and said in a good voice, "come on, open your mouth."

Sanskrit turned his head to avoid blinking. The man insisted on holding it to feed him. The two of them held each other together. The Sanskrit suddenly reached out and pushed, "I don't want to eat!"

The man did not have time to resist, only listen to the clang, the porcelain bowl to the ground, instantly split, porridge is still tengtengteng, steaming hot.

The room suddenly quieted down. Xiao Yunjing seemed to have not expected to look at the Sanskrit, looking at this wonderful porcelain doll in the ordinary days. Her eyes twinkled and her meaning was unknown. And Sanskrit, like a small animal being provoked, raised his eyes and glared at him.After staring for a long time, he didn't see the man's attitude. The momentum of Sanskrit gradually weakened. "If the LORD loves Sanskrit, how can he come here now?"

Recently, Xiao Yungang has not heard of this person, but he is still worried about it. Is it really useful for you to listen to him

Fanyin saw that the man's voice was always gentle, and his heart was slowly calmed down. He said, "don't you blame fanyin for destroying those antiques?"

Xiao Yunjing stretched out a hand and put it on the girl's shoulder. "It's just some dead things. If you like to put it there for fun, it's OK. If you like to break it, there's nothing wrong with it."

Fanyin sucked his nose, "Lord... I..."

"how can a lord be a king in one mouthful? What's more, Xiao Yunjing points to the tip of the girl's nose with a smile." you and I don't need to be like this. "

Although the man has warned her more than once that she will follow his path and become the holy daughter worshipped by thousands of people under one person, and will become the only queen of Dayan, but...

"Uncle Xiao." Sanskrit called in a low voice, his face did not fade the childish color, "Xiao Lang, I am afraid. I'm afraid I can't do what you want me to do, and I'm afraid you'll be disappointed

Xiao Yunjing stroked the girl's soft hair, with a smile on her lips.

"No, Sanskrit. You are born to be the daughter of the royal family. God will help you, and one day you will come to all directions... Those who hinder you -- "a cold color flashed in his eyes, like a poisoned knife, cold in the light of the morning.

"It's really damned."

As the candle flickered, he held the girl's slender white hand on the soft pillow, traced the lines of the girl's palm with his fingertips, and said in a low voice, "Sanskrit, in any case, you and I always need to support each other. You are still young. Now there are some things you don't understand, but you should know that uncle will not harm you." The moon color is as light as water, and it is blooming in his eyebrows and eyes, like a gentle country, which can let her temporarily forget the disputes in Wulin and the dilemma.

When Sanskrit raised her eyes in surprise, the gentle moonlight twinkled in her amber eyes.

"Sanskrit, be obedient, eh?"

The man's indifference, aloof, seems to be at this moment, his eyes only one person.

The Sanskrit was leaning on his shoulder. It was a special aroma, which made her feel very at ease.

It seems that at this moment, the truth is not so important.

"Will Xiao Lang always be so good to Sanskrit?"

Xiao Yunjing seemed to be slightly stunned and raised his eyes. The smile on his face was still childe Ruyu's, "nature. Sanskrit is the most important woman alone. "

The girl's amber eyes twinkled with inexplicable brilliance and said slowly, "is it?" I don't know whether it's sad or happy for a moment, but I think secretly in my heart that Xiao Lang's gentle words are because she is the future queen of Dayan, or because she is Sanskrit?

The candle was blown out, the man's voice was deep as water, "sleep, last night did not rest well, do not need to think about it any more." In the past, she was quietly withdrawn as a girl.

Meng's footstep is as light as possible. Step by step, he walks through the leafy garden and the folding corridor. His time is not long. Once the person turns back and finds that he is missing, he will immediately inform the upper and lower levels. If he wants to get out of the way, he will be in trouble.

All of a sudden, after the rockery, it seems that there is a girl's voice. Although the voice is not high, it is very familiar, "I warn you... I warn you! If you dare to think too much of me, my sister will not let you go! "

Corresponding to it, the man sneered and said frivolously, "Miss Nangong, why don't I dare?"? These days, Xiao Yunjing is still here. I will give him some face and show respect and courtesy to you. Do you really regard yourself as a guest of honor? To tell you the truth, you are just a chess piece used by Xiao Yunjing, the old fox, to restrain Meng forgetchuan. Now he's busy comforting his own little girl, so I can do what I want - if you're wise, you can cooperate with me, so that you don't have to suffer. "

Meng's eyes suddenly contracted and stopped breathing.

This man's voice is very soft and can't distinguish between male and female, but the female voice is so familiar!

Nangong brocade kite!