Two maids immediately grabbed her arms, and she was so frightened that she cried loudly: "Let me go, I want to go home, I want to go home."
The high priest walked up to her: "My princess, your destiny is with the great god. Come in and start your glorious road to heaven."
Fang Fei was still struggling, but she was already half dragged and half pulled into the temple. The huge stone door closed with a "bang", and all that was left in her world were the gloomy rows of statues of gods inside.
Eight years later.
The sun shines through the gaps between the dense trees, the green grass is like the softest velvet, and the rows of willow branches are spread out along the moat, soothing this sacred and lonely land with tenderness.
With a "plop", a person seemed to fall from the sky and landed on the soft grass. With an "ouch", he was about to turn over and get up. A net was already placed on his head - the net was not too big or too small, just enough to cover his head.
Live like a wild boar caught in a trap.
As soon as he struggled, he realized that the net was very small, not for hunting, and was very fine. There was a butterfly flapping its wings in it, buzzing, and some fine dust fell on his face.
"Ah chirp..." He sneezed, his nose was itchy, tears almost fell, and he was very embarrassed. His eyes turned and met a forehead, a pair of enlarged and exquisite eyes, with green grass and wild flowers on his body.
of fragrance.
He was startled, took a step back, and looked curiously at this girl in a snow-white gauze shirt, with long black hair hanging down behind her waist, like a sparkling waterfall.
The girl spoke first, so curious: "Why are you crying?"
"You said I'm crying?" He took off the net bag covering his head, and the butterfly flew out. He became angry, "Who are you talking about? Who is crying?"
"Isn't it just you? Look, the tears are still there..."
The young man was furious. Sure enough, there were tears on his face when he touched it. This was the allergy caused by the pollen incited by butterflies entering his eyes. However, he was indeed "crying". He couldn't tell clearly, so he could only falter: "What are you doing?"
Catch me?"
"Sorry, I wanted to catch butterflies... I didn't expect..." A big fish was caught in the net. The girl quickly let go of the net bag that was used to catch the butterfly, covering her mouth and laughing secretly. The net bag was made of a colorful silk thread.
It had been torn apart by the young man and half of it fell to the ground. There was only a green bamboo pole left in her hand.
This young man who fell from the sky was wearing a golden robe, with a golden sword hanging on his waist, and a pearl network, which was full of brilliance. For many years, he had never seen an outsider here. She asked curiously: "How did you get in?"
The young man was caught in the net as soon as he arrived, and he was angry: "I fell from the sky."
"No, you might have climbed in from the moat."
"How do you know?"
"Because I've observed the location there many times."
The young man laughed: "Do you want to dig out from here?"
The girl nodded sharply. Her forehead, big eyes, and face were so shiny that you could see the blue blood vessels. Because of the bright and pure white gauze dress, the whole person seemed to be transparent. She couldn't be said to be beautiful, but she was so strange.
I was stunned for a while and then asked loudly: "Who are you?"
"Fangfei, my name is Fangfei. Who are you?"
"I am Prince Andre from Rouran Kingdom."
"Rouran Country? Is it the in-law country of the Northern Kingdom?"
"How do you know?"
"It's written in the book."
"Ha, are you still reading? What books are you reading? Yes, my mother is the biological sister of His Majesty the Northern Emperor."
His Majesty the Northern Emperor? That terrifying face flashed before Fang Fei's eyes, and she couldn't help but touch her forehead with her hands. Her memory of that "Father Emperor" was completely stuck in the bloody head injuries, and of course, there was the occasional warmth.
Give apples and embrace your own tenderness.
Andre adjusted his clothes to make himself look very energetic and handsome. There was a strand of slightly messy hair on his forehead, which shone golden in the sun, but he brushed it away as soon as he stretched out his hand. Fang Fei stared at his strange hair,
She thought it looked so good-looking, and when she saw him brushing it away, she felt a little regretful. She had never seen anyone with such hair. Do all people in Rouran country have hair like this?