Floating like a dream, live up to your first love

The cold wind was blowing, making the wooden window lattices rattle, and the simple study room was as cold as ice, even colder than outside the window.

Bai Zihua stood silently in front of the desk, with a pair of quiet eyes looking through the window, motionless looking at the heavy snow outside the window, like torn cotton wadding, rolling down from the dark night sky.

Sheng Xiaomo shivered, and woke up from the cold soft chair, and saw that the white figure in front of the window still maintained the posture he had before going to sleep, standing there motionless, writing.He sighed, walked to the brazier, threw a piece of charcoal into the basin, in the flickering fire, the biting chill all over his body finally dissipated a little.

The slender fingers held the brush stiffly, stagnant in mid-air, and did not fall for a long time.

"Crack." A drop of ink dripped onto the rice paper.

The teacup on the table dissipated the last trace of heat and finally became cold.

"Squeak", the door opened, and Yun Ying came in with a pot of hot water. Seeing Bai Zihua's stiff figure, a trace of worry slipped across his face, and he opened his mouth and whispered, "Your Majesty..." I wanted to ask him about his strategic plan. How's it going.

Sheng Xiaomo hurriedly waved at her, signaling her to keep quiet.

Yunying nodded knowingly, brewed tea with boiling water, quietly put the steaming teacup by Bai Zihua's hand, and replaced the cup of cold white tea,

"Pa" was another drop of ink hitting the rice paper, and ink-colored plum blossoms bloomed. The thick stack of rice paper was almost soaked in ink.

Bai Zihua suddenly said, "How long?"

Yun Ying was startled, and then understood what he was asking, and replied, "Three days." Three days passed, and he stood there all the time. Changed from cup to cup.

Sheng Xiaomo yawned, and lazily said: "I'm afraid today is the coldest day in these years. Many little fairies were frozen back to their original shape because they couldn't withstand the cold."

The nib of the pen fell down suddenly, obliquely drawing marks on the white paper.

A snowball the size of a fist tumbled down from mid-air, rustling flowers and bones all over her body, and the heavy snow covered half of her body. She quietly looked at the dark night sky with no expression on her face.

Kneeling on both legs and losing consciousness, her spine was still straight, the snowflakes were spinning, and even the sky was spinning too. Looking up for a long time, she forgot where she was.

"You were not like this before." A low sigh came, and suddenly resounded in the silence, "When did the all-powerful devil become merciful?"

Hua Qiangu turned her head and saw Rong Yu wearing a big cloak, standing quietly a few feet away, looking at her with eyes without any emotion.

Carelessly brushing the snow off his shoulders, Hua Qiangu said lightly, "Are you here to admire my embarrassment?"

"Of course not." He smiled slightly, and tapped the food box in his hand, "Are you hungry?" Before she could answer, he quickly stepped forward and took out the side dishes and pastries in the food box.

Passing the chopsticks to her, a warm feeling appeared on Rong and his pale face: "Eat it, here is your favorite corn with pine nuts."

Hua Qiangu remained indifferent.

He raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you hungry?"

Hua Qiangu said coldly: "Take it away."

Rong Yu laughed, "Since when did you have such backbone?"

Glaring at him fiercely, Hua Qiangu turned his face away, and said angrily, "If you don't eat, who asked you to come here!"

Forcibly stuffing the chopsticks into her cold palm, Rong Yu coughed softly: "You have to eat if you don't eat, I have been doing it for an hour."

Hua Qiangu lowered her eyebrows, looking at the scald on his bony palm, a slight ripple flashed across her eyes.

"You really don't want to eat it? I took it away?"

After a moment of silence, Hua Qiangu bit her lips, "I'll eat." Why do you have to make trouble with yourself, holding up the rice bowl, and gobbling the rice into your mouth.

Rong Yu laughed again, the laughter affected the wound, causing a series of coughs, which could not stop.

Hua Qiangu worried: "What's the matter with you?" She frowned and looked at his pale complexion, just now she felt that his expression was not quite right, she grabbed his palm, Rong Yu hurriedly dodged.

Realizing that his palms were even colder than hers, she felt a "thump" in her heart, "Are you injured?" No wonder he had to put on a thick cloak in this weather. Could it be that he was so injured that he couldn't withstand the cold?

"It's a little injury, it's okay." He pulled down her palm, looked at the frostbitten sores on the back of his hand, guilt flashed in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Sorry, I'm late, I don't know... "As soon as he woke up, he learned that she had been punished, so he came here in a hurry, but she had been kneeling here for three days.

Hua Qiangu put down his job silently, and asked, "Do you also think that I did something wrong?"

After quietly staring at the top of her Luoxue hair for a while, Rong Yu suddenly said in a low voice: "Qiangu, do you still remember the civil war in the demon world four years ago?"

Hua Qiangu was stunned, a dull pain flashed across his heart, "Remember, why mention this? What exactly are you trying to say?"

A few years ago, because of the fact that the demon world could not be united, there were frequent internal struggles. After Hua Qiangu became the demon king, he began to regain these scattered forces. That year, during the largest civil war in the demon world, they fought Captured [-] monsters, she originally wanted to bring them back to the Demon Realm and deal with them according to the laws of the Demon Realm, but encountered months of hailstorms, the army was unable to move forward, the follow-up spiritual energy supply was insufficient, and those captives made troubles from time to time. The monsters coming out of the north are on the verge of annihilation.

As a last resort, she accepted Shan Chunqiu's suggestion, locked all [-] captives in a valley of Changbai Mountain with an enchantment, and set the mountain on fire with the Samadhi True Fire, burning all [-] captives to death.

The flames of that day burned half of the sky red, and even after many years, the wailing sound that resounded through the mountains and forests that day was still like a dream, which made her covered in cold sweat.

"All peace needs the baptism of war, and blood flow into rivers is inevitable." Rong Yu said quietly, "You also participated in these cruelties, and we all participated."

She clenched her fingers subconsciously, and her throat was tight, "They are just ordinary people, different from demons, did they do something wrong?"

"There is no essential difference between the two. You are the strong who stand high and execute the life and death of the weak. Thousand bones, the weak eat the strong, is the unchanging law of the world, and the leaders of this war have always been you. Strong."

Hua Qiangu stared at him blankly, her mind was in a mess, and found that she couldn't say a word of rebuttal, even if she disagreed ten thousand out of ten.

Rong Yu caught a glimpse of a white shadow behind her, heaved a long sigh, shook his head and said, "I don't know what Bai Zihua did to you to make you weak, but you have to remember," stood up and untied the cloak Put it on her, "In troubled times, there is no room for useless kindness."

Rong and Shen walked away with one foot and one shallow foot, leaving deep footprints in the snow. Hua Qiangufu looked up at the sky again, but the Lingtai was no longer ethereal. The killings she committed in those years Scenes come to my mind...

Heh, 10 people, the number of people who died under her hands in those few years was more than [-]?

The author has something to say: I’m back, do you miss me O(∩_∩)O haha~

☆、Tragedy of fate