Sparrow dream dance

What did i do wrong?

What did I do wrong?

Why do you have to live in such pain?

Bearing loss again and again, betrayal again and again, humiliation again and again.

Murong Yan stood up from the torture bench drowsily, as if someone reached out to help, but she blocked it.

"Don't touch me! I'm fine!"

She laughed maniacally, this kind of pain is just a mere physical pain, how can it be called pain?

She walked staggeringly, step by step, raising her eyes in panic, but the surroundings were in chaos.

Under the whole world, where is one's own home?

step. .step. .A dilemma that can never be overcome. .A figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Murong Yan was stunned.

The shallow eyes are as gentle as water, lingering for a long time, that's it. .mother concubine.

Mother concubine?

She slowly stretched out her hand, wanting to touch the long-lost warmth, but before touching the corner of her clothes, her figure was fleeting like a bubble.

She didn't take back her hand, her arms were frozen in the air, and she stared helplessly at another figure looming from the turbidity.

He stood with his hands behind his back in awe, but looked at him affectionately with his brows and eyes, it was his father.

Father emperor?

She faltered and tried to grab it, but no matter how much she waved her arms, she couldn't catch it.

Soon, the figure of the father gradually disappeared. . .

Immediately afterwards, a crimson figure slowly came out of the dark night, with a bright smile on the corner of his lips.

Tiny. .

She ran forward with all her strength, and hugged the figure tightly with her arms, but only heard the sound of a crack in her heart. She opened her hands tremblingly, but there was nothing on them except blood.

do not leave Me. .Why leave me. .

She stared at the blood stained on her palm in a daze, a sneer suddenly came from above her head, she suddenly raised her head, and met Emperor Yan Jing's dark eyes, his voice was as cold as hell,

"What are you guilty of?"

Her pale thin lips trembled a few times, but she couldn't say a word, as if a pair of strong iron fists were strangling her throat, making her suffocate and painful to the point of death, tears splashing uncontrollably In thin air.

Until more and more white mist gradually surged around, those dark eyes finally disappeared into the phantom night, and a pair of extremely beautiful Qianqian hands stretched out from the whiteness, caressing his tear-filled cheeks.

So warm.

The warm and soft touch sticks to his skin and seeps into his heart.

It seems that everything is still so warm as before, that is only the beauty that belongs to the very beginning.

But. . .

Those hands are getting colder and colder, the bone-piercing ice wraps around her chest along her palms, just like the cold arc of her lips,

"You, do you know that you are wrong?"

As if being struck by thunder, she looked up at her drowsily, only to see her constantly opening and closing lips were constantly rotating and overlapping in front of her eyes.The self-supporting body finally gave up, and fell heavily backwards, as if falling into a bottomless abyss all at once. . .

Someone beside me seemed to be calling, someone was running in and out, and someone was whispering. . .But Murongyan couldn't really hear anything, only the deafening ridicule and sarcasm sounded beside her ears, constantly asking herself,

"Did you know you were wrong?"

"Did you know you were wrong?"

"Did you know you were wrong?"

She looked up to the sky and smiled desolately and hoarsely.

Oh, I know I was wrong, I was really wrong.

Those warm memories are of no use at all. .Those forbearance and perfection are of no use at all. .All that self-pity is useless.

Hesitant and unwilling again and again, nothing can be changed, hiding in illusory memories to deceive oneself and others, will only lose more.

See the reality clearly, Murong Yan.

The world is hell, and hell is injustice. No one will show mercy because you have nothing, and will only treat you as an ant even worse, and squeeze you out.

In this beautiful and ashen world, the strong survive and the weak perish. Isn't this something that should have been understood long ago?

So, if you are unwilling, what can you do?

Even if she shed tears for those cowardly and pathetic weaknesses, so what?

I obviously have nothing left, no parents, no elder brother, no lover. . .All the important warmth is gone, even the last dignity is gone, so what is the trade-off?

Make it like this. . .It's all my own fault. . .

It's all because I naively want to play a good boy, a good sibling, and a good lover. . .

It's all because I was born in this hell on earth full of thorns, put on this princely costume full of sins, but still naively want to be a simple and good person.

How stupid and greedy this is.

What is my fault? !

Murong Yan suddenly opened her blood red eyes, and Murong Qing, who was shaking her body with red eyes in front of her, was stunned for a moment.

"Yan... Brother Yan, are you alright?" Murong Qing stared at Murong Yan's bloodshot eyes and asked tremblingly.

Murong Yan didn't answer, but she laughed strangely, making those who heard it inexplicably terrified.

"Heh...hehe, Brother Yan?" Murongyan struggled to stand up, but still kept laughing, "I'm not your Brother Yan."

Only then did she realize that the real crime was her own identity——

From the moment the mother concubine gave birth to her, she was already a sinner who deceived the world and robbed the world.

This is destined to be an insurmountable karma!

Bearing such a heavy sin, he still longs to be favored by God, and even hopes that the gods and Buddhas will grant him a good relationship. . .Haha, how ridiculous is this?

Murong Yan suppressed her smile, and slowly clenched her fists, feeling the pain.

But from now on, she will never escape this sin again.

Her eyebrows gradually became cold and thin, and her lips were extremely tight.

This world is already filthy, since it has fallen into it, why not make it more filthy?

Even if it becomes distorted, vile, or hideous, she doesn't want to be controlled by others anymore!

"Brother Yan... What's the matter with you?" Murong Qing was so frightened by Murong Yan's half-crazy appearance that she didn't dare to get close to her.

