dragon pen

[A long time ago, there was a princess in a remote western country.

Before the age of 16, the princess had been living a happy life—because her country had fertile land, the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, she had a loving father, and a dog called the most loyal and powerful dog in the world. 36 iron cavalry guards.

On the day when the princess was 16 years old, which happened to be the Qixi Festival of the year, the emperor said to the princess, son, when you grow up, it's time to get married.

On that day, the gate of the imperial city was opened, and the prince of the neighboring country stood outside the gate of the imperial city with his army—all people thought he was here to marry the princess, they cheered, they welcomed, and they said to the prince , welcome to our country.

The prince smiled and said, no, this is my country.

That day, the city was broken.

The national flags of neighboring countries were planted on the royal altar, the blood of the emperor was sprinkled on the steps in front of the main hall, and the outstanding imperial guards were killed by surprise, with almost no power to resist... The princess witnessed the demise of her own country , watching the man who should be her husband sit on the throne, and coldly ordered her to be killed quickly - the princess's eyes were stained red with the blood of revenge, and the guards who accompanied the princess' growth fell down one by one , the princess escaped from the palace in the bloody way of 36 iron cavalry guards who fought with their lives. ...

The princess was bruised and exhausted, and her obsession with revenge became her only motivation to live.

At last the princess went through the thorn forest and came to a city gate. It was a magnificent city, and the walls of the city were covered with blooming roses.

The princess knocked on the gate of the city, and the gate was opened from the inside - the princess saw a bustling city, with people of all ages, men, women and children, everyone looked very happy, and it was very much like the country she once owned...Because Feeling sad, the princess stood outside the city gate and covered her face and began to cry. The monk who opened the gate for her asked in surprise, "Why are you crying?"

The princess said, my father died, my country was invaded, and my guards died in order to protect me.

The monk laughed when he heard the words, and he said: Welcome to the city of no sorrow, everyone here has escaped the suffering of samsara, and no longer has to experience birth, old age, sickness and death... Whatever you want at this moment, maybe you can bury it in this city. City gate, you will get what you think of, are you ready?

The princess raised her chin slightly, held her head high, then nodded without hesitation, picked up her dilapidated skirt, and proudly walked into the city gate like a princess should.

……

Two years later, rumors spread all over the mainland. Some people said that they had seen an invincible army of undead at the edge of the desert. They were all mighty and strong, riding on black horses and wearing armor. And they are loyal to their masters—some say they are avengers who climbed up from the underworld; some say they are the iron horse guards owned by the princess of the country that died a year ago...

Their leader is a woman.

On the Qixi Festival of this year, 36 cavalry broke through the familiar city gate.

The prince who had just ascended the throne was surprised to find that these people were invincible at all. Even if their heads were cut off, their bodies could still fight; Will weaken, they are like a powerful army of undead, immortal, immortal...

On that day, the princess pierced the prince's head with a long sword and kicked over the altar with the flag of the enemy's country. She led her 36 cavalry and sat on her father's throne again.

This year, the princess became the new queen of the country.

She sits on the throne, accepting the cheers of her people, but her eyes are looking into the distance, as if she is supercilious——

No joy, no sorrow. 】

……

"What's next?"

The little girl hugging the pillow stretched her neck and asked.

The woman sitting by the bed raised her hand and touched her little daughter's face, smiled and said, "Later? There is no later. There is a definite number of yin and yang in the world, and no one can escape the pain of reincarnation—the dead should not come back again." If they are alive, their souls will belong to the judge of the underworld at the moment of their death, and calling them back forcibly is a change of fate against the sky, and there will be no good end."

"I don't believe it! What the princess did is a good thing, and good people will be rewarded!"

The little girl jumped up from the carp on the bed, her legs were tied into a horse stance, and she held a big sword in her hand. As her long hair fluttered, she seemed to be waving the sword in her hand, and said "ha" and "ha" ", she stopped abruptly after turning around, and asked the woman: "In the end, did the princess regret her revenge?"

The woman shook her head and said, "I don't know."

The little girl's eyes widened.

At this time, there was a commotion from outside the tent, the little girl's eyes lit up, and she shouted happily: "It's Daddy! Daddy is back! Daddy is back! I'm going to ask him, how many enemies have been eliminated today? Captured a few war horses!"

While speaking, he jumped off the bed and ran out of the tent with bare feet regardless of his mother's obstruction...

Outside the corner of the raised tent, there was the sound of neighing war horses, and the sound of soldiers talking loudly and laughing wantonly... There was also the sound of a little girl giggling and screaming and laughing.

The woman sitting in the tent was silent for a moment, she stood up, came to the dressing table in the house, and swept her fingers over the dressing mirror with the ancient Sanskrit characters... In the bronze mirror that originally reflected the woman's side face , a flash of light suddenly flashed, the woman's profile was distorted, and a man's reflection appeared in the bronze mirror. On the man's face was a hideous scar that spanned his entire face. At this moment, he shouted out of the mirror, eyes With hatred and madness, he beat the mirror desperately, as if he wanted to break free from some shackles——

But that was only a momentary thing.

Soon, under the expressionless gaze of the woman, the bronze mirror turned back into an ordinary bronze mirror.

The tent was quiet and quiet, as if nothing had happened.