The No. 1 mixed score king in the whole server [StarCraft]

[Dear Mr. M:

Thanks for showing up and taking me out of that weird castle.

I will never forget that night as long as I live.

Wild roses grew in the fields, and crickets murmured in the meadows.

The stars kiss the earth lightly, and the fireflies are like falling meteors.

The dewy brambles cling to the corners of my skirt, and the laurel falls on my hair.

I have been crying.

Glass beads, roses, crickets.You did everything I asked of you.

You must be wondering why I love these things.But it's a secret. 】

Lin Jing came to his senses after a short period of brain blanking, and also squatted down, looking at the girl in the sea of ​​flowers.

He asked dryly, "You're not a witch, are you?"

From the moment the girl held the cricket, her emotions completely collapsed.

Her long golden hair covered her trembling body, her throat was broken, tears were streaming down her face, she was choked up and unable to speak.

Seeing this situation, Lin Jing also knew.

It's not a witch, it's a...princess chained to a tower by a witch.

The mouse climbed onto his shoulders and sat down again, equally confused: "My God, so that formation is not to break the illusion of witches, but a space-time regression formation. We went back to several years ago, when the princess was still imprisoned. In the forest?"

Lin Jing didn't speak, but he had already acquiesced in the mouse's point of view.

He quietly looked at the girl in front of him.

Fireflies adorn her hair like stars.The princess finally had enough crying, and slowly opened her hand, and the cricket jumped back to the grass, singing softly in the wilderness.

With wet tears on her face, she looked up at Lin Jing.

The fragrance of laurel is floating, and the girl's eyes are ice blue, like the blue sky reflected by the snow-capped mountains, sad and beautiful.

Her fragility and helplessness seemed to have all been vented in the crying just now. She stood up and said calmly in a broken voice: "I am not a witch. But you brought me out, and I will fulfill the conditions I promised you." Staying on the tower all year round, a kind of loneliness seems to have penetrated into her soul.

Lin Jing's mood was particularly complicated: "What about the witch?"

The princess smiled, she seemed to want to be sarcastic, but after a while she felt dull, the corners of her mouth pulled down, and said calmly: "I don't know. In the legend of Ebylon, witches lived in the Black Forest, but I stayed here for so long I haven't seen her for a long time, and maybe there are no witches here."

Lin Jing and Mouse continued to look at each other in bewilderment.

The princess seemed to tell someone else's story: "My mother died when I was born, and then there was a lot of snow in Ebylon, and countless people froze to death and starved to death. The nobles angrily accused me of bringing bad luck, saying that I was the queen summoning the witch The child born in the wish will execute me. In order to save me, my father sent me here, and lied to the outside world that the witch kidnapped me."

"I was crying and trying to escape. My father was afraid that I would be discovered, so I hoarse my voice and planted thorns at the door."

She lowered her head, on her ankles were all kinds of scars that had just come out, and under the tumbling flesh and blood were all kinds of scars that had been accumulated over the years.

Lin Jing's voice was rough: "It's been so many years now, hasn't your father come to pick you up?"

Princess: "No."

She took the laurel that fell on her hair and said, "I think he hates me too, but he just can't bear to kill me."

Lin Jing had never met the king of Ebylon, nor at the ball, but only learned from the princess' letter that he was a man who loved his wife deeply.

He hailed his daughter as the Heart of Rose, but cruelly abandoned her in the depths of the forest to fend for herself.

Those three letters from the princess were sad and innocent, and he looked at the cold little girl standing in front of him now.

Lin Jing suddenly felt a little sad in his heart.

"So where are you going now?" he asked her, bending over her.

The princess looked at the ground in a daze, and after a long time, she said, "Mirror, take me back to the palace."

Lin Jing was stunned, unbelievable, and asked, "Go back to the palace?"

The princess' thick eyelashes cast a shadow, and she said softly: "Yes, maybe your arrival is my mother calling me back."

"Although I'm not a witch, I'm a divinely favored person, and I can understand the wizard's words. There is a more powerful magic tome in the basement of the palace, and maybe it contains the answer you want."

God favored.

Lin Jing heard this sentence again, and he asked out of nowhere: "Okay, but before you leave, can you tell me your name?"

The princess murmured: "Name?" She trembled her fingertips and said in a low voice, "My name is...Rosie."

Rossi, rossi.

Lin Jing thought to himself, it really is so.

It's easy to take the princess out of the Black Forest. According to the parchment, you can just come in and get out.

Time and space change, but the topography of the forest does not change much.

The swamp is covered with black mist, Lai Toad is lurking in it, and there are strange calls from time to time in the forest.

When Lin Jing looked around, he couldn't help but wonder: Are there really witches in this forest?Or is it all just the imagination of the people of Ebylon?

The forest is not yet surrounded by thorn hedges, and there is freedom of entry and exit.

By the time they went out, it was already dawn.

Everything sprouts in spring, and the princess's skin is even paler in the sun, like thin paper.

Still not used to the outside world, she clutched the collar of her cloak tightly.

