Chapter 2 Chapter One

In the 389th year of the Qingkui calendar, Yaoyao was fifteen years old and left Tianque's hometown for the first time. It was early spring, and the dense forests on both sides of Qingshui had just opened their sleepy eyes, looking at the world with a spotless expression.The mountain spirit narcissus in Tianque Mountain, they are white and innocent, carefree, with brisk feet skimming the wind, and disappearing into the flowing water in a blink of an eye, just like the thousand-year history of ice shemia, gone and never returned. The girls had only bamboo rafts to sit on, and they were all huddled together in a pile of distracted souls.The embroidered robes of brocade clothes were stained mottled with mud and blood.The river wind blew up the torn skirt, revealing the white shoulders and arms faintly.

With her back to the crowd, Yaoyao sat alone on the bow of the boat, looking down at her right heart.She noticed that her hand lines were particularly messy, like tender grass being rubbed by a storm.There are strings of blood blisters on the soft fingertips, which were worn out when kneading the thick rope for weaving bamboo rafts.The bamboo rafts used to escort the female family members of the Iceshmian king's family were made by themselves.Thinking of this, Yaoyao smiled wryly.Making bamboo rafts is really a novelty for these pampered royals and nobles.The junior officer of the Qingkui Kingdom who was in charge of the escort gave the order and gloated over their "game".Yaoyao racked her brains, but she didn't come up with a useful witchcraft that can conjure something out of thin air—even if it's just a straw rope.

And all of this is just the beginning of the downfall of Ice Shemia. Yaoyao, who used to read a lot of poetry and books, thought of their founding ancestor, Emperor Jinyun at this moment.That is one of the most famous sages since the beginning of the world.Such legends are written in the Ice Race classics He is the descendant of the combination of the phoenix bird in the sky and the Ice tribe man, and is the first hero of the Ice tribe.He grew up in the shrine on the other side of the white cloud. After the death of his biological mother, he was exiled by the gods to wander on the earth.He then led all the Ice people to run around in Tianque Mountain, reclaiming forests, fishing and grazing.In the end, he found a treasure land and founded the country—this is the Ice Shemia in the upper reaches of the Qingshui River, at the foot of Tianque, the kingdom of the Ice people, and they enshrined the phoenix bird as their totem.

The Jinyun Emperor in the ancestral temple does not look like an emperor, but he looks like a hard-working farmer. With his muddy feet in straw sandals, he has traveled all over the mountains and rivers on both sides of the Qingshui River.History is behind this intelligent and persevering farmer. It has lasted for thousands of years and has prospered him and his ethnic groups. He has always stood above the Yunhuang ethnic groups with dazzling glory. Bingshemia, this peculiar pronunciation, is said to come from the long-lost ancient Yunhuang language, which means the wanderer on the other side of the iceberg.When the ancestors of the Ice Race first appeared on the Yunhuang Continent, the aborigines here once called out "Ice Shmiya" in horror, and took up weapons to drive them out.What a poignant word it is. It connotes discrimination, isolation, struggle and failure, a long journey, no place to live.Emperor Jinyun knew the destiny through the past and the present, but after working hard to build the country, he used such words to name his country.Does he want to spur the descendants to work hard and make this word an unattainable glory, or——he has foreseen reincarnation, and foresees that these Feng's people will one day become the real Ice Shemia Woolen cloth?

In the heyday of the past 500 years, the iron cavalry of the Ice Tribe traveled all over the Yunhuang Continent, conquered tribes of all sizes, and established an invincible ice empire in the upper reaches of Qingshui.However, today, the royal relatives of the Ice Clan are still reduced to servants who live like ants, making troubles for mere straw ropes, soaking their fingers stained with shame and blood in the cold river water, just like their shabby ancestors them.Emperor Jinyun would have thought that Bingshemia would be a prophecy? Inside Yaoyao's heart, she smiled indifferently. No matter what the motive of Emperor Jinyun is, the arrogant and domineering successor after a thousand years has long forgotten the original meaning of Bingshemia, and also the iron law of fate with its sharp claws.Spring and autumn flowers and plants wither overnight.Facing the pressure of Qing Kui's army, they would only say again and again: "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it..."

