Sparrow dream dance

Foreword:

"A sparrow's dream, what is fiction and reality?"

"The story I'm going to tell you may not have really happened on the paper of history, or maybe it's just my imagination... and I can only leave it to you to judge for yourself."

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In the last years of Emperor Yan Zhao, Yan State under Murong's rule fell into an unprecedented crisis.

The royal family was fratricide, the Beisong rebels rose up inside, and the Xiongnu stared at them outside. The whole world was in chaos, and the flames of war continued.

Yan Crown Prince Murong Xuan tried his best to turn the tide, fought bloody battles several times, and finally defeated the Xiongnu and Beisong coalition forces in the Battle of Zichuan in Jizhou, reversing the predicament.And in the following year, he broke through the capital and completely eradicated Muronghui, the king of Chu, and his accomplices who had killed his father, prostituted his mother, usurped power and seized the throne.So far, the crown prince Xuan ascended the throne as the great treasure, called Emperor Yanjing, and his reign name was Shunzhen, and Jiangshan Sheji finally returned to orthodoxy.

Everyone in the world praised the great achievements of Prince Xuan, but few people mentioned the other prince who lost everything in this war.Not long after Emperor Jing succeeded to the throne, he issued an imperial edict to transfer the younger brother who had made great contributions to the distant Yanmen Pass in Yongbei, and ordered that if there was no edict, he would never return to Beijing.

In the first year of Shunzhen, autumn.

In that year, the war had just ended, and the country of Yan was full of desolate scorched earth and displaced refugees.

A young girl in ragged clothes and swollen cheeks ran wildly in the field. Blood was seeping from the corner of her lips, but she was holding half of a bun that had already hardened tightly in her hand.Behind her, a rough man was holding up a wooden stick and was chasing after her, yelling, "Where did you come from, you stinky girl, dare to go to my house to steal things?! I will beat you to death!"

The girl was gasping for breath, her eyes were blurred by tears, she was only a cardamom, her father and mother died in the war, she could only live by begging and thieves.

One day, hungry, she sneaked into a farmer's house, but she was very unlucky. She had just touched a piece of hard bun, and she couldn't take a bite, but the farmer found her.

The man grabbed her by the neckline, bowed left and right, and slapped the girl's immature cheeks mercilessly. The girl bit the man's palm in pain, and struggled to escape the door, but the man also became ruthless and fucked A thick wooden stick chased it out.

In that turbulent era, it was extremely common for a person to kill another person for half a bun.

The girl was running, but she gradually lost her strength. She staggered and fell heavily on the loess, and the half bun flew from her hands to the ground.And in the next moment, the man's foot stepped hard on her thin hand, and the severe pain made the girl scream out heart-piercingly.

The man seemed still not relieved, and kept swearing, as if the reason why he was living in such a difficult life was all because of the girl who stole half of his bun.

Suddenly, the girl stopped whining, raised her head, and bit the man's leg desperately, no matter how the man shook his leg, she would never let go.

The man was so angry that he raised the wooden stick in his hand and threw it at the girl's head.

In the blink of an eye, there was a sharp sound of 'whoosh', the girl felt the man's body stiffen suddenly, then she looked up unconsciously, and saw that the wooden stick in the man's hand was still hanging in the air, but his head But a silver arrow was pierced through it, and the blood fell drop by drop along the arrow onto the girl's terrified face, and the strong smell of blood wafted in the air.

The man's body fell heavily on the loess, sending sand flying in all directions.Only then did the girl see that not far away, a man in white with a half silver mask on his face was holding a bow and straddling the horse's back, looking at her quietly.

The girl shivered as she watched the man in white gradually approaching her, and squatted down in front of her. She didn't even look at the man on the ground who was shot to death by one of his arrows, and just stared at her silently.

After a long time, the man in white took out a piece of clean cake from his bosom, and handed it to the girl silently.

The girl was slightly taken aback, and after a while, she grabbed the piece of cake and ate it voraciously.

A smile slowly appeared on the face of the man in white, he untied the leather water bottle from his waist, and handed it to the girl.

The girl didn't look like a girl at all, she couldn't wait to raise her head and drank gulps, the clear water flowed down the corners of her chapped and blood-stained lips, washing away the thick layer of dust, revealing her original white face Skin, in fact, a closer look, is a girl with a pretty face.

