Yingluo always thinks of the time when she was still human.
No matter how many years have passed, she can still clearly remember that before she died, she fell among the thorny flowers in the imperial garden. The sharp thorns pierced her skin, and she smelled blood mixed with flowers. The scent of being together.
She would also think of the red walls and blue tiles, the damp bluestone road, the palace was a beautiful golden birdcage, and she was the bird in the cage. At that time, all the women were waiting for the only man.
It was a bright yellow figure.
The harem symbolizes power and status. Whoever can capture the emperor's heart will shine in the sunshine in the harem's life.
When she was still a human being, she was always striving for success, and what she pursued was not the love of the superior at all, but the favor.
Only grace can keep her alive.
She was given grace and she was given a child.
I thought I could see the sun through the clouds.
Unexpectedly, she died before the child was born.
After her death, Yingluo became strange.
The intense grief of losing a child was ripped away from your body.
The relationship between mother and son was cut off at the moment it became strange.
From then on, Yingluo looked at her past self and became calm and unfamiliar.
The child is back.
Living in another form in her body, feeding on the carrion in her body.
Yingluo's memory is very complete, but she always feels that she is missing something.
What's missing?
she does not know.
The fearful life in the harem was like facing an abyss and walking on thin ice, which made Yingluo learn how to win the love and affection of those in power.
She was contracted by Su Qingyu, and Su Qingyu was her master.
She doesn't want to stay in the dark tribute card, so she needs the master's favor.
There are many strange things around the master, but Yingluo is not worried, they are no match for her.
She has already lost once.
I won't lose a second time.
He didn't want to look at Yingluo because Yingluo's presence made him more familiar.
That kind of unique temperament that can only be found in the palace.
Although Shuangxi is also weird in ancient times, the background of her life is similar to that of the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China. She was born in a closed mansion and is used to sticking to the rules.
Wuxin and Yingluo both belong to the feudal dynasty.
They all once had the same knife hanging on their necks - imperial power.
Although the eras may be different, the historical backgrounds are more similar.
So they can smell the same kind of scent on each other.
They all have the kind of caution of walking on the edge of a knife, taking one step at a time and looking at the next step.
Yingluo also noticed Wu Xin.
This reminded her of the brother next door whom she had fallen in love with before entering the palace.
Childhood sweethearts and youthful friendship are never worth the honor and disgrace of the family.
The memories are gone.
The mirror, flower, water and moon are ultimately empty.
The body decays, and in its decay flowers bloom.
Those memories rotted in her own body, and occasionally appeared in her mind again due to some things, along with the flowers that bloomed in her body.
Tianfu Lingcheng, Red Organization.
In the huge office, Bai Huo sat at his desk, his gray eyes showing a hint of exhaustion.
The documents in front of him were divided into several piles and placed neatly.
He was wearing a black robe, with the collar slightly open and slightly loose.
At this time, the hand has already pointed to 1 o'clock in the morning.
Ever since he got the silver needle in the butterfly hairpin, Bai Huo has been thinking about the relationship between his master and the Daystar Group.
He was an orphan since he was a child, suffered from albinism, and practiced in the mountains with his master. In his impression, the master was taciturn, but kind and kind-hearted.
It was his master who taught him: The Tao is often nameless and can only be manifested by virtue. The ultimate virtue has no foundation and is achieved by following the Tao.
It was his master who taught him: A wise person will not argue, a kind person will not blame others, and a kind person will not criticize.
It was his master who taught him: The best thing is like water, which benefits all things without any struggle.
Bai Huo took Master's words to heart.
However, he has never been able to achieve what Master said, "not fighting".
He knows that heaven and earth have their own laws of operation, and those who practice Taoism should comply with the laws of heaven rather than forcefully change the results.
It is precisely for this reason that Master believes that the arrival of strangeness is an inevitable result, so Master chooses to stay on the mountain and let the pollution spread in the world.
But Bai Huo couldn't do it. He couldn't bear to lose his life. He wanted to try to change, so he said goodbye to his master and went down the mountain alone.
He has no parents.
Therefore, heaven is the father and earth is the mother.
He has no siblings.
So humans are his brothers and sisters.
He loved the world so much that he wanted to save it.
Zhu Shanhai knew about Bai Huo's past.
He once asked Bai Huo that his parents had abandoned him. Faced with the malice of the world, why did he not have hatred in his heart?
Bai Huo just talked about the past and let it pass.
The past cannot be remonstrated, but the future can still be pursued.
Zhu Shanhai saw those who accepted their help in the red organization, and in turn blamed them. Zhu Shanhai sometimes felt resentful in his heart, but Bai Huo never wavered.
He seems to be the god of snow and does not eat the fireworks of the world.
This made Zhu Shanhai extremely admired.
Bai Huo never felt that he was a god, nor did he feel that he had no emotions or desires.
He has.
He also feels sad and sad.
However, he won't show it in front of others.
If there are good things, Bai Huo is willing to share them. If there are sadness and sadness, Bai Huo hopes that these things will stop with him.
Bai Huo reorganized the information in front of him.
He stared at the black words on the white paper and murmured to himself: "Master, how many things have you hidden from me?"
Zhu Shanhai's right eyelid has been twitching wildly in the past few days.
Jump right eye jump Choi disaster.
Zhu Shanhai covered his eyes with red paper, but he couldn't stop it.
And just yesterday, after Bai Huo asked him to stay and look after his house, his right eyelid never jumped again.
He was lying on the bed and thinking wildly, whether he would be unlucky if he insisted on entering the [Monkey God Mountain] dungeon.
Thinking of this, he clenched his fist and punched the bed board, somewhat unwillingly.
He is also a dignified man, and he cannot stay in the safe zone every day and do administrative work.
He wanted to work hard in the dungeon and help Bai Huo share some of the pressure.
So far, he has not contracted any weird ones.
The biggest contribution was to create several bottles of red drinks in the [Wax Town] copy.
He felt that he was too ordinary.
Most of those dungeon guides were provided by Su Qingyu.
The internal affairs of the red-shirted organization are all handled with ease.
Although he was present, he didn't help much.
He thought that if he was stronger, the pressure on Bai Huo's shoulders would be lighter.
The same goes for this night.
Su Qingyu was lying on the bed, suffering from a rare insomnia.
Tonight is a sleepless night for many people.
She thought that not everyone had the opportunity to say goodbye.
Some people leave in just a moment.
No preparation.
No warning.
You thought it was going to be an ordinary afternoon.
In fact, that was the last encounter.