In my imagination, the face of Huaijiang, the last ice emperor, could not coincide with that of Emperor Jinyun no matter what. Huaijiang's face was pale yellow and greasy, like the little grease left after the lamp oil was burned out, and there were only empty ashes in the wrinkles.Thinking of this, Yaoyao felt sick for a while and closed her eyes involuntarily. As the second daughter of Emperor Huaijiang, she was never ashamed of hating her biological father.Although she is also a princess, the fifteen years since she was born, the days she spent in the court were less than one winter and summer.And most of this cold and heat was in the bloody storm before the dynasty fell apart, so she didn't have any admiration for this subjugated king.

Besides, she didn't care about them in the first place, she couldn't love anyone in the first place. Completely different from sisters and cousins, Yaoyao is not only a princess, but also the future witch of Iceshemia. Yaoyao raised her head.The green water flows for a long time, and the mist is as ethereal as before.According to folk singers of the Ice Tribe, after the death of Emperor Jinyun, he became the God of Tianque Mountain, guarding his kingdom for many years.On Dengbao Peak in the depths of Tianque Mountain, every year before the spring equinox and sunrise, you can see a colorful halo from Sunlight Cliff overlooking the sea of ​​clouds in the east—that is the incarnation of Emperor Jinyun.

The source of the legend is the balcony temple under the Sunlight Cliff.After the death of Emperor Jinyun, his youngest daughter Ming Xiao voluntarily went to Tianque Mountain to become a monk in memory of her father, and married her in a balcony.It seems that I can really feel the grief of my daughter. Every spring equinox, the vision of Emperor Jinyun will appear on Sunlight Cliff.Thirty years later, there was a severe drought in Bingshmiya, starvation was everywhere, the people were in dire straits, and the ministers of the DPRK and China were helpless, and the country was about to be destroyed.In the end, it was Princess Mingxiao who had already attained enlightenment who walked out of Tianque Mountain.The princess put on a witch's robe and prayed for rain for three days, and then the rain fell from the sky, and the whole country was relieved.Afterwards, three thousand people from all over the country entered Tianque Mountain to pay homage to the balcony temple, calling Princess Mingxiao the saint and guardian of the Ice Tribe.Princess Mingxiao was the younger sister of the monarch at that time, so she was also called "Witch Aunt".Since then, the royal family of the Ice Race has established a rule that every dynasty must select a princess to be sent to the balcony temple, isolated from the world, with a pure heart and few desires.The only task is to practice spells and inherit the position of Aunt Wu in the future.

After thousands of years, Princess Mingxiao has already become a figure in myths and legends.However, the witch aunt system is like a legend, handed down from generation to generation.As the princess of the witch aunt, she is the number one wizard of the Ice Clan and the symbol of the guardian. Her status is as high as a goddess, and she is loved by all peoples. No real power.Today's concubines give birth to a princess, and would rather send her to the tribe under the rule to marry than let her inherit the aunt Wu. Not to mention being lonely all her life, she also lost the opportunity to participate in the struggle for imperial power.When Yaoyao was born, she was sent to the balcony temple.Because her mother is said to be an unidentified woman.Therefore, Princess Yaoyao has neither father nor mother.

Accompanied by her growing up was a aunt in the balcony temple, that is, a sister of Emperor Huaijiang who had a bad background—Princess Xinyuan. Wu Gu Xinyuan is a woman who looks like a midnight wind orchid.Whenever Yaoyao closes her eyes and recalls Xin Yuan's eyes and brows, every frown and word, she can feel a light blue fragrance coming from afar.The gowns of the shamans have only one color, which is the penetrating green, which is so endless that it directly connects with the vast expanse of Tianque Mountain and blends into one.This cyan dress marks the meaning of Wugu's existence from the ceremony, and it is to reflect the spirit and gods of Tianque Mountain, which protects the land of the Ice Tribe.However, this should be a vibrant blue color, but when it fell on Xin Yuan's body, it suddenly had a different meaning.It is some emptiness, some coldness, some sighs at the end of the song, and some clarity when the water is gone.