Lin Jing was at a loss when he came out of the forest. He didn't know which way to go. Fortunately, he got out of a car selling fruit into the city.

He haggled with the farmer for a long time, and reached a consensus with a gold coin. He took the princess to the car and mixed it with the fruit pile.

"Where are you going?" asked the farmer.

Lin Jing: "Just park in the square of the city, thank you."

The farmer let out a hoo hoo and said with a smile, "The square? It's very lively there now."

Lin Jing straightened her skirt: "Huh?"

Farmer: "A few years ago, heavy snow destroyed most of the statue, and now the king is rebuilding it."

What the farmer said was right. When we arrived at the square, it was crowded with people.

He led the little princess to the carriage, and when he looked up, he saw the statue in the center.

The sky is blue and white doves fly high.The statue hadn't been trimmed, and was more dilapidated than he'd seen it later, the left arm was gone down to the shoulder, and the eyes were now two empty holes. .It can only be vaguely seen to be a woman.The curly hair falls quietly, and the long skirt is gentle.

There are still many homeless people sitting on the side of the street, chatting and discussing.

"Who is this statue that made the king spend so much effort to repair him?"

"I heard it's the queen."

"No. The high society has a bizarre explanation, saying that it was specially built for her by the queen to thank the witch for giving her a child."

"You mean—the statue is the vicious witch of the Black Forest?!"

"Yes, the poisonous woman who killed the queen and left the little princess in doubt."

"No way, I don't believe it. If it was really the Witch King, he would have smashed it long ago."

"I don't believe it either."

"Actually... I'm more curious about why the statue's eyeballs are missing?"

"Old man, new here. The eyeballs were stolen by the king to adorn his crown."

"Hey, the king lied to fool you. I saw with my own eyes that it was a pigeon that took away the eyeball that was about to fall."

"Why is it you again! The newcomer, don't pay attention to him, he is just a lunatic, talking crazy."

"You are the madman, I saw it with my own eyes!"

The tramps began to quarrel and wrestle.

Behind the square is a pointed arch cathedral, solemn and solemn, and the glass reflects the sacred skylight.

Lin Jing bent over and asked her, "Shall we go directly to the palace?"

The little princess stood where she was, looking at the statue standing under the blue sky.The breeze blew her long golden hair, and her eyes were ice blue without any emotion. After a long time, she lowered her head and pulled off the cap of her cloak: "Go straight."

Before coming to the palace, the little princess took off her hat, and the guard rolled her eyes and was almost scared to death.

Still being supported by his companions, he stood still, trembling and said to inform the king.

Lin Jing and Mouse were treated as distinguished guests, led by the maid to enter the room to rest.

She didn't sleep all day yesterday, and Lin Jing was already tired, so she lay on the bed and fell asleep immediately after touching the pillow.

It was the mouse that woke him up with its paws.

"Wake up, get up and do something."

Lin Jing sat up, and a maid stood in front of him, respectfully: "Are you awake? Do you want something to eat first?"

Lin Jing was not very hungry, looked at her strangely, and shook his head.

The maid took a deep breath, then smiled: "Then please come to the garden with me, Your Highness the Princess has something to ask you."

Princess?

When Lin Jing put on his shoes, he found that his shoes were missing and replaced with a pair of expensive crystal shoes.

"..." You guys are really considerate.

He followed the maid to the garden and saw Rossi who was reading a book.After she took off her black cloak and washed the dirt from her hair, she sat in the rose garden like an angel.

Her long golden hair reaches her waist, and the moonlight casts a layer of silver light on it.The water-blue palace dress is gorgeous and elegant, the girl's facial features are exquisite and bright, and there is an indescribable sacredness when turning the pages of the book.

"Your Highness, the guests are here."

The princess closed the book and looked up.

Then he gestured to the maid, who stepped back respectfully.

Rossi hasn't spoken much since entering the palace.

She put down her book, picked up a lamp from the table, and said to Lin Jing in a hoarse voice, "Come with me."

Lin Jing is no stranger to this road. Going down the stairs, as expected, is the basement. It was so chaotic when he came back last time, but now the books are neatly visited.

The princess lit the candles on the table and said: "This is my mother's basement. She comes from Pals, a place where everyone believes in witchcraft. My mother is a princess of Pals, and she also knows witchcraft." Research, these are all the books she collected during her lifetime, and there may be a solution to the sleeping problem you want in it."

"However," the princess paused, "you need to give me some time."

Lin Jing was in a complicated mood: "It's okay, I'm not in a hurry."

What I want to save is you in the future, but now I don't know how to go back.

The princess looked at him quietly, trying to say something, but finally fell silent.

This is a very strange princess. She has none of the kindness, cuteness, and sweetness in fairy tales, and some are cold, withdrawn, and unpredictable.

Even through that door, he never doubted her identity as a witch.

As if that's what witches are supposed to be.

But she was so sad when she escaped from the castle and collapsed in the sea of ​​flowers, and the letter she wrote was so sad.

