On the farewell night, there is no moon and it is so dark that it is desperate.
Beat the wooden window wildly, the window paper was broken, and there was no time to repair it. I was afraid that no one would repair it in the future. The wind shuttled through the cave, making a crying sound.
Gong Mai Aman put the last dress in her bag, and looked up anxiously towards the door. Diji was standing in the courtyard, her long hair was blown wildly, and her long sleeves were embroidered like a pair of wings waiting to be broken.
She hesitated to walk over, put the heavy cloak on Diji’s thin shoulders, and whispered: “Princess, it’s time, let’s go.”
Emperor Ji nodded his head, his white hands protruding from the long sleeves, pointing to the pink and white of the courtyard, and the voice was very soft: “Aman, look, the flowers of Begonia are all blooming. The father and queen will never see you again.
Amman said softly, “Princess, you are still young, don’t think so much. Let’s go quickly.”
Emperor Ji Jing looked quietly at the pale red petals, and the wind rolled them up, throwing her arms like flying snow. Obviously it was the weather in May, but it suddenly chilled. The delicate blooming begonia that just bloomed couldn’t stand the wind and rain. It pulled a large area and left the branch miserably, and committed himself to the soil.
“Aman, the country is destroyed. Why do you say that I can’t guard with my father and emperor until they die? Shouldn’t I stay?”
Aman almost cried out, holding a smile: “The princess is only 14 years old, and her life will be long in the future. The emperor and the queen only hope that you will live a safe life, and live a steady life.”
Diji slowly shook her head, turned around and held a dying vertical begonia in her palm, carefully put it in her purse.
“Aman, can I have a look here again?” Di Ji asked in a low voice.
Aman secretly wiped away tears, trembling: “Okay … Look again …”
Hadn’t finished speaking, I saw a flash of meteor fire suddenly in the air, with a sharp roar of sound, straight down to the palace here. With a loud bang, the glazed tiles on the roof of Emperor Jinfang ’s palace shattered, and the fire was generally raining and falling, mixed with tiles and dust.
Aman screamed: “They are going to set fire to the imperial city! Princess! It will be too late to go again!”
Did not wait for the Emperor Ji to answer, she grabbed her arm and dragged her lifelessly towards the secret trail behind the palace.
Di Ji’s body was thin and thin, and she ran in the wind, almost stumbled. The thorny branches of the mountain trail stretched randomly, hitting her face with a blood stain. She was sweaty on her face, and suddenly she couldn’t help but look back. There were countless meteor-like fires in the sky, which fell in the imperial city.
It looks like fire is burning in the glaze, and the Imperial City becomes crystal clear in the firelight, and it is about to melt.
Falling into the imperial city with a meteor-like fire rain, there are countless strange birds with two or three people tall, red head, like a blood clot. The sad cry in the imperial city was brought to the ear by the strong wind, and Aman could no longer support it, kneeling on the ground with his face covered, crying and weeping.
It was a red-headed ghost, only a demon who ate human desires.
The thin blood slipped from Diji’s lips. She bit her lips fiercely. The huge pain in her body almost shattered her into powder. As if she couldn’t take it anymore, she suddenly shook Aman’s hand away and rushed down the mountain.
Didn’t run a few steps, Aman dragged her lifelessly from behind and hugged her. The branch was broken, and Emperor Ji was shaking like a wounded beast, and his face was covered with mud.
She didn’t know how long she had struggled, and slowly no longer had strength. From the deepest part of the soul, huge emptiness and fear emerged. She thought she would die, but she couldn’t die; she opened her mouth to cry, but could only give out intermittent gasps.
She must watch all the things she has destroyed tonight, the soul is cut by a knife, it can’t be weak, she can’t look back.
Aman felt that the strength in her arms was gradually weakening, and Di Ji fell in her arms, and would never move. She wiped tears hard, took the handkerchief out of her arms, pulled the hair of Emperor Ji, and wiped the mud from her face.
In the light of fire, Di Ji’s face was as pale as a ghost. Once she was charming and smart, but now she was only in a trance and bleakness. She closed her eyes tightly, her thick long eyelashes trembled, and it took a long, long time before a huge teardrop rolled down.
When the sky was about to dawn, Diji woke up.
“… Aman, let’s go.” She didn’t cry anymore, her tone was flat, but her eyes were covered with blood.
Aman looked at her worriedly: “Princess, let me carry you back. You take a rest again.”
Emperor Ji shook his head, took two pieces of white paper from his sleeve, bit his fingertips and dripped blood on it, and then threw it on the ground. The white paper instantly became two horses.
She turned her horse and raised the reins, and the horse immediately made a loud hiss.
“Go down the mountain and find a place to stay.”
Aman saw her look calm, but she was worried, hesitantly whispered: “Princess … what are you thinking?”
Emperor Ji turned back and smiled at her slightly, the pale pear vortex flared on the cheek, reflecting the blueish morning light, she seemed to have become the charming and charming little princess again.
“Aman, rest assured, I will live.” Live until the damn day.
The horse spread its four hoofs and went down the mountain.
“Princess, where are we going?”
“Go to a place where there is no war yet.”