Although she is known as one of the best talented women among witches in the past, Xin Yuan is not a warm person.Apart from the daily instruction, she seldom talks to Yaoyao, probably because she feels that children don't understand anything. The shamans are required to be calm and calm.They are bystanders of the world, and they are not allowed to participate in the emotional role, they just need to watch.Wu Gu Xinyuan also did this seriously. Xinyuan always sits lazily in the leeward pavilion, reads a book, drinks a sip of tea, and then looks up at the sea of ​​clouds blankly.Xinyuan's magic skills are very good, so she never read mantras or classics.what is she looking atIt seems to be the spring and autumn of the home country with pale and yellow scrolls, and it seems to be folk songs rippling in the spring breeze. And it seemed like she wasn't looking at anything, she was just looking at Liuyun.The flowing clouds in the sky are also some kind of words, it is a secret language that only the witches of Tianque Mountain can understand. She hadn't noticed that the little girl beside her with a dazed expression had actually memorized every detail of her with her heart. Every word on the lips, every expression in the corner of the eyes. Aunt Wu is Yaoyao's mirror.Even if Aunt Wu herself didn't want to be referenced by anyone, she still couldn't avoid the girl's clear eyes.Fifteen years of long years, the eyebrows that Yaoyao can look at, the scenery that she can yearn for, is only Aunt Wu.The future that Yaoyao imagined for herself is also like this.Confinement and loneliness are their common destiny. Those memories, even after many years and the passage of time, cannot be erased from our eyes. The cool and watery days are always hovering in the field of vision, flying feathers and flowing clouds, flowers blooming and withering.Until—until a dazzling scarlet stained the figure of the orchid in an instant, and the blood soaked the entire memory. Yaoyao was startled.She opened her eyes and looked around anxiously, the green above the blue water was fresh and compelling, but it couldn't dilute the thick blood color remaining in her eyes.Among the blood, it was Xin Yuan who was looking into her eyes. Xinyuan, the only aunt who died under the sword, was also the only princess of the Ice Tribe who was brutally slaughtered by her elder brother. Yaoyao shook her head violently, twisting her unsightly hands. At that time, Emperor Huaijiang had already declared war on Qingkui Kingdom in the lower reaches of Qingshui River.What is the reason why Emperor Huaijiang provoked the war, Yaoyao has no idea at all.In fact, few in the DPRK and China know the inside story.Some people say that it was because a foreign concubine of Emperor Huaijiang returned home to visit relatives, and when the city was broken, she was captured by Qingkui's army and dedicated to their King Wuxiang.Emperor Huaijiang asked King Wuxiang for his important person, but was told that the concubine was reluctant to return to the oppressive Bingshemia court because she was nostalgic for the free life in the Qing Palace.Such shame and humiliation made Emperor Huaijiang lose his mind.In any case, he would be suicidal in making such a decision.The Ice Tribe has a thousand-year royal lineage, but they have long been strong outside and middle-ranked. They don't have the corresponding military and financial resources, and they are not enough to compete with the thriving Qingkui Kingdom.What's more, Wu Xiang, the monarch of Qingkui, is a god of war that has never been seen in a hundred years, and no one in the entire Yunhuang continent can match it.Under his sword, a large area of ​​land in the lower reaches of the Qingshui River came under Qing Kui's rule.There is no one in Bingshemia who is Wu Xiang's opponent. Before dispatching troops, he went to the balcony temple to ask divination as usual, and Wu Gu Xinyuan gave the worst hexagram. At that time, fourteen-year-old Yaoyao hid behind the big pillars of the balcony temple, staring at her father whom she had seen no more than five times since she was born.Emperor Huaijiang stood there gloomily, like a dark lone tower under the dark sky.Kneeling in front of him, Aunt Wu tried to explain all the inappropriateness of sending troops, and advised Brother Huang to change his mind.However, Emperor Huaijiang didn't seem to hear anything, and his thoughts drifted far away.Just when Yaoyao was feeling tired, Emperor Huaijiang suddenly pulled out his sword. No one thought it would happen, and no one had time to stop it.Princess Xinyuan's head just rolled down from her grub-like neck. For a moment, Yaoyao thought she was wrong. "Aunt Wu is not allowed to interfere in politics." Emperor Huaijiang reluctantly said a word, which was an explanation.After speaking, he walked out with a relieved pace. Everyone was thinking that Emperor Huaijiang might have gone crazy. Only Yaoyao knew