Ye Chan

"you're free."

After Wang Zong said this, his long fingers dropped, and with a click he opened the bird cage hanging in front of the window. With a few flapping sounds, a prisoner bird flew out of the cage, swept across the eaves, and flew into the twilight of late spring in March.

The dusk was deep, and there seemed to be a mist flowing around him. King Zong stood under the porch in his robe, and his whole person was immersed in the misty night. She stood with her hands up, looking up at the birds flying across the dim sky, gradually turning into a black spot until it disappeared.

The cold wind blew from the empty deep palace, flicking the messy long hair of Zongwang. She looked into the distance, listened to the faint noise coming from outside the wall, and gently held the short knife hidden under the sleeve of her big coat.

There were footsteps coming from behind, gradually approaching. King Zong held a short knife in one hand, put his index finger on his lips in the other, and hissed lightly: "Hush, be lighter, the lone bird flew away."

She turned to look at the person coming, standing in front of the window with a dishevelled look with a thick shadow, making the person stop.

A woman was standing in front of King Zong with a glass of wine. She wore a snow-white dress, and her long, thin, black hair fell straight on her shoulders, making her beautiful face look like high mountain white tea. Awe-inspiring.

The woman raised her eyes and met the long narrow eyes of the king. Wang Zong squinted his eyes to look at her, a little confused and said, "Aren't you leaving?"

The waiters in the palace had already been gone at this time, and the original prosperous palace was now full of mess, and only the desolate night breeze wandered around. The stern noises combined, seemed to be beating the king's innocence.

The woman squeezed the tray in her hand, staring at the gloomy appearance of Zong Wang, calmly saying: "I am not going, I will also toast the Lord a glass of wine."

Zong Wang stared, saw the glass of wine in the woman's hand, and walked over. She dragged her steps, turned her back to all the light, and came to the woman step by step.

The heavy shadow approached, and then a white and slender hand stretched out in front of the woman and took off the glass of wine. The wine was clear, the king of Zong shook the glass gently, put it to his lips and drank it.

The woman pressed her lips when she saw it.

Long fingers swayed slightly, the king let go, and with a click, the white jade-like wine glass suddenly shattered to the ground. The fragments were scattered on the dark floor, like a little bit of residual snow.

The woman lowered her eyes, looked at the broken wine glass, and suddenly remembered that winter night.

"You were born so beautifully, just follow the lonely king into the palace." That night, Zong Wang half-kneeled in front of her wrapped in a cloak, squinting his narrow eyes indifferently.

The hustle and bustle of the banquet fell silent because of this sentence, and the cold night breeze mixed with snow blew into the warm big tent. The woman sitting in front of the banquet quickly cast her eyes down, avoiding King Zong's sight. King Zong stretched out his cool long fingers, held the woman's chin, and whispered: "Why, don't you want it?"

She is the king, the only king in the country of Yan. No one can disobey her no matter how unreasonably she makes trouble.

So the woman raised her head, neither humbled nor said: "The minister is already another woman, and she can't..."

"Shhh..." Wang Zong put his index finger on her lips and asked in a low voice, "Whose wife are you?"

A nervous voice intervened, "Return to the monarch, this is the minister's wife." The speaker was Ping Nanhou, so Zong Wang seemed to have realized it, and looked at him.

She tilted her head and seemed to have a discussion: "Your wife, treat it as a gift to the lonely king. How?" When King Zong said this, he slowly got up and drew the long sword from his waist. Reaching Ping Nanhou's shoulders, he showed a gentle smile, "The lonely king, I will give you a gift."

The sword seemed to be of great weight, bend the backbone of Ping Nanhou: "The minister...is willing to dedicate my wife to the emperor."

King Zong was finally satisfied, she threw the long sword in her hand to the ground, and stretched out her hand to the woman, "Come, follow King Gu."

The woman got up, pulled out the hairpin in her hair, and stabbed it at King Zong.

A drop of blood fell on the ground, and the sharp voice of the waiter rang in his ear. The woman closed her eyes tightly and was dragged into the arms by the king. King Zong broke off the hairpin pierced into his palm, stroked the woman's cheek with his **** hand, and said softly: "Interesting..."

As she said, she put heavy blood on the woman's lips, narrowing her eyes, "The color of the mouth fat is brighter, it will look better."

The woman tasted a strong smell of blood, and finally closed her eyes in despair. Since then, the always moody King Zong has a new play. The woman became the only prisoner bird in the backyard of her deep palace.

The darkness around him became more intense, and Wang Zong stretched out his hand to lead her to the small couch, "Why are you wearing white? You shouldn't be wearing white, it's not good-looking."

King Zong let the woman sit on the small couch and put the robe on the woman. When she took off her outer robe, the woman saw the short knife held by King Zong.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she whispered: "Because the Lord is about to die."

King Zong stood in front of her, stretched out his long fingers and stroked her soft lips like cherry blossoms, and whispered, "Is this for Gu practice? If it is practice, you should dress brighter."

"Gu still prefers your appearance with heavy makeup."

As King Zong said, he knelt down in front of the woman and put his head on her knee. Wang Zong's hair spread out on the woman's knees, revealing Wang's slender and white neck.

"You also hate loneliness, right?" King Zong said so, a strong smell of blood spread in the cold air. The woman's hand trembled slightly, her long fingers moved slightly, and finally she placed her hand on the slender neck of King Zong, and whispered: "I hate it..."

The cool fingertips gradually warmed with the passing of time. King Zong lay on her knees, slowly closed his eyes, and whispered, "It's already time to say goodbye, can you stop saying this word?"

"If you can, give me a lone white tea, I think..."

"You are so plain...and pretty..."

Bright red blood spilled on the woman's legs, gradually dampening her plain vamp. The person on the lap gradually lost his breath, and the woman wore the robes of a king, only feeling that the night breeze in the late spring of March was even colder than the wind and snow of that winter night.

After a while, the clamor gradually approached, and the voices of countless people pierced the palace wall with arrow feathers in between. So a fire ignited from the deep palace, and the thick smoke gradually became thicker.

The wind blew the black smoke and choked people to tears. The woman lowered her eyes, and a tear fell on Wang Zong's dark hair. So she got up and gently placed King Zong's body on the ground. King Zong lay on his back, revealing the short knife stuck in his chest. The blood covered her chest, like a piece of red ink splashed on the white snow.

In the dark mist, the blood was slightly dark. The woman got up, walked towards the outside of the hall, came to the porch and broke off a plant of white tea.

She slenderly held the white tea through the mist and came to King Zong. The woman stopped and knelt beside King Zong. She stretched out her hand, placed the white tea plant on King Zong's blood-stained chest, and said softly: "Don't meet in the winter night in the next life... It's too cold..."

A stream of blood wandered down the corner of her mouth, and the woman's body slowly fell down, lying on King Zong's body.

The fire outside the window burst with the wind, the sound of the wind hunted, and the voices of thousands of people pushed it to the palace wall.