[Twelve Kingdoms] Twilight and Dawn Rain

The cold air of the night soaked through the thin cloth, and the haggard Lin curled up on the hard and cold bed.She lay there motionless, her ears pricked up, listening carefully for the barely audible sound of footsteps in the room.The voice spread from the door to the bed very softly, and after a while under the bed, it slid briskly towards the door.

"Ye Ming!" The ringing voice suddenly broke the almost perfect silence, and the figure who was about to step out of the door withdrew his light steps.

"Since you're here, let's rest here, why do you still have to leave?" Gao Lin sat up, facing the blurred figure in the darkness.

no answer.

"Where is Ye Ming going? I'll go too, okay?" Gao Lin got out of bed and groped towards the figure at the door.

Ye Ming tightly hugged the clothes he had just dug out in his arms, hesitantly took two steps back, suddenly turned around as if frightened, knocked open the door, and rushed out like the wind.

"Ye Ming! Ye Ming!" The voice from behind pierced the quiet night sky, and the land was messed up and broken in the sandy wind.

Why is she avoiding me?Gaolin held on to the door frame and tried his best to look in the direction where Ye Ming disappeared, but his eyes were filled with darkness, without the brilliance of stars and moon.

"Master Taifu!" A figure flashed by the side of the house, and the voice was Xiusu, "Please go back to your room and rest, night is no worse than daytime, you are easily injured."

"But, Yeming, she..."

"She's gone to take care of Mr. Yiruo, please don't worry about her." Xiusu took her hand and led her back to the room with a little force, leading her to the bed.

"What's wrong with Yiruo?" Gaolin sat on the bed and withdrew his hand.

"I got a little injury, although it is not serious, but because it was injured by a demon, if it is not treated well, it will leave sequelae."

Gao Lin was silent, and suddenly asked after a while: "What kind of person does Xiusu want to be king?"

"A king who can ascend to the throne immediately." Xiusu said without hesitation, "The situation is already extremely bad. Even if the new king dies soon after ascending the throne, at least it can ease the current public sentiment."

"If..." Gao Lin looked up into the bright eyes in the dark night, "...you are the king, what would you do?"

"That's impossible!" Sosusu said decisively and was about to leave.

"Why?" Gaolin asked his back.

Why?Because the king must be... Lord Yiruo!Sosusu silently disappeared at the end of the night.

The sun, pouring on this side of the land, is warm, but it makes the dry land even more dry.On the dark red land, the solid seedlings are struggling hard, looking for a drop of sweet spring in the land where the blood of countless victims has condensed.

Gaolin looked at the fist-sized salt bag on the table, and couldn't accept that it was a year's share for a family of four.

She remembered that when Ye Ming brought the salt here, she naively asked her why she only sent this. In fact, she should have thought of it, where can I get salt at this time?Most of them are coarse salt bought at a low price by traveling long distances to neighboring countries.It is impossible not to encounter monsters along the way, maybe it was brought back after a hard fight.

Sighing, she turned to the old woman who was sitting on a chair mending clothes.

The old lady was sewing with one stitch at a time, with such a serene expression, she must have gotten used to this kind of life.The cloth used to mend the holes seemed to be obtained from clothes that were too rotten to be mended, and they probably couldn't help being torn, and all the clothes were more or less stained with blood.Those bloodstains will probably never be washed away, because they were stained with the blood of their relatives.

"It's really hard work for you. You have to mend so many clothes by yourself." Gaolin looked at the pile of tattered fabrics beside the table—she really couldn't treat them as clothes.

"Why do I have to work hard? Thinking about the girls and children farming, the young guards, and Yi Ruo adults who command the guards during the day and deal with official documents from various places at night, I don't feel that I am working hard at all." It's gone." The old woman smiled and picked up another piece of clothing.

"You are really open-minded... But, after all, Qiao still needs a king too much." Cao Lin thought for a while, and then asked, "As a citizen of Qiao, who do you want to be king?"

"As long as there are people who are still alive here, no matter who you ask, there is only one answer, and that is Mr. Yiruo." The old woman answered very naturally, which made Han Lin feel that it was taken for granted.

"Can't others? For example, Xiusu and Yeming I know. They are all excellent!"

"Although they are all excellent, they are still not as good as Lord Yiruo. You are Taifu, can't you tell who is the king?" the old woman asked back.

Gaolin was speechless.Actually, I know, it's that person, but... "Master Taifu doesn't like Mr. Yiruo?" the old lady asked again.

"It's not like that. Master Yiruo..." Gao Lin looked at the sky, and a dark cloud was slowly moving, "...to be a king, what necessary conditions are missing."

Ye Ming, who was standing outside the door, listened to this sentence quietly, then turned around and left quickly. The two people in the room didn't notice her coming and leaving, they just silently thought about their respective concerns.

"It's true that kid Gaolin, he didn't tell us the real identity of King Gao, and now he's here to ask us for someone!" Yangzi sighed helplessly.

"My lord, I think that Gao Taifu just doesn't want to expose the king too early, so as not to encounter accidents." Jing Qi tried his best to defend his own clan.

"In that case, it would be good to just let the king be enthroned. Why wait ten years? During the past ten years, there have been a constant influx of refugees into Qing, and the country must not be able to make a living."

"My lord, you actually understand the intention of Kaotaisuke, don't you?"

"Yeah." Yangzi put down the pen in his hand, "Now that I think about it, that child... no, it's King Gao, younger than Gaolin, right? It's really cruel for such a young child to sit on the throne. Creatures..." She looked at the benevolent beast in front of her, making him feel uncomfortable, "It really is so merciful that it's easy to get dizzy."?