that Emperor Huaijiang was not crazy at all.He just wanted to use Aunt Wu's blood to sacrifice his sword.Yaoyao knew that this was an almost evil witchcraft that Princess Xinyuan would never mention.In order to win, Emperor Huaijiang did not hesitate to bribe the gods in the most shameless way.However, even he himself doesn't know whether the gods are still facing the out-of-control Bingshemia. The body that had just lost its life withered on the ground.Yaoyao didn't say a word, looking at the broken neck, red things kept flowing out.Is this the fate of being a witch? ——It turned out to be shocking for such a clean and elegant witch to see blood gushing from her body. Emperor Huaijiang who walked to the door suddenly turned his head and saw Yaoyao, hesitating as if remembering something. Yaoyao also looked at him, and his hand moved to the sword again. So Yaoyao's pitch-black eyeballs also turned to the sword following his hand.The girl's expression was as indifferent as a pool of stagnant water.She waited to be the emperor's second victim. However, he finally said: "You come back to the palace with me, this place doesn't need Aunt Wu anymore." Before leaving, Yaoyao suddenly ran back, knelt down, and kowtowed to Princess Xinyuan's body.When she raised her head, she saw Aunt Wu's eyes open. That was the first and last time Aunt Wu looked at Yaoyao. For the first and last time, Yaoyao stretched out her hand to Aunt Wu, holding the cold fingers.Wu Gu Xinyuan, who was born and died of witchcraft, left only an indecipherable look in her eyes, which was drowned in the sea of ​​blood in an instant... For many years after that, she made up her mind countless times to exclude the tragic scene of the last year of the ice calendar from her memory.Why can't it be done?Why does it replay in my mind again and again?After a long time and distance, it seemed to touch Aunt Wu's finger again, it was cold. On Qingshui, fifteen-year-old Yaoyao clenched her fists tightly, but looked around in a daze. Floating to Luoyan Beach, the bamboo raft was held up by the reef under the rapids.The boatman worked for a long time, but there was no improvement, so the escort officer asked the female prisoners to go into the water to push the bamboo raft. There was filthy brutality in the man's voice.The royal girls went into the water at a loss.After several times of tossing and turning to no avail, suddenly, the bamboo raft was washed away by the water and drifted far away.The girls in the water panicked, and the torrent swept them around, crying for help.The boatman on the bamboo raft finally calmed down, and tied a long rope to a big tree on the bank.The escort officer impatiently urged the girls to hurry up, a pair of greasy and red eyes slid back and forth on the girls' wet bodies. Everyone was silent.It was raining, and there were some children splashing water by the far stream.Those are the nearby mountain people, poor and disheveled, as simple as wild beasts in the mountains.The water is fast, and the children are carefree, not worried about being washed away at any time, just like they don't care that the history of Iceshemia has been washed away by the cavalry of the Qingkui Kingdom, rolling away with the river.This situation made them extremely disappointed.After a while, Yaoyao felt someone sitting behind her. "elder sister……" Yaoyao was slightly surprised.Although she is indeed an ice princess, no other princess calls her sister.In the thin emotional experience of her youth, the line of family affection has not yet appeared. "Sister..." The six-year-old girl who spoke in a low voice was the youngest princess girl, "Sister, you know witchcraft..." Yaoyao remained silent, if witchcraft could also save the Ice Race, how could they be where they are today? "...do you know how to die without pain?" Yaoyao thought for a while and said, "Girl, don't be afraid. Living will never be more painful than death." Yaoyao's natural and indifferent voice is not enough to comfort the girl.Yaoyao thought to herself, young children are more fragile and more likely to be damaged by this world, and she can't change this. "We are the descendants of the phoenix bird!" There was something burning in the girl's dark brown eyes, "If you are born as a human, you can't change the fact that the country is subjugated. Then after you die as a phoenix bird, you will have revenge. Here's the chance!" Yaoyao was shocked, the girl made a sound that didn't belong to her small chest.She was startled, and then sighed, "It's not like you imagined, turning into a phoenix after death, that's just an ancient legend of the Ice Tribe, it can't be taken seriously." She hesitated and reached out her hand, stroking the girl's long hair in a comforting gesture, but she thought to herself: Since the girl is so convinced of the power of legends, why didn't she let her be a witch? "But, sister—you are not extraordinary!" The girl raised her