Lin Jing met her eyes, sighed slightly, and figured it out.This is actually a sensitive and lonely girl, protecting herself with an indifferent and withdrawn shell.

At the very top of the palace, he met the king of Ebylon for the first time.

In order to thank him for saving the princess, the king personally received him.

He doesn't look like an infatuated husband or a cruel father at all, he's more like an aging prince.

The king asked him many questions about how the princess was doing in the forest, and at the end of the question tears rolled down his old cheeks.

Lin Jing looked at him and remained silent.

The king seemed to have aged many years again, and finally waved him to step down.

Lin Jing sighed, maybe the king also had reasons for being indifferent for so many years, but the damage left by the years can no longer be healed.

The princess reads very fast.At noon on the third day, she called him into the garden, opened the grimoire, and showed him the page.

"It's the closest thing to witchcraft I've found, the curse of the magic vine."

Lin Jing: "Magic vine?"

The princess nodded and said: "It is a plant that grows in the deep forest of Pals. Its thorns are poisonous. Once a person is stabbed, he will fall into a deep sleep. It is most similar to your sister's situation. It can cure the magic vine. Poisonous, only the fruit of the magic vine. In ancient times, the powerful wizards summoned it directly from the surface to fight, but now the witchcraft has almost disappeared. You need to get the seeds and cultivate them yourself."

Lin Jing was stunned: "Can't I go to the deep forest of Pals to find it? Why do I have to cultivate it myself?"

The princess shook her head: "The magic vine in the wild is extremely difficult to bloom and bear fruit. It must be watered with blood when it is young, so that it can grow fruit."

Lin Jing: "..." So evil, it really deserves a magic word.

"That's why I have to go to Pals Deep Forest."

The princess shook her head: "No, I've placed a reward order for you. Someone will come with the seeds."

Lin Jing froze for a moment, then said, "Thank you, Your Highness."

The princess said wearily: "Go find a planting pot first."

She specifically asked: "Go to the church to find it."

Lin Jing nodded without asking why.you still need to ask?The brilliance of the gods must be used to suppress the demon nature!

The princess's eyes were slightly black and blue, which should be caused by looking through the magic book day and night. She went back to sleep after telling him.

Lin Jing got into the carriage with the mouse in his pocket, and followed the maid to the church.

There are very few people in the church on Monday.The maid did not take him to the prayer room, but took Lin Jing through the corridor to the rear.

There is a garden behind the church. There is a very large tree with luxuriant branches. There are many white pigeons parked on the branches. I don’t know if they flew over from the square.

The flowers and plants are luxuriant, and the path is clear and clean, leading to a school.

The school was set up near the church. It is probably an idea thought up by the nobles to bless future generations.

Now that the school is on vacation, the building is deserted and there is no one there.

Lin Jing looked around, couldn't hold back, and asked, "Where are we going?"

The maid was afraid that she would get angry, so she quickly explained: "It's coming soon, sorry miss, I asked the people in the church, and it seems that the flower pots are only on the school side, and they are homework assigned by the teacher."

Gardening homework? !

Lin Jing's breath stagnated, and he instantly remembered the fear of being dominated by his mother when he was a child.

The maid took him to the fifth floor. This school specially prepared for nobles is of course different.

The classroom is extremely spacious, row after row of desks are carefully carved, there seems to be an elegant fragrance of roses, next to the tall glass windows occupying almost a quarter of the wall, even the neatly placed flowers outside the window The rim of the basin is also plated with a light layer of gold.

The homework assigned by the teacher was sunflowers, most of which grew beautifully, with bright yellow flower discs growing towards the sun, only the pot in the farthest corner was empty.

The mouse poked its head out and said, "Hahahaha what is this? This man just planted a pot of soil?"

Lin Jing couldn't help laughing: "Forget it, let's do it."

Anyway, it's just a pot of soil, so you can take it away without guilt.

There is a name on the bottom of each potted flower, but the little owner of this potted flower must have been pissed off, so he directly scratched the name with a pen.

Lin Jing returned to the palace with the flowerpot in his arms. While waiting for the seeds, what he did most was chat with the little princess.

Rossi's throat was injured, and he was only willing to speak in front of him because of gestures and eyes in front of others.

The little princess's favorite place to stay is her mother's basement, which may be her only tender memory in the entire palace.

"Is there really witchcraft in this world?"

Lin Jing looked at the pile of grimoires and was suddenly puzzled.In fact, apart from that damn teleportation array, he hasn't seen any surreal things.

Evelyn does not know witchcraft, nor does the little princess, who is favored by the gods, even the vine that stung the princess is just a natural plant.

Whether witches exist or not is an open question.

The little princess raised her head from the book: "Why not?"

Lin Jing looked back at her.

The little princess lowered her eyes again, and the light hit her eyelashes. She looked at the page and asked softly, "Have you heard of "The River of Memories"?"

"It is the simplest witchcraft, a kiss awakens the memory of a lover, in fact, I will too."