I heard that you are the illegitimate son of Hades?

"what is your name?"

Li Fangyu approached and poked her cheek lightly, it was soft like a little bun.Her little face, which was a little pale from the cold, instantly turned red, and Ziye lowered her head in an attempt to hide the blush on her face.

Why am I blushing...

"Her name is Xia Ziye, and this is her home address." Mangsu handed him the page and said, "Send this little girl home, you know this area better than me, is it okay? "

"Guaranteed to complete the task." After Li Fangyu finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to take Ziye's little hand, and smiled at her: "Let's go, little sister."

He dragged Ziye out without any explanation, and Ziye looked back at Mangsu and followed Li Fangyu obediently.

"Your name is Xia Ziye?" He suddenly turned his head and asked her.

She nodded repeatedly.

Yes, Xia Ziye.

"Your name sounds nice, but..." He didn't know what suddenly came to his mind, and he frowned, pretending to have a bitter and bitter expression, and sighed.

"It's a pity... Wan Shenlang's knee, where is it not pitiful?"

What is he talking about?

Ziye also frowned slightly, and looked sideways at him with eyes full of doubts.

"It's okay, I just thought of a poem, and the title of the poem is "Midnight Song". It seems that you know a lot of words, have you learned poetry yet?"

She shook her head.not yet.

"If you want to start learning poetry, you must read "Midnight Song". After all, having the same name as yourself is also considered a kind of fate."

oh oh.Zi Ye nodded to show that he knew.

"How old are you? Shouldn't you be as young as Pingting?"

She stretched out eight fingers, which meant that she was eight years old.

"Then I'm one year older than you." Li Fangyu smiled, "But you can't call me brother, so I would rather have a younger sister."

"By the way, your address... are you Xiahou's daughter?" He looked at her and nodded slightly, showing himself a sweet smile.

it's over... it's over...

He took a step back and bowed to her: "I have offended you so much just now, please don't take it to heart, princess."

It's okay, actually.I love it when you take my hand and talk with me.

Ziye hurriedly asked him to put away this set of etiquette, anyway, she wanted to let him play with her when she arrived at the door of the house.

Xiahou's mansion has become a mess, Xiahou and his wife sent people to the market to look for the young lady.

Seeing Ziye walk in swaggeringly, as if nothing happened, this made the whole house feel relieved.

"Midnight, where did you go? You scared me to death." Madam rubbed Ziye's head, both surprised and delighted.

She threw herself into her mother's arms, smiling innocently.

Ziye looked back at Li Fangyu who was standing at the door, pointed at his mother with his left finger, then pointed at himself with his right hand, then clasped his hands together, and finally pointed to his head.

Mother, I... want to be friends with him.

She smiled at him.

When the cold wind blew, her smile was like the warm sun in three winters. She was caught off guard and warmed half of his life.

That year, she was eight years old and he was ten years old.

In this way, the two can be regarded as officially acquainted.I know that you are Xia Ziye, who will be hard to find after a long absence; you also know that I am Li Fangyu, who is hard to find for a long time, and Yu Feng hides.

"What then?"

Jiang Han closed his eyes, leaned lazily on Chu Ci's body, and leaned into his shoulder, listening to the shrill sound of the flute not far away, like the sadness of a young girl who just fell in love but couldn't love it, lightly under the night. Ferment lightly.

Chu Ci stretched out his arms and hugged Jiang Han in his arms, rubbed his ears and temples together for a while, and then he continued slowly: "Then...it was a tragedy."

His deep and slightly magnetic voice floated in the night, unhurriedly telling other people's stories to Wanfeng and the people around him.

later……

Nine years later.

Li Shangshu asked for an order to preside over the reform.

Public grain goes into the warehouse, and private grain goes into the warehouse.Reorganize the army and reduce taxes.Noble privileges were confiscated, and the clan test was added.The surname given by the emperor was cancelled, and water conservancy was built.

After the reform, the fortunes of the country prospered, corrupt officials fell, and the people were all applauded.

The variable law... Since ancient times, the interests of the authoritarian clan have been harmed. They jointly framed and strangled, which made this vigorous reform a complete failure.

Not only that, but all those who supported the reform were implicated.

The founder, Li Shangshu, copied and beheaded all over his family, and died without a whole body.

Before he died, he looked up to the sky and sighed: If you don't listen to the people's grievances, your ministers will listen to them; but today is like this, what is the law of heaven?

After speaking, the executioner raised his long knife.

There is no such thing as a TV drama where someone would yell: Keep someone under the knife, his bloody head rolled off the guillotine, and his eyes widened at the supervisor.Blood gushed out from the broken joint of the neck, staining the executioner's knife red with the blood of an unknown number of people.

The headless body was still kneeling on the spot, motionless.

After the executioner finished beheading, he took a sip of wine from the wine jar, held his breath, and sprayed the wine on the blade of the knife, then wiped it on the dead man's clothes.

And the first to bear the brunt is Xiahou who strongly supports the reform.

Clan ministers framed Xiahou as having an affair with people from outside Xinjiang in order to rebel, and his crime should be punished.

The emperor was kept in the dark, and the officials controlled the government.

Xiahou was given a glass of poisoned wine by the emperor, and his wife was so out of breath that she fainted and never woke up again.The Xia Mansion was ruined overnight, and Ziye suddenly became a beggar on the street from being the Princess of Showa, who was bestowed by the imperial court.

She couldn't speak, so she could only cry.

I cried for a long time, and my eyes were swollen.

She buried her father and mother together at the foot of a barren mountain outside the city, and she crouched in front of the grave in the middle of the night, not knowing how she should live.

Because she is a mute, no one wants her to work for a living.The previous mansion has been confiscated by the government, and all the maids and servants have dispersed, leaving her alone.He had no choice but to beg on the street every day, and after being stared at and spurned, he committed himself in a ruined temple outside the city.

Sometimes, heaven and hell are just a moment.

There are too many unexpected things that will happen to you. This is an arranged history and cannot be changed.

Ziye once walked outside the city wearing plain coarse clothes, and was knocked unconscious from the back of the head and sold into a brothel. Unfortunately, she couldn't speak, and no matter how pretty her small face was, she couldn't win the interest of the customers.Aunt Liu left her behind to do chores in the backyard, but she was also her daughter's family and couldn't bear to see her in such a homeless state.

In fact, Ziye didn't know how to do those odd jobs at the beginning, but he did it after imitating others, and if he didn't do well, he would be scolded.

Fortunately, the chores in Firework Lane are not heavy, so she can bear it.The days passed like this day by day, the buds of the peach tree in the yard bloomed again and again, thanked again and again, wild geese flew south, and the vegetation withered.

There are all sorts of ugliness in Fireworks Lane, even if some people cast aside or curse at them, there are huge crowds of people, as usual.

Until the reunion one day, she was not happy to see him.

She experienced life in the ups and downs, and he recalled other people's stories in the book.

She looked at him, smiling like a child, but her eyes were full of bitterness.

There is nowhere to talk about her thoughts.