head and stared at Yaoyao's face with her clear eyes, "You have amazing magic power, you can take off your human form and turn into a phoenix bird when you are born. We You can do what you can't do." Nvwa does not mean to blame.She scorched Yaoyao with eyes like an open fire, and what burned in the fire was almost tragic expectation, which made Yaoyao feel heavy. The girl's voice suddenly became low, "Sister, you will take revenge, won't you? You can go on your own. But you gave up your freedom and followed us to that evil country just to avenge them." The six-year-old girl's voice was as clear as a singing song in green water, and as cold as a rock at the bottom of the river.This feeling made Yaoyao trance. "Avenge them, and then—" Nvwa looked at the passing green mountains and green waters, and murmured, "Let the old country come back." There was a sweet smile on the girl's bruised face.Suddenly, she said loudly: "Sister, please pray for me!" Before Yaoyao could open her mouth in time, she heard a thud, and those dark brown eyes suddenly disappeared.The girls who were still in a daze were shocked by the sudden change, and they all screamed.The little girl's soft body drifted with the current like a broken reed, leaving only a long blood red mark like a mark in the white waves. When she woke up, only a few strands of hair were left in Yaoyao's tightly clenched hands, as thin as a breeze. There was a commotion on the bamboo raft, as if the furious escort asked them to sit together and not move around.Someone couldn't help sobbing in a low voice. Yaoyao twisted the hair in her hands.At that moment, she seemed to hear nothing and see nothing.Only the children's laughter gradually faded away, drowned in the endless sound of water. Her slender heart seemed to sink to the bottom of the water, and it was so cold to the bone. At that time, she finally made up her mind.Life is a delicate thing.Some important decisions are nothing but a loss; a small thought turns into a world-shaking.A ray of cool breeze, a gleam of gleam of origin, cannot be noticed at the time, and it is even more difficult to trace it afterwards.Fifteen-year-old Yaoyao, even though she has a gifted power of insight, can hardly comprehend this point. That girl is gone forever.Girl, can you really turn into a phoenix bird?Will not.The wings of your dreams are covered with icy river water, and you can't fly to the world you yearn for.Your ending is nothing more than turning into a piece of blue water grass at the bottom of the river, a silver fish swimming. Actually, that's not a bad ending, is it?Many years later, when she looked back on her past, she suddenly realized, or she would rather stay in the cold green water forever, sleeping forever.She will turn into a clever little fish in the stream, go upstream and return to her hometown.In this way, her life is considered perfect. So, the thread of the legend changed direction here? No, that's not the case. Yaoyao is always like this - she is neither sad nor numb, neither sober nor drunk.At that time, she was burdened with a secret that could not be fulfilled, so she could not end the tempering of fate early.Whether you know or don't know, willing or unwilling, you are destined to drift with the tide in this broken world. At that time she asked the boatman: "What is the end of Qingshui?" The boatman told her that the flowing water has no end.All those who want to find the end are slowly sliding along the direction of the flowing water until time runs out. However, you who choose to go down the river will never be able to turn back. After the boat leaves Wuling Gorge, the water gradually opens up.That evening, Ying Du appeared in the sight of the Ice Tribe captives.From a distance, the capital that Qingkui people are proud of looks like an iron city floating on Qingcaozhou.The setting sun on the river covered the lead gray city wall with a layer of gold, gorgeous and dark. There is a high slope outside the city, which is the place where the legendary big hibiscus tree symbolizing Qingkui Guozuo grows - Jiangli Mountain.In the twilight, the mountain shadows are dark blue, which is daunting. The captives camped outside the city.Whether they can enter the capital still depends on Qing Wang Wuxiang's will.The moonlight was beautiful that night.Yaoyao counted, it happened to be the day of the 15th lunar month.It turned out that they had walked for two full months from Tianque Mountain to Yingdu. Because there were barracks all around, it was impossible for the female prisoners to escape, so the guards were relaxed.Yaoyao put on a Gebu shirt she picked up from nowhere, and quietly walked out of the tent.There is hot and itchy breath flowing in the mid-spring air, making Yaoyao feel panicked.The female family members of the royal family have long been listed, and they are all reserved for Qing Wang Wuxiang, and no one dares to touch them.The rest were wantonly