He forced himself to calm down, and his tone was like a majestic but kind father: "Fangfei, you have grown up!"
It seems like endless sighs. Such a small thing can become like this.
Fang Fei looked carefully at the man with the exquisite feather crown on his head. Over the years, he had not changed, not at all. In the days when she first entered the temple, she often thought of this "father" and his pastries.
, his apple, thinking of the princess house shaded by flowers.
It was the first time in her life that she felt warmth, a father-like feeling.
Later, she was taught literacy by the high priest, which was a devilish training method - they seemed to be training not a saintly virgin princess, but a profound doctor. Twelve hours a day were spent on reading and various
The learning of skills takes seven or eight hours. Even eating is in a hurry. Even when eating, I am still learning different skills.
She didn't understand why, but she didn't dare to disobey. Fortunately, the high priest left for a period of time every year. During that time, she was free, although it was short. Only this year, the high priest left for too long.
She almost forgot about his existence.
During the long years of loneliness, while passing the time with the books in the library, I accidentally came across a record of "heresy" - which even the high priest did not know about. This book recorded a secret, which is the origin of the god Zongmu in the Northern Kingdom.
's secret.
After that, she eagerly searched for similar books and secretly studied the words she couldn't understand, not because of interest, but because she was eager to unlock the secret. Unknowingly, the years passed by.
Slowly, Fang understood that Luo Jia, where is the loving father, is a wolf, a wolf in sheep's clothing.
She was his prisoner, a sacrifice after the country was destroyed and her family was destroyed. The only difference was that she had never mourned for her motherland, nor for any member of the royal family - she had no idea about it, nor did she mourn for it.
Without any worries, there is only one self in this world! It seems that it is separate from oneself and has nothing to do with oneself.
If you can't pity others, you can only pity yourself.
Luo Jia suddenly remembered that night nine years ago, when the little girl carried boiling water to water the flower trees in the palace to death. His eyes fell on her black waterfall-like black hair, and he said slowly: "Fangfei, you have forgotten you."
Are you the princess of the temple? You are not allowed to say a word to any man from the outside world for the rest of your life."
Fangfei's body was trembling slightly.
Luo Jia suddenly felt curious: "Do you always remember who I am?"
She said coldly: "You are Luojia, the king of the Northern Kingdom."
Luo Jia was slightly angry: "How dare you call me by my name? I am your father! When you were a child, you called me father."
"Now, I also call you 'Father'!"
The word "Father" was a strong one. She thought, how long will he continue to pretend?
Luo Jia's eyes fell from her to the book open on the ground, and his expression suddenly changed.
"Fangfei, give me the book."
She took a step back, as if nothing had happened, as if saying, "If you want it, just take it yourself."
The order Luo Jia issued for the first time was invalid, and he bent down to pick up the book with some resentment.
He was not looking at the first beautiful girl like Andre; instead, he turned to the last page and looked at the little girl's voice, narrow eyes, tired eyebrows, and single eyelids that set off the infinite innocence.
and vitality, with a pure expression on her face - that was his little sister. He will never forget her calmness for eighteen years. The little sister said: I am the daughter of God, and it is my glory to serve my Lord.
Don't cry for me. But the moment she was thrown into the fire, she cried - even though she used a lot of intoxicating drugs, she still woke up, struggled desperately in the sea of fire, and shouted, the pain that penetrated the bone marrow.
, he will never forget it!
Luo Jia didn't want to read any more, so he closed the book and stared at Fang Fei. The little person in the past, with a smooth forehead and slightly closed eyes, seemed like a ghost between heaven and earth, rather than the innocence and liveliness of a young girl.