Ye Can

"you're free."

After King Zong finished speaking, he dropped his long finger and opened the birdcage hanging in front of the window with a click.With a few flutters, a prison bird flew out of the cage, swept across the eaves, and flew into the twilight of late March spring.

The twilight was deep, and there seemed to be a mist flowing around. King Zong stood in the corridor wearing a robe, and his whole body was immersed in the blurred night.She stood with her hands behind her back, looking up at the bird as it flew across the dark sky, gradually becoming a black spot, until it disappeared.

A cold wind blows from the empty deep palace, stirring Zong Wang's messy long hair.She looked into the distance, listening to the faint noise coming from outside the wall, and gently grasped the dagger hidden under the wide sleeve.

There were footsteps coming from behind, gradually approaching.Holding the dagger in one hand, King Zong put his index finger on his lips with the other, and softly hissed: "Shh, be gentle, the lonely bird has flown away."

She turned to look at the person who came, standing in front of the window with disheveled hair and a heavy shadow, which made the person stop.

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

The woman raised her eyes and met Zong Wang's long and narrow eyes.King Zong looked at her with squinted eyes, and asked in confusion, "Aren't you going?"

The servants in the palace had long since left, and the once prosperous palace was now a mess, with only the desolate night wind wandering around.Those shrill and noisy voices combined together seemed to be denouncing the innocence of Zong Wang.

The woman clenched the tray in her hand, stared at Zong Wang's gloomy appearance, and calmly said: "I won't leave, I still want to toast your majesty with a glass of wine."

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

The heavy shadow approached, and then a slender white hand reached out to the woman and took down the glass of wine.The color of the wine was clear, Zong Wang gently shook the wine glass, put it to his lips and drank it down in one gulp.

Seeing this, the woman pursed her lips.

The long finger shook slightly, Zong Wang let go, and with a click, the wine glass as delicate as white jade shattered to the ground.Debris was scattered on the pitch-black floor like flecks of snow.

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

"You are so beautiful, let's enter the palace with the lonely king." That night, King Zong knelt halfway in front of her wrapped in a cloak, and said carelessly with his narrow eyes narrowed.

The noisy banquet fell silent because of this sentence, and the cold night wind mixed with snow blew into the warm tent.The woman sitting in front of the banquet hurriedly lowered her eyes, avoiding King Zong's sight.King Zong stretched out his cool long fingers, supported the woman's chin, and said in a low voice, "Why, don't you want to?"

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

So the woman raised her head and said without humility: "The humble minister is already someone else's wife, so I can't..."

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

An anxious voice came in, "Reporting to the monarch, this is the minister's wife." The person who spoke was Ping Nanhou, so King Zong looked at him as if he had suddenly realized.

She tilted her head, seeming to have an idea: "Your wife, take it as a congratulatory gift to the lonely king. How about it?" When Zong Wang said this, he slowly got up and pulled out the long sword at his waist It rested on Pingnanhou's shoulder, showing a gentle smile, "The lonely king will give you a gift."

The sword seemed to be extremely heavy, and it bent Pingnanhou's spine: "I... I wish to dedicate my wife to the king."

King Zong was finally satisfied, she dropped the long sword in her hand to the ground, and stretched out her hand towards the woman, "Come, follow the lonely king."

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

A drop of blood fell on the ground, and the servant's shriek rang in his ears.The woman closed her eyes tightly and was dragged into his arms by the king.Zong Wang broke off the hairpin that had been pierced into his palm, stroked the woman's cheek with his bloody hand, and said softly: "Interesting..."

As she said this, she wiped the thick blood on the woman's lips, narrowing her eyes slightly, "The brighter the color of the lip balm, the better it will be."

The woman tasted a strong smell of blood, and finally closed her eyes in despair.Since then, Zong Wang, who has always been moody, has a new fun.The woman became the only prison bird in the backyard of her deep palace.

The surrounding darkness became more and more intense, and King Zong stretched out his hand to lead her to the small couch, "Why are you wearing white clothes? You shouldn't be wearing white clothes, it doesn't look good."

The king let the woman sit on the small couch, and put his outer robe on the woman.As soon as the robe was taken off, the woman saw the dagger in King Zong's hand.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she whispered, "Because Your Majesty is about to die."

Standing in front of her, King Zong stretched out his long fingers to caress her lips as soft as cherry blossoms, and said softly: "Is this practicing for Gu? If you are practicing, you should dress more beautifully."

"Gu still prefers your appearance with heavy makeup."

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

"You hate Gu too, right?" Zong Wang said, a strong smell of blood spread in the cold air.The woman's hands trembled slightly, her long fingers moved slightly, and finally she put her hand on Zong Wang's slender neck, and said in a low voice: "It's hate..."

The slightly cold fingertips gradually warmed up with the passage of time, Zong Wang lay on her knees, slowly closed his eyes, and said softly: "It's time to say goodbye, can you stop saying this word."

"If you can, give me a single white tea plant, I feel..."

"You're so clean...and you're pretty..."

The bright red blood spilled on the woman's legs, gradually wetting her plain shoe uppers.The person on the lap gradually lost its breath, and the woman was wearing the robe of Zong Wang, only to feel that the night wind in the late March spring was actually colder than the snowstorm that winter night.

After a while, the uproar approached, and the voices of countless people pierced the palace wall with arrow feathers.Then a fire was ignited from the deep palace, and the smoke gradually thickened.

The wind blows black smoke, choking people to tears.The woman lowered her eyes, and a tear fell on Zong Wang's jet-black hair.So she stood up and gently placed King Zong's body on the ground.King Zong lay on his back, revealing the dagger stuck in his chest.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, went to the corridor and folded a white tea plant.

Holding white tea in her slender hand through the mist, she came to Zong Wang's side. The woman stopped and knelt beside Zong Wang.She reached out and placed the white tea plant on Zong Wang's blood-stained chest, and said softly, "Don't meet in winter nights in the next life...it's too cold..."

A streak of blood flowed down from the corner of her mouth, and the woman's body slowly fell down, lying on Zong Wang's body.

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