divided up by the soldiers of Qing Kui Kingdom.Yaoyao covered her ears, deliberately ignoring those terrifying voices. Due to the trampling of swords and soldiers, almost no grass grew on the grassland.The mud was everywhere, dragging her skirt dirty.Out of sight of the barracks guards, she walked faster and faster, walking like a bird skimming the water.The wind blew in her face, and she tore off her tattered robe, and she flew up. The pale moon casts a layer of cool water on the night.Like ice melting into water, the figure of the girl Yaoyao disappeared into the night.A cold-colored bird silently spread its snow-white wings and flew towards Jiangli Mountain. Around Jiangli Mountain, there is a peculiar wind direction, and the protection of gods and men protects the mountains of Qingkui Kingdom's national line.She didn't dare to whine, but fluttered her wings numbly.The tallest tree on the shoulder of the mountain is the hibiscus tree of Qingkui Kingdom.The area around the Fusang Shenmu is the forbidden area of ​​the Qing royal family, and no outsiders can approach it. Although it was only spring, the big tree had already grown vigorously, and it was obviously denser than the surrounding tree species.The big hibiscus tree symbolizes the national destiny of the Qingkui Kingdom.If the tree is prosperous, the country will prosper, and if the tree dies, the country will perish.This is the three hundred and eighty-ninth year of the Qingkui calendar, and the Qing king Wu Xiang is making a military campaign. The glory of the Qingkui kingdom is like the sun at noon, scorching the land of the southern country.But the tree in front of him seemed to be too prosperous, and the prosperity that poured into the sky was almost burning back to himself. She lowered her head and bit off a piece of feather on her chest. The moment the feather left her body, it turned into a pure white flame. Facing this white flame, she smiled knowingly, imagining how the white flames would ignite the hibiscus branches and leaves.This arrogant tree was finally turned into coke and ashes in the sacred fire of the ice tribe, just like the result that those Qingkui people should get. At this time, she could not have imagined that this small action was a fatal mistake that turned everything upside down.Many years later, when she looked back on the past, the white feather fire still flickered in her memory. The fire did not burn the empty mulberry tree, but spread coldly until it burned her entire life. There are people under the empty mulberry tree.That night, there was a young Qingkui warrior standing alone under the tree, waving with branches and stones.The white light awakened him from his contemplation.Startled, he lifted his bow and arrow without thinking. The fire was accurately pierced by the oncoming arrow and extinguished.He is a famous sharpshooter. Before she could dodge in time, the arrow pierced her chest. She immediately lost all strength and fell rapidly.She lowered her head, wanting to see if any bright red blood flowed out and dyed the white feathers.However, his vision quickly blurred. The ground was hard and cold.She felt like all her bones were broken.At the last glance, she only saw a gloomy figure walking towards her step by step. Then another round of spring flowers and autumn moons passed.The moonlight in the Gaotang Temple is as white as a knife, cutting the clean blue brick floor.In sleepless nights, she quietly counted the footprints of the moonlight, as if counting the scars of fleeting years.There was a dark red in the corner of the wall, like the rust of a sword, and also like blood.She stared fixedly, and the evil red streak seemed to be making some noise, as if it was crying.The cries would permeate through the cracks in the bricks, looking for a place to hide like a grieving evil spirit.But it won't really go away, it's been there peeping, peeping... Is that her own blood?Did she really cry? That time, I don't know when I woke up.I don't even know if it's day or night.This room is gorgeous and airtight, only surrounded by huge incense candles, the incense is so strong that it is suffocating. She guessed that she herself still fell into the hands of Qing Kui's guards.But it's not like a prison cell.She stood up, only to realize that she was in a huge golden cage.It seemed that because of the rattling sound of the shackles on her feet, a Qing Kui woman who looked like a maid rushed over, only took a look at her, and exclaimed, and rushed out while shouting: "It's terrible, Feng! The bird has become a beauty." Yaoyao looked down, she really turned back into a human body, lying in the cage in white, naked like a newborn baby.She remembered the maid's cry, and decided to turn back into a phoenix bird to deceive others.However, her mana seemed to be imprisoned by something and could not be activated at all. There was still a burning pain in the chest.She looked down and saw that