"I'm fine." She dragged her heavy steps and walked out of the tent without looking back.

"But... but your injury... I'll call you a military doctor!" Murong Qing stared at the shocking bloodstains on Murong Yan's buttocks and couldn't help but shouted.

"No need, I can take care of this little injury myself." Murong Yan's eyes suddenly froze, and when she looked back, there was a bit of deliberate alienation in her voice.

As for Murong Qing, she was stunned by her indifferent tone of rejecting others thousands of miles away, and stayed where she was, motionless.

For a moment, she didn't know if it was an illusion, but she had a very strange feeling——

The gentle, affectionate, and familiar Brother Yan seemed to suddenly disappear.

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Su Li was lying flat on the bed, she was pressed by Murong Yan's acupuncture points, she couldn't move, her heart was burning with anxiety.

From the corner of her eye, through the thin gauze curtain, she saw the young Ninth Prince Murong Lian walking back and forth in the tent restlessly.

And another elegant-eyed guard sat calmly aside with two black and white diamonds in his hand, his face was as sinking as water, and he advised in a low voice, "Your Highness Ninth Prince, calm down."

"Hey, how do you make me calm down? I don't know if Brother Seven can really turn danger into good luck." Murong Lian stared at the handsome guard and sighed depressingly, "Sir, actually I still have some feelings in my heart." What is unclear, why do you have to let Seventh Brother do such shameless things? In this way, even if you can escape death by chance, wouldn't it also cause him... to be ruined?"

"Ruined?" The guard slightly turned his eyes away, looked at the flickering candle, and said very softly, "If a person has experienced real loss, he will no longer care about other people's right and wrong judgments."

His words were very soft, Murong Lian didn't seem to hear clearly for a while, so he asked, "Sir? What did you say?"

The guard turned his eyes back, but didn't say a word. After a long time, he stared at Murong Lian and smiled faintly, "Your Highness, please believe Duan, as long as His Royal Highness King Xiang can endure the humiliation for a while, he will surely be able to save his life and eventually die." It can wash away all the lead." He paused, and lowered his voice a little, "It's just... in order to put on a good show, I'm afraid I have to pay a little price."

"Sir, what do you mean? Brother Seven, is he going to be okay?!" Murong Lian's voice was very worried, and he hurriedly walked towards the outside of the tent, "No, I can't just stay here without doing anything. It's gone! I have to go find Seventh Brother!"

"Come back!" The guard hurriedly shouted, he pointed towards the bed secretly, "Your Highness, have you forgotten what His Highness King Xiang told you?"

"Yes...but..."

"Anxin, you don't need to go to find King Xiang, King Xiang will come and look for us."

The guard said calmly, glanced at Su Li who was lying behind the tent, continued to play with the two chess pieces in his hand, and said slowly,

"We just need to protect this girl for His Royal Highness Xiang's life."

Su Li's gaze collided with the guard's warm eyes, and the anxiety and confusion in her heart rushed left and right like a trapped animal, almost piercing a hole in her heart and bursting. If possible, she would like to find a Put the sword around the man's neck and let him tell himself all he knows.

she. . .What happened to her?

What they said would ruin her reputation, but what exactly was it?

Su Li never thought that the night would be so long, every moment seemed to be a lifetime of suffering, the more she waited, the more afraid she became, and the more she waited, the more anxious she became.

Finally, a gust of cold wind came in with a slight smell of blood, and Murong Lian rushed forward, his voice trembling, "Seventh Brother... Seventh Brother! Did Your Majesty treat you..." Before saying a word After finishing, he abruptly closed his mouth, because he had already glimpsed the blood stains behind Murong Yan, and her originally picturesque face was so pale and cold.

The guard's indifferent eyes suddenly lit up, he stood up, bowed deeply in Murongyan's direction, and said calmly,

"Grassman Duan Wuyou, pay homage to His Royal Highness King Xiang."

Murong Yan never knew that when the last piece of pure land in her heart was lost, she could meet such a mysterious and unpredictable man in such an extremely desperate situation.

And it was precisely because of this belated encounter that finally pushed her inevitable fate to the cusp of a bloody storm.

Murong Yan stared at the person in front of her. He was standing with the backlight, and the mottled candle shadow wrapped around him. After a long time, she asked hoarsely,

"Duan Wuyou? You are the son Wuyou who is famous all over the capital? Then I ask you, man, can you really be worry-free?"

This was the first sentence I said to him.

He raised his eyes, but said nothing.

Murong Yan met his eyes as clear as gentle jade, she just felt that such eyes were piercing her heart and there was nowhere to escape.

It took a long time before I heard him reply respectfully, "For Your Highness, you can be free from worries if you don't worry about your heart, don't get trapped in your emotions, don't fear the future, and don't think about the past."

He paused, then sighed softly, "It's just that it depends on whether His Highness is afraid."

"What am I afraid of?"

"I'm afraid I'll lose more."

After a long time, Murong Yan covered her chest and said with a shy smile, "No, I'm not afraid of losing... because I already have nothing, this place has nothing but endless pain."

"So, very good." Duan Wuyou smiled slightly.

Murong Yan looked at him, extremely surprised and puzzled for a moment.

I saw him slowly open his palm, and the two black and white chess pieces lay quietly inside, and said seriously,

"I wonder if His Highness is interested in playing chess?"

Murong Yan was silent for a long while, then asked, "Who are you playing with?"

"Those who betray the king's heart."