Villain: Whitewashing of Life, Empresses Revolt

These children look even smaller than the little girl.

Obviously, like her, she lost her parents and became an orphan in this troubled time.

The little children rushed towards the little girl one by one, looking at the steamed buns in the little girl's arms, their eyes were extremely fiery.

The steamed bun in the little girl's arms was soon robbed, and only one was left.

The children sat on the haystacks or on the stone tripods and devoured them.

While eating, he said vaguely.

"Sister is really amazing, she can always let us eat steamed buns.

"My sister is smart and beautiful, and when she grows up, she must be very powerful.

These young children should be at an ignorant age, but their wandering and helpless lives have taught these children to be flattering.

Of course, perhaps this compliment is indeed sincere.

But this is a very sad picture to those outside the bronze ancient mirror.

These children, including the bony little girl, are sensible and feel distressed.

Especially this little girl, at such a young age, she can't even take care of herself, she has learned to take care of others.

"That is!"

The little girl was boasted by 653, put her hands on her waist, and raised her chin very Tsundere.

There was a very Tsundere smile on his dirty face.

She looked at the gobbling children with a different kind of satisfaction.

Then, she lowered her head and looked at the big white steamed bun in her hand.

Her eyes are very complicated, with a very strong entanglement.

"Sister, eat quickly.""

"You can sleep when you're full.

"Yeah yeah, it's hard to sleep hungry.""

The children chattered.

The tangle in the little girl's eyes still hasn't dissipated.

The small stomach made a rumbling sound.

She took a sip and looked away from the steamed bun reluctantly, as if she had made a decision: "I'll be back in a while."5

She dropped such a sentence and ran out of the temple again.

She ran wildly on the streets in the city, holding the steamed bun and the worn-out straw sandals, hitting the ground with a rhythmic crisp sound.

"Why doesn't this girl eat that steamed bun? 35

"Yeah, she looks hungry too.

"Where is she going?

Qun Xiu looked at the girl curiously.

Whether it was the attention of the Heavenly Emperor or the pure conscience of this girl, the cultivators outside the mirror were deeply curious about her.

Just as the small figure appeared at the destination, all the monks present were stunned.

stunned!

In an ancient bronze mirror.

The destination where the little girl ran wild was the entrance to the city, and the person she was looking for was also Gu Changqing.

Enter the city.

There is a tea shed.

It is a place where people who came and went into the city in the past had a cup of tea and rested their feet.

However, following the turmoil, the tea shed became desolate. The shed was dilapidated, with only a rotten table and a rotten chair that could barely sit on.

And Gu Changqing, sitting on that rotten chair, never left.

He closed his eyes and sat silently.

"Here. 99

Hearing the sound, Gu Changqing opened his eyes.

Seeing the bony little girl, she held up the big white steamed bun, her eyes twinkling.

It was a pair of big, very clear eyes, extremely pure.

In those eyes, there was a trace of fear at this moment, as if afraid.

She stretched out her arms and handed the steamed bun to Gu Changqing, but she didn't want to take a step closer, ready to run away at any time.

Gu Changqing didn't speak, just stared at her calmly.

The panic in the little girl's eyes grew stronger.

She took a sharp step forward, and with a dirty hand, forced the steamed bun into Gu Changqing's arms, and then ran away.

It wasn't until her figure disappeared that Gu Changqing looked away from her.

Towards the buns in the arms.

Five slender finger prints stand out on the big white (bafb) steamed bun.

Outside the ancient bronze mirror.

The expression of the group repair was inexplicable, with shock and surprise.

"She is probably afraid that the Emperor of Heaven will starve out of money, after all, looking at the appearance of the Emperor of Heaven, she doesn't want to be rich.

"The character of this little girl is not bad.

"Although he stole money and money, he didn't spend a cent on himself, and all the steamed buns he bought were distributed to other children.

"It's true that his character is good. In such a troubled world, a steamed bun is extremely important to people."

"As a child, she can give up that steamed bun and give it to the Heavenly Emperor, which shows the goodness of her character. I am afraid that she is an adult, and she may not be able to do it at that time."5

The group of repairers sighed with emotion and talked a lot.

"So, that's why Heavenly Emperor pays attention to her?

A cultivator asked, with surprise in his voice.

Many people shook their heads.

"How is it possible to see something like character at a glance.

"Heavenly Emperor pays attention to her, there should be other reasons?

There are monks.

After all, when I first met Heavenly Emperor, this girl was just a thief with a bad character.

And Heavenly Emperor, has been paying attention to this little girl from beginning to end.

How could it be because of character?

"I think so too. The Emperor of Heaven is paying attention to this girl, and it is estimated that he found something on this girl."

"Yes, I feel that way too."

"Just what would it be?"

"The Emperor of Heaven came here to sharpen his xinxing. If it were not a great feature, how could it attract the attention of the Emperor of Heaven? 99

There was a lot of discussion among the group repairers.

No one understood why the Heavenly Emperor paid attention to this girl.

The picture in the bronze ancient mirror continues.

What appeared on the screen was still the little girl.

Obviously, although the Heavenly Emperor did not follow her, the divine sense had always been placed on this little girl.

"..."

The little girl seemed to have no strength to run, and her small stomach was growling with hunger.

Her lips, her face became even paler, and she looked a little dizzy.

She walked to a water tank on the street.

She poured a few mouthfuls of cold water into her stomach, until her stomach swelled up, and she stopped.

Then, she returned to the broken temple.

By now, it is night.

The thinly dressed children huddled together, made simple quilts out of withered grass, and fell asleep.

The wind came slowly.

The weeds were blown, the treetops were blown, and the old flags in the temples rattled.

It was cold, and the little bodies of the children were trembling in the wind.

The little girl lit a bonfire to dispel the darkness and cold.

She was also a little sleepy, got into the pile of children, hugged a cold and trembling child, and fell asleep.