the arrow that shot her was still embedded in the wound.She hastily pulled out the arrow.As soon as it was pulled out a little bit, blood spurted out again. The pain made her unable to straighten up, and she moaned quietly while lying in the cold cage. "Is the Ice Race?" The voice came from behind.Yaoyao froze all of a sudden. The coming person's footsteps were heavy, and the sound of stomping made people dare not breathe, as if they were filled with great anger.This overwhelming majesty was something she had never experienced before. "The widow asked you something, why didn't you answer it?" She was too frightened to turn around, but she refused to answer, her fingers clasped tightly on the grid of the cage. The cage door opened with a "squeak", and then an old and rough hand stuck to her completely naked back, groping without any scruples.She gritted her teeth. "The shoulder blades are so long..." Qing Wang Wu Xiang pondered, "You are not only a member of the Ice Clan, but also a direct descendant of the Iceshmiya Royal Family, a princess, right?" Yaoyao said nothing. "You know how to change, could it be that you are their witch?" Yaoyao was silent.Her mind was in chaos, and she couldn't use any spells to escape.Wu Xiang seemed to have lost his patience, pulling her out of the cage by pulling her hair.Yaoyao suddenly felt dizzy.Before he could see Wu Xiang's face clearly, he was already crushed to the ground. "He used this to claim credit for me? Huh!" Wu Xiang seemed to be talking to himself, "A witch is the most holy and inviolable woman of your Ice Race, right? This is really a good trophy." Yaoyao fights with him instinctively, she faintly knows what kind of terrible thing will happen.In the haze, he could only see bursts of ferocious blood on Wu Xiang's cold and contemptuous face.This man has a body and strength as strong as a beast, and her resistance has little effect.In a short while she was like a hopeless drowner, drowned in the horror and humiliation of the bone. After the matter was over, the conqueror stood up with a sneer, dragged the blood-soaked girl to the ground, and ordered someone to take her out to be executed. When Yaoyao woke up again, her whole body was in unbearable pain. Originally thought that burning the sacred tree in Kongsang Ridge could avenge the motherland.Unexpectedly, overnight, a series of horrors and setbacks completely knocked her down.She had no choice but to cry in panic.At this time, all she can understand is her own ignorance and fragility, as well as desolation, endless desolation... At some point, the iron arrow embedded in her chest had slipped off, and she kept holding it in her hand.Clenched so tightly, the fingers are turning blue. It's a magical arrow that dampens her mana.It was this arrow that killed her.She suddenly burst into a fit of violence, and kept beating the iron arrowhead with her hands, crying loudly, as if this arrowhead was the enemy she hated to the bone.Both hands were bloodied by the sharp arrows, she finally felt the pain and stopped slowly. Sitting in the dark, with a blank face, drenched with tears. After a long time, a light suddenly came on in the room. She didn't know that King Qing wanted to kill her, so she didn't answer people.And that person didn't seem to be in a hurry to come in, she stood quietly on the threshold, observing the weeping girl. After a while, Yaoyao's eyes adapted to the bright light, and she realized that the place she was in was not King Qing's bedroom, nor the death row's cage, but an elegant and quiet study room.There is a leisurely scent of southern vanilla in the air. "Where is this?" she asked subconsciously. "This is Cangwu Garden." The person by the door walked in slowly. It turned out that she had arrived at Queen Xiang's palace. Yaoyao has long heard that Mrs. Xiang has a very special status, not only has a high status in Qingkui country, but also is famous all over the world because of a legendary life experience.Originally Princess Qingkui, she was abandoned by her parents since she was a child, and was adopted by the You Clan people in Jiuyi Mountain. When she grew up, she married Chong Hua, the patriarch of the You Clan.Later, when Wu Xiang pacified Jiuyi and Chonghua died, Mrs. Xiang committed herself to Wu Xiang, so that Wu Xiang seized the throne of Qing Kui Kingdom as a son-in-law and made her Qing Kui Queen.It's just a marriage that takes advantage of each other. (See "Sorrow for the South of the Yangtze River") The floor was as clean as a mirror, and Mrs. Xiang's slender, white figure was vaguely reflected. Yaoyao's heart tightened. There is no one around.Mrs. Xiang went straight to her, raised her delicate chin and looked at her carefully, "Your real body is a phoenix bird." Yaoyao is slightly surprised.She is a phoenix bird, but as a descendant of a god, plus fifteen years of cultivation, her real body, not to mention ordinary people, even ordinary