Chapter 091: Cherry Blossoms on the Altar Part Four
"child?"
Xin Chuanhuang's child was called to him, but he couldn't say anything. The tears couldn't stop flowing out.
Yutou said to the four people, "Let's go." She no longer looked back at Auntie and Hanako. She walked out of the backyard resolutely and out of Tang Gong's mansion. She got into a carriage. There were still other things in the car.
There were nine women of similar age to her. She knew that they were going to be sent to Fenglinyuan in the west of Tangcheng, where there was the tallest ancient blowing platform in Tangcheng. The ritual officer who managed the sacrifices also lived there.
To the south of Fenglin Courtyard is the tomb of the Tang family. These human sacrifices will spend their last days in the world in Fenglin Courtyard.
The women were crying and shouting as soon as they got on the car, and they were still crying when they arrived at Fenglin Courtyard. Penghao looked at them. They were wearing silk clothes and skirts that slaves could never wear in their lives. At this last moment, they
They don't dress like slaves anymore. They all look like young ladies. Does the underworld also pay attention to these things?
The girls were not sent to the small room in Fenglinyuan, but were sent directly to the high ancient blowing stage. They, a total of ten women, were scattered on the ancient playing stage. The stage was guarded layer by layer.
People. No one has ever known what will happen to these human sacrifices on this high ancient fluting platform. No one has ever known what the last thoughts of the slaves who came to these ancient fluting platforms were?
No one has ever thought about what it feels like to stand on this high ancient fluting platform and look at the cemetery in the distance. Because everyone who comes here is dead. The dead cannot tell people what they met in the end.
If you die, you will die. No one will think about this. For many years, the ancient blowing platform has become the last stop for human sacrifices in Tangcheng. If you get used to it, no one will say anything.
Penghao of the Zhongzhong Tomb is standing on the highest point of the ancient blowing platform - Luoying Pavilion. In the Luoying Pavilion, flowers are flying and falling, and the ghosts are alone in the light rain. Luoying, a kind of loss of life, is as strange and light as flying flowers.
Maybe it also has the meaning of washing away the pain of this mortal world and reaching the spiritual space.
The girl stood alone in the Luoying Pavilion. She didn't want to spend her last moments surrounded by the cries of those girls. She just wanted to live quietly for a while. Take a look at this
The beauty of the world. In the next life, will you still be a human? Will you still be a slave?
Xuan looked quietly to the west. To the west of the ancient blowing platform was a vast courtyard. The tall maple trees quietly concealed the tranquility of the garden. The heavy door behind the tree was deeply hidden, and the endless loneliness and desolation could not be seen.
There is no human voice in the garden, only the faint late autumn wind, which is light and leisurely, wandering quietly in the garden. It seems that all this is far away from the world. It seems that there is no emotion here for the joys and sorrows of the world.
, a picture of chilling indifference.
They are as sad as a dream. In the gradually thinning morning light on the horizon, the morning breeze saturates all of this with a clear and cold breath. There is a very melancholy beauty. It makes you
I couldn't help but shed tears over my life experience and fate.