snow white his stepmother

An Jie plans to take Snow's hair to find Helmut to fulfill his previous promise.

As Helmut said, give him a lock of Snow's long hair, and he can help a little.

Then can he save Snow?As the godson of death, he must have something to do.

An Jie made up his mind, took a water bag, dry food and some gold coins found in the abandoned palace, walked out of the forest, and came to the palace where he and Snow lived together before, but he saw black and white hanging everywhere in the palace. Sha, even the servants and guards have replaced all the glittering ornaments and wore low-key and simple clothes.

A beggar sat outside the palace. He looked poor in ragged clothes, and even the rough wooden bowl in front of him had a gap.

An Jie didn't dare to approach the palace, so he walked up to the beggar and poured him some water and a piece of cake.

"May I ask what happened here? There are black veils hanging everywhere." An Jie asked.

"Thank you, kind man." The beggar thanked, and continued after eating and drinking, "That's because our king is dying."

An Jie was taken aback, thinking that after he transmigrated, the king would be a dragon with neither head nor tail, so why would he die?

"Is the king dying of illness?"

"No." The beggar hiccupped, his face flushed because he had eaten enough, "he is full of energy, but he must die."

"What's the point?" An Jie asked strangely.

"Who won't die?" The beggar looked at An Jie with even more strange eyes.

An Jie hesitated, speechless.

The beggar continued to explain: "Because the king's mate and heir have disappeared, the godson of death told him that according to his current body, if his heir can't come back after seven years, he will be messed up by complicated government affairs. died of exhaustion."

"Even if the king is still alive and able to marry a new wife and give birth to a new heir, who knows what will happen seven years from now? You know, people can always be knocked down by sudden accidents, young Children are also very vulnerable to premature death.”

"This is really sad news." An Jie murmured, and then asked again, "So do you know where to find the godson of Death? I need his help with something."

"Well-intentioned stranger, this is a problem." The beggar scratched his dirty hair and said helplessly, "But you gave me water and cake, and you helped me selflessly, so that I wouldn't let me go. Starve to death, then I should give you something in return."

"You just keep going, into the city, and in the busiest grocery store there's a never-going blue light on the top cabinet, that's what the owner won't sell, but as long as you stand your ground, Tell him 'please sell me this blue light', and he will compromise, and only charge you a small fee, and when you get the blue light and use it to light a cigarette, you will know how to use it. "

"Thank you." An Jie blinked, remembering the story about the blue lantern in the Grimm's fairy tales - lighting a cigarette with a blue lantern can summon an omnipotent little shadow man, presumably this little shadow man must know Helmu, godson of death Where is Te?

Thinking of this, he said sincerely: "May God bless you and get out of trouble as soon as possible."

The beggar nodded to him, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

An Jie glanced at the palace covered in black veil, and walked towards the city in the direction pointed by the beggar.

Although the city is covered with black veils everywhere, it is still prosperous everywhere. It seems that the news of the king's death seven years later has only brought a little impact on the city, because life still goes on.

An Jie soon found the busiest grocery store. There were people coming and going from south to north. There were people buying everything and selling everything here. No cracking of the whip could make them go any faster, and even knocked their own hats off the floor.

An Jie stepped forward, picked up the hat and handed it to the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper put on the hat and nodded to An Jie: "Thank you, kind young man, what do you need? Maybe I can give you some guidance."

An Jie looked at the grocery store and saw the tallest cabinet in the corner—almost reaching the ceiling. On the cabinet was a palm-sized lamp burning with a strange blue flame.

The shop owner followed An Jie's gaze and looked a little unhappy.

An Jie noticed the shopkeeper's expression and was sure, so he said, "Please sell me this blue lamp!"

"Go, go." The shopkeeper waved at An Jie like trying to repel flies, and almost hit the tip of his nose with the whip, "Go away, troublemaker, this is the treasure of the shop, not for a poor man like you Affordable!"

An Jie was a little embarrassed, but he remembered what the beggar said, and continued: "Please sell me this blue lamp!"

The shopkeeper raised his eyes, his attitude was very firm, and he said angrily: "Even if the king comes to persecute me, I will not give in!"

—I don't want to force you.

An Jie was very distressed, but he had to repeat as the beggar asked: "Please sell me this blue lamp!"