spirit witches can't even try to tell it.In Bingshemia, except for her father Huaijiang Emperor and Wu Gu Xinyuan, no one has ever known her true face. Mrs. Xiang said: "People of the Bing people respect the phoenix and regard themselves as the family of the phoenix. I heard that Emperor Huaijiang has a wife, the goddess Fengli. This goddess is a heavenly being, with a double body. She can be human. You can give birth to phoenix wings, fight the sky, and have great magic power. How could she marry a mediocre monarch? I thought they were bragging... But, from this point of view, are you the child of Goddess Fengli?" Yaoyao nodded, her mother of unknown origin is Goddess Fengli.However, it is not appropriate to say that Goddess Fengli is the wife of Emperor Huaijiang.It is said that Goddess Fengli often takes the shape of a bird and bathes in the brine spring of Tianque Mountain.By chance, I had a one-night relationship with Emperor Huaijiang who was traveling in the mountains.A year later, a small wooden basin floated on the brine spring, and in the wooden basin was a little baby girl who was less than a hundred days old.What happened during this period, Emperor Huaijiang didn't say, she didn't know either.At that time, the Queen of Bing was responsible for raising the baby, and she immediately sent Yaoyao to the balcony temple, thereby eliminating the hidden worry of making her own daughter a witch. "Descendant of the Goddess, I can't deal with you." Mrs. Xiang sighed. "Why? Goddess Fengli is a person in the sky, so she will not interfere with these matters. Madam don't need to take care of her." Yaoyao sneered, "Madam's punishment is Yaoyao's honor." Mrs. Xiang understood.The words of Princess Ice Tribe are nothing more than ridiculing her Mrs. Xiang, as the ex-queen of Jiuyi, but she doesn't want to take revenge and restore the country, but uses her experience as a thief.Yaoyao speaks sharply, and she may still have such thoughts in her heart. She also loses her body to her enemy, and she has a clear conscience than Mrs. Xiang—even more righteous.Saying it this way, her pain would be balanced.Mrs. Xiang said, "Back then, when Jiangli was at the foot of the mountain, the army of the Qingkui Kingdom suppressed the border, and the envoy sent to ask for help from the Bing Clan only brought back a cart of weapons reluctantly gifted by the Bing Emperor. Nine Yi Mountain was full of mourners, besieged on all sides. Only your mother came If it wasn't for her...the last branch of the You Clan's ancestral hall, it would all depend on her to preserve it..." Mrs. Xiang said frankly that Yaoyao was a little surprised.She also seemed to be secretly blaming Emperor Bingshemiya, if they hadn't stood by and watched back then, the You Clan might not have perished.Ten years later, Bingshemia suffered the same fate.The country's military and politics are beyond her control.She just watched helplessly that the country's indifference and selfishness to each other determined their inevitable fate. "...so I can't kill you." Yaoyao said loudly: "You don't need to save me." "You don't have to think this is some kind of salvation." Madam Xiang sighed, walked around behind Yaoyao, and held her shoulders, "You will know in the future..." Mrs. Xiang's mournful tone touched a certain nature of the girl.Yaoyao couldn't control it suddenly, and burst into tears, "It's because I don't want to live anymore, can't I? Now it's like this - if you kill me, you will fulfill me. Seeing my mother's kindness to you... I don't want to die." alive." "Yaoyao, you..." Mrs. Xiang seemed ashamed and didn't know what to say. The two were silent for a while. Mrs. Xiang seemed to remember something, she walked gently to the side of the incense burner, twisted a pinch of incense ash in her hand, and stretched out her open palm to Yaoyao, "Why don't you look at your own destiny?" Yaoyao was startled, took the incense ash and sprinkled it on the ground. The trajectory of the incense ash was very scattered.The girl covered in blood froze on the ground, she raised her head and saw Mrs. Xiang with her back turned to her, studying the trajectory of the incense ash.The madam's back was fluttering with snow, she was reading some kind of incantation, and suddenly said "huh", and quickly pinched her fingers to calculate. “瑶瑶，”湘夫人终于说，“你真的不想活了？” 瑶瑶轻轻地哼了一声。 “……知不知道，你真的很像我。”湘夫人说，“不过……” 瑶瑶无言。 “你信天命否？”湘夫人问。 “当然。”身为天阙山巫姑的继承者，瑶瑶可以不信王道不遵人伦，却对天命笃信不疑。 “你天命未尽。”湘夫人缓缓地转过身来。 瑶瑶第一眼正视湘夫人，忽然一激灵。显赫的青夔后，神情有一种难以言喻的清冷和决然。 “相信我的占卜，”湘夫人说，“你的生命，会在很遥远的年代终结。或者……你会比我幸运？” 比她幸运？瑶瑶忽然领悟到了什么。 湘夫人流露出一个宿命的笑。 “那好，我便活着。”瑶瑶说，“既然我天命未绝，那总有实现愿望的一日。” 湘夫人一愣，淡淡道：“你的愿望？” 瑶瑶在心里骄傲地笑了一下，“我的愿望，就是看到青夔国覆灭，看到你们全都断子绝孙。” 湘夫人笑了，旋即长叹一声，“没有人真的知道自己心里的愿望到底是什么。我会让你活下去，却不能给你自由身。毕竟，现在的你，还是青夔国的敌人。”湘夫人忽然走到瑶瑶面前，握住了她的一只手腕，把她拉向自己。 瑶瑶一惊，尚未反应过来，已经被湘夫人轻轻缚住。这条绳索浸过了神仙水，可以使得她的法力无法施展。“你——”瑶瑶又惊又怒。 湘夫人道：“所以，你这个可怜的孩子。我只能把你禁锢起来，让时间来把答案交给你。” “无论时间给出什么样的答案，我都是你们的死敌，”瑶瑶大声说，“永远的死敌——” 湘夫人没有回答。脚步声一点一点消失在回廊尽头。