Thousands of mountains are always pits

The crown is in love with the rose.

The roses were crushed into mud.

The crown shattered and fell into the sky.

This is a story from a long, long time ago.

The day the princess put on the crown, she was only six years old.

The horses of the insurgents gathered secretly crushed the rose gardens of nobles, as well as the peaceful and illusory nightmares of countless people.

The girl whose parents were buried in the noble rose field resolutely joined the rebel army, and took a small wild rose with her before she left.

The girl was ten years old when she met the Queen for the first time.

"who are you?"

"I am your new servant, Your Highness."

The crown on the princess's head glowed beautifully in the sun with a beautiful golden light, hollowed out in the shape of a magnificent rose.Branches tangled to the brim of the crown, savage growth held back in the icy mold.

"What about the previous one?"

"Your Majesty said that she is too close to you. As a slave, she is really negligent. She has been dismembered by His Majesty's order, my Highness."

"Oh."

The sound was hollow, like countless echoes from the hollow rose petals above his head.

This generation of kings has always been known to be moody, dissolute and dissolute, turning a blind eye to the dissatisfaction that arises everywhere, singing and singing every night, but doting on their only daughter very much, and even ordered someone to cast a crown of roses exclusively for the princess with gold. .

As powerful as the crown, many people have even secretly called the little princess, Your Majesty.

There is nothing more suitable for changing the dynasty than assassinating a new king who has not yet fully fledged.

"You have a rose too."

The princess looked at the wild rose pinned to the tip of the girl's hair, her eyes froze slightly.

"Yes."

The princess walked down from the height, and the girl realized that she was barefoot.

There is a delicate red thread tied on the smooth ankle, which seems to make the place where it rubs against the skin pink.

The red thread flickered in the cold air, like a well-dressed marionette.

"the same."

The princess's voice was extremely cold. She reached out and picked off the roses tied on the tip of the girl's hair, compared them carefully, and came to a conclusion.

"Not the same, Your Highness."

The girl who was born in the flower field couldn't help correcting: "These are formless wild roses, which are everywhere in the mountains and plains, but the rose on your crown is the most precious variety in the kingdom."

The princess' eyes didn't fall on the girl's face for a long time, she seemed to smile sarcastically: "Is it different?"

The mocking tone fell to the ground coldly: "Then I will make it the same."

The next day, the patterns on the crown above the princess's head were cast into wild roses overnight by craftsmen.

The girl became the new servant of the princess, and continuously sent information from the palace to the revolutionary army outside.

Everything is proceeding step by step.

Song and dance, games, life and death.

Gather people, fight, crusade.

The girl spent the day choosing accessories and dresses for the princess to attend the ball, and at night planning how to determine the shortest marching route.

Everything is perfect, the only fly in the ointment is that the princess doesn't seem close to her.

Even if he suddenly became obsessed with flower gardening, he only allowed his servants to open up a rose field, but the girl who was a gardener was not allowed to take half a step.

"Why?" The girl couldn't help asking.

"You're right."

On the day when the flower field was opened, they had known each other for only a month. The princess was wearing a long red dress, and the long skirt dragged to the ground, separating a large space between her and the attendants behind her.

"You have no right to be like me."

The attitude is haughty, imitating the demeanor of the faint king on the throne by [-]%.

Even if they are all unknown wild roses, the ones on the crown are different from those in the field.

Fortunately, the princess was not very close to her, but apart from this flower field, nothing stopped her.

The girl followed them not far or near, longer than the other servants who were stripped and dismembered every few months, and even followed for eight years—until the day when the revolutionary army came to the city.

The reigning king cherished his life and kept the royal city airtight. The only possibility was to break through from the inside.

The heart attack plan to murder the princess and mobilize the guards has been in preparation for eight full years.

After thinking about it for a whole day and night, the girl still couldn't make a move.

On the planned day, the princess invited the girl to the entrance of the rose field.

"Who are you."

The question is as always, but not a question, but a statement.

The girl couldn't answer.

"I know who you are."

The princess smiled softly, and she moved to get out of the sea of ​​flowers behind her, where endless red roses and fire clouds formed one piece.

"I knew who you were when I first met you."

The voice is firm, aloof and complacent: "That's not the same look as ours."

Free, powerful, and full of hope.

Even hatred has the sound of the wind.

"I am very satisfied with your company, so I prepared a gift."

Still in that arrogant tone, the princess spread her arms, and the sea of ​​flowers behind her was rustling by the wind. Only then did the girl notice that there were countless corpses of princes and ministers hidden in the sea of ​​red flowers.

The red blood spread all the way to the hem of the princess's red dress, which was indescribable.

"Give it to you."

She laughed, her tone light and airy, as if she was rewarding something unworthy of mentioning.

The girl saw the ancient laurel wreath in the corpse.

The princess threw a dagger at the girl and pointed to her heart: "There is also this one, I will give it to you too."

The girl found that the red thread on the princess' ankle was untied by her at some point, and she stepped on it.

The girl didn't make a move, it was a cold arrow that flew from nowhere.

When the arrow came out of the princess's heart, the revolutionary army captured the gate of the royal city like a tide, rushing forward.

The crown fell, and the hollowed-out petals were filled with rosy red, like a real flower swaying in the wind.

The fire was kindled, burning away the decayed old times.

The girl was lost in the fire.

Some people said that the girl died in the fire, others said that the girl might have been hacked to death by miscellaneous soldiers who didn't know the truth before she had time to reveal her true identity, and some said that the girl might have betrayed the revolution long ago and wanted to help the old The aristocrats fled, and the princess's body was evidenced by arrow wounds rather than poisoned death.

The new government originally wanted to commend the girl, but public opinion quickly turned in an unfavorable direction. Most of the girl's limited acquaintances also died in the war. The long-term isolation left the girl with almost no acquaintances, so the honor was also cancelled.

On the day when the fire was extinguished, someone found the broken crown of the princess from the ruins, which had been broken into several pieces, and beside it was a wild rose protected by the safety zone propped up by the crown.

A gust of wind lifted the powder and petals from the ground.

Fell into the sky, the crown shattered.

The soil covered the roses.

Rose fell in love with the crown.