The girl returned the empty kettle to the man in white. The man took it with a smile, stood up, and said, "Are you willing to give me your life?"

The man's voice was as warm as water, but his tone was neither painful nor itchy, as if he was asking himself for an embroidery needle, casually.

Is one's own life worth a piece of cake and a pot of water?

The girl was silent for a while, looking up at the man in white, looking at his clean chin and thin lips, she felt that he should not be very old. She took a closer look, only to find that the silver mask Her eyes turned out to be amber, she was slightly absent-minded, and finally said anxiously, "I just don't want to be hungry anymore."

The smile on the lips of the man in white deepened, and he stretched out his jade-like clean hand to take the girl's little hand full of dirt and blood, and said with a smile, "Let's go."

"Let's go."

The girl at that time didn't know that it was because of this sentence that her destiny was completely changed.

The man took the girl to spend the night in a gorgeous mansion. I don't know if it was an illusion. The girl always felt that others looked at her with strange and sympathetic eyes, but she didn't ask any more questions.

That night, the man never took off the silver mask, but for some reason, the girl could feel that the expression on his face should be sad and melancholy, and there was even a hint of sadness in the way he looked at her. A trace of inexplicable guilt.

Throughout the night, the man only asked himself one sentence, "What's your name?"

The girl recalled it for a long time before timidly replying, "When my parents were alive, they would call me A Sheng."

The man nodded and stopped talking.

After a long time, the girl couldn't resist the torture of exhaustion, so she lay down on the table and fell asleep.

Half asleep and half awake, the girl always felt that someone was stroking her cheek and sighed constantly.

But she was so tired that she couldn't open her eyes at all. . .Every night in the past, she did not dare to sleep deeply, and curled herself up in a dark corner, always paying attention to the sounds and dangers around her. Every night was so difficult and long. What tormented her was not only cold and hunger, but also And endless fear.

But in this strange room, in front of this strange man in white, the girl felt that she had finally found peace, had a good night's sleep, and was no longer frightened.

In the early morning of the next day, the girl did not see the man again, but was blindfolded by an attendant and brought to a secret room hidden in the mountains where the sun never shines.The wound on her hand was healed very well there, but she was surprised to find that besides herself, there were many young girls of her own age here. . .Later, other girls were brought in one after another.

In the days to come, she did not feel hungry anymore, not only that, but also the older nuns taught herself etiquette, taught herself singing and dancing, and even ruthless warriors taught herself the art of swordsmanship.

But no one told these girls what all this was for.

They only knew that their lives had already been given to the white-clothed, silver-masked man called 'Master'.

The Lord seldom comes here, but every time he comes, although he stays for a short time, everyone is always very happy.

The smiling gaze in his shallow eyes seemed to be the only hope for the girls.

Ah Sheng is the best singer, the best dancer, and the best sword maker among all the girls.

Although, she just purely hoped to use her figure to keep that person's gaze from stagnating for a moment.

The warmth in the Lord's eyes is his home, as if it can resist all the coldness in the world for him.

It's just that at that time, Ah Sheng didn't know that under such pure and warm eyes, there were still such secret scheming and conspiracy.

Finally one day, the lord summoned A Sheng alone. She was so happy that she forgot all the etiquette taught by the nanny, and trotted all the way to the man's room with her water-green skirt in hand.

During this year, she had the same dream every night. The man in the dream didn't wear a cold silver mask. He stood quietly under the pear tree, and the pear blossoms blown by the wind dappled his face. , but couldn't hide the light smile on his lips, he took his hand and asked himself if he would marry him. . .But every time I didn't have time to say the phrase 'willing', the dream woke up.

A Sheng knocked on the door tremblingly, full of anticipation in his heart.

However, when the door opened, it was when Ah Sheng's dream was shattered. The man didn't ask her if she would marry him, but asked her if she would marry another person, the current emperor, Emperor Yan Jing.

Maybe I am really a strange person. I never shed tears when my father and mother died in the flames of war, and I never shed tears when I was frightened and frightened every night when I was hungry and cold. The piercing pain never made me cry. . .But when he said the word "willing", the tears fell like rain, falling on the ground endlessly.

With tears in his eyes, Ah Sheng finally saw clearly that the gaze under that silver mask revealed such indescribable desolation and pain.

Later, she finally saw the real face of the man, but that was after she became his wife.