The shopkeeper simply shut his mouth and greeted other guests, not giving the young man who seemed to be making trouble.

An Jie followed behind the store manager and repeated to him seven times: "Please sell me this blue lamp!"

The shopkeeper stopped helplessly, turned around and said to him: "You are such a helpless and stubborn person. You know, your attitude can easily arouse people's anger. But since you like this so much For the sake of the blue lamp, I will sell it to you. You must know that it is actually an impractical lamp. It is small and fragile, and the flame is not that big. What else is there for?"

An Jie has long been aware of the mystery of the blue light, and he urgently needs to find Helmut's whereabouts to see if he can save Snow, so he is even less likely to give up: "Thank you for your advice, dear shopkeeper, But I really like this blue lamp, please sell it to me."

"Okay then." The shopkeeper showed a hint of anger on his face, which was quickly covered up by him, "I can give you the blue light without even charging you a penny, but you have to put the deck chair lying in the garden in the east of the city. Catch the sleeping cat on the bed, or I won’t sell you the blue lantern even if I gave it to the devil!”

As he said that, he turned around and went to other guests to greet them warmly, not giving An Jie a chance to beg for mercy.

An Jie had no choice but to walk east of the city.

He soon came to the garden in the east of the city. The gate of the garden was a wooden frame with winding roses. There was only a narrow gap, and he had to squeeze in carefully.

It's winter, An Jie is wearing thick clothes, but the garden is as warm as spring, the blooming flowers are emitting fragrance in the bright sunshine, the buzzing bees are collecting honey everywhere, and the flying butterflies are showing their beautiful wings .

An Jie soon broke out in sweat, so he could only take off his coat and hold it in his hands, and walked for a while with his head covered in sweat, only to see a snoring man lying on a deck chair in the depths of the garden. cat.

The cat curled itself up into a ball and nestled on the soft recliner, purring like singing: "Purr, purr, purr..."

"Hello?" An Jie tentatively opened his mouth, and then planned to catch the cat away and go on business.

Unexpectedly, the cat woke up before he approached, immediately found An Jie, sat up vigilantly and asked: "Stranger, what do you want?"

An Jie's plan fell through, and before he had time to be surprised that the cat could speak, he said awkwardly, "Sorry, I offended you, but I really have something to hide... May I ask if you need a master?"

The cat replied proudly: "Master? This is optional for me, but if you can comb my fur every day, scratch my ears, and provide me with delicious small fish and soft cushions, I can consider it. It just so happens that I’ve stayed here for too long, and I’m a little tired, and I want to go out and see other scenery.”

"Yes." An Jie thought for a while, then nodded, "That person wants you very much, and I can ask him the conditions you want."

"Okay, stranger, then I promise you first, but you still need to answer a question, let me know whether the person who brought me out of this garden is wise, so that I can really go with you."

"Please ask." An Jie said, and it was impossible for him to refuse in this situation.

"Excuse me, how long is eternity?"

The cat's voice was as soft as a child's, making An Jie feel dazed for a while.

"Where it takes a nightingale to flap its wings for 100 years, there is an eternal mountain. Grind its small mouth, and wait until the entire mountain is completely smoothed, then the first second of eternity will pass." An Jie replied.

"An answer that barely pleases me." The cat said pickily and suspiciously, "Did you come up with this? If so, then I admit that you are a wise person."

"No, it's not." An Jie said, he doesn't like encroaching on other people's intellectual achievements, and he thinks the cat may have seen through him long ago, "This is what a friend of mine told me."

"Oh, that's right. You told me the truth, so have you given up on taking me?" asked the cat.

An Jie smiled and said, "If you want, I can tell you a story. If this story pleases you, please let me take you away."

The cat nodded.

An Jie recounted Snow's story with cuts and cuts. At the end of the story, the cat's eyes were red.

"This is a sad story that made me cry, so you didn't please me." The cat wiped away the tears with its paw, and continued: "But I am willing to be taken away by you, and I want to meet more in the world outside the garden." So many stories like this. Finally, please tell me, is the poor prince really dead?"

"No." An Jie said with a smile. His eyes were full of longing and hope, which made anyone who saw them feel shining. "The prince will not die, because the nightingale has not yet come to his bed to sing."

——So Snow, your second of eternity has not yet passed.