The Queen of War

A gentle spring breeze blew through, wrinkled a pool of spring water, and ripples appeared on the lake. The graceful willows are swaying in the spring wind, just like the slender waist branches of a girl, reflecting the pool of spring water.

Zhong Wuyan wore a white background with a bright red collar, a pair of printed Beizi, a white round neck middle coat, a bright red floral pleated skirt, and casually combed a simple bun. Her head was only decorated with peach flowers imitating silk flowers. She looked refreshing and graceful, just like a fairy coming to earth. She put on a hat with a green veil, so that no one would find the mask on her face. The gold mask has become a symbol of her identity. At a glance, even a stranger will know who she is.

Many years have passed, and there are few old servants left in the former Zhong mansion. She and Yan Ying inquired for many days, but they didn't find out anything.

"Don't worry, there will be news." Yan Ying comforted, "those people must have relatives without salt, and there must be correspondence between them. This kind of thing is urgent. How can you know your life experience at once? Is it boring to know the truth without effort?"

I believe no one in the world would like to spend a lot of time, but Zhong Wuyan couldn't help laughing at Yan Ying's words.

"What elder martial brother said is really reasonable." she smiled and made him a cup of tea made with peach petals. "If I knew the truth so easily, maybe I would doubt that it was false."

In fact, Zhong Wuyan didn't think about her life experience before. But I don't know why, when she thought of the past, she had a headache, which forced her to give up.

There is a pavilion by the lake. Although it is a little shabby, it is very clean. Sitting here, you can look at the sparkling lake, smell the attractive flowers, and enjoy the boundless spring here. From time to time, a small red boat will sail past the calm lake. The heavily dressed Pipa girl on it sings that sweet little song, breaking the calm of the lake.

"By the way, do you remember the past?" Yan Ying asked as she tasted tea. "Even a little memory."

They sat in the Pavilion by the lake and looked at the spring all over the city. They just felt refreshed and relaxed. Today's salt free, beautiful as the south of the Yangtze River, with willows and moist air, it's hard to imagine. More than ten years ago, there was a terrible catastrophe here. There were corpses everywhere and no one in a hundred miles.

Zhong Wuyan listened and said with a smile, "I don't know why, in my mind, a piece of water often appears. I seem to fall into the water, struggling desperately in the water, and my head seems to have been hit hard. Every time I want to continue thinking, my head hurts, so I give up later."

That piece of water often appeared in her dreams and lingered for a long time. In fact, Zhong Wuyan later learned to swim. I don't know why. Every time she dreams of water, she will have an inexplicable fear in her heart.

"Didn't your adoptive father say anything about your life experience?" Yan Ying drank the familiar peach blossom tea and couldn't help thinking of the good times when he was in the peach blossom mountain. "How did he adopt you?"

Zhong Wuyan smiled faintly: "my adoptive father only said that he saved me unintentionally. He didn't say much about the rest. Since he didn't want to say, it's not convenient for me to ask more for fear that he would think more."

She didn't ask. She was worried that her adoptive father misunderstood that she wanted to find her biological parents instead of staying in the clock house. So she could only put her mind down as if it had never happened. She was the miss of the Zhong family. The Zhong family, unable to bear children, treated her as their own and taught her to read. The most astonishing thing for the Zhong family is that Zhong Wuyan is very smart and never forgets, and there is a great family style in her speech and behavior.

It was getting late. The sunset put away the last ray of light and left patches of rosy clouds on the horizon. At this time, the lake became more heated and noisy. Those dignitaries and dignitaries took a painted boat and hugged geisha to have fun on the boat. War seems very far away from them, and it seems impossible. But now the border is still extremely unstable and full of wolves.

"Let's go back." Zhong Wuyan didn't want to see the dirty picture and said to Yan Ying, "I'm tired after walking all day."

In her impression, her hometown should be clean and free from secular pollution. But now it seems that there is no difference between salt free and every corner of Qi. The so-called pure land is just that I inadvertently beautify my hometown in my dream.

Yan Ying couldn't help laughing. However, he didn't say anything, just followed Zhong Wuyan and returned to Zhong Fu.

After cleaning, it has been much cleaner. Although it is still dilapidated, there is a curl of cooking smoke. In this dilapidated house, there is also a little smell of human fireworks.

As night fell, Zhong Wuyan and Yan Ying went back to their houses early to have a rest.

At midnight, the old red wood door was slowly pushed open, and a pair of feet wearing black coarse cloth shoes slowly stepped in. The footsteps were very light and fell on the cold ground without a trace of sound.

A gust of overcast wind blew and dropped all the peach blossoms. The beautiful peach petals, dancing in the night wind, add a little sad and beautiful atmosphere to the endless darkness.

Zhong Wuyan is sleeping soundly. She lies quietly on her old little bed. The bed had been broken, but Yan Ying's hands were very skillful. It didn't take much time to repair it. This bed carries Zhong Wuyan's childhood dream and has her sweetest happiness.

The carved wooden door was blown open by the wind.

The feet in black cloth shoes came in slowly.

Although he was walking, he couldn't hear any sound. The man was like floating on the ground. It seemed that his toes didn't touch the cold ground.

Zhong Wuyan slept very sweetly. She was covered with an old blue quilt, with a faint smile on her mouth. It seems that she had a beautiful dream tonight. Did she meet her adoptive father again in her dream?

A thin hand slowly extended to her tender face.

The hand was very thin, skinny, with sharp fingernails, flashing cold light.

The sharp nails touched her smooth and delicate skin.

Suddenly, Zhong Wuyan opened her eyes. She moved very quickly, directly grasped the man's wrist and fastened the door of life. As long as she exerted a little force, the man's wrist would break. That wrist is extremely cold, like the Millennium ice. It feels like holding a skeleton, which makes people shudder.

I saw a man in black standing in front of the bed. The man was not tall, his white long hair was flying in the night wind, and a pair of deeply sunken eyes twinkled with strange light in the night. The man's face was as pale as death, as if he had just come out of the coffin. Moreover, the man's teeth were very stubborn, and their thin lips could not let them settle down. They leaned out their heads and breathed the fresh air outside. Although the man's face was poor, his teeth were extremely white. His white teeth glittered with terrible cold light in the cold moonlight.