Luo Jia withdrew his gaze, slowly turned around without looking at her, and walked to the front of the small bed - it was a large desk with an exquisite table top, which could be regarded as the most "luxury" thing in the house, including paper, ink, and pens.
The inkstone is not bad. There are stacks of thick medical books on it, astronomy and geography, Feng Shui and human relations... That should not be a girl's room, but the study of a certain great doctor.
He thought of the words of the high priest: "Fang Fei, she will become the smartest girl dedicated to the great gods." However, the high priest never thought of what she had done in these years - inserting spikes into the hearts of the great gods, inflicting
The most vicious revenge.
Judging from those silver-white spikes, it is obviously impossible to collect so many at one time. Perhaps she has been collecting them inadvertently year after year and has developed a habit. If she doesn't find one, she will pick it up sharply.
Stab into their hearts - like this, year after year, the hearts of the great gods were finally overwhelmed, sinking deeply, deeply, until they bled out and dried up to death.
In the past, the saintly virgin princesses generally only read sacrificial hymns. In their green years, they mainly took care of the temple's sika deer, high-horned antelopes, and docile shepherd dogs. Because they were pious and steadfast, they never had any disrespectful suspicions about the great gods.
.
Except Fangfei.
Is it her nature that makes her vicious?
Is it books that make her fight?
Luo Jia slowly looked at her, but instead of being angry as she expected, he was smiling. Under the flickering candlelight, his face showed a strange and strange smile. He took a step forward and huddled in the corner.
The girl bent slightly in front of her, and touched her face with her hands. Her tone was like hypnosis, and her voice was so gentle: "My dear Princess Fangfei, are you doing this because of resentment, or are you being instigated by someone?"
She bit her lip slightly.
"Did your father-in-law, Emperor Yan, instruct you?"
"..."
"Did Princess Xinya Jieya instruct you?"
"..."
"Who is it?"
"..."
"Fangfei, if you don't say anything, you should know the consequences. I will immediately send troops to attack the Yan Kingdom and completely destroy it. Even if it is a vassal state..."
In response to his roar, she smiled and curled her lips. The corners of her lips were raised with a hint of contempt, as if to say, go ahead and destroy Dayan. It's none of my business.
Woolen cloth?
He was completely defeated. Anyway, this heartless girl, I don't think she has such a great idea as "caring about the motherland". She is not worthy. She only thinks about herself.
He snapped: "Fangfei, why are you doing this?"
She finally spoke, her voice sharper than his, and she was suppressing sobs: "Because I don't want to die. I don't want to pretend to know nothing after knowing my fate."
Luo Jia said nothing.
She shouted hoarsely: "Who am I? Just like a pig or a sheep raised in a pig pen, watching it grow and gain weight every day, and then send it to the slaughterhouse to become a delicacy on people's plates, steamed, fried...
All this is your fault, you hypocritical Luo Jia, you are the biggest evil person in this world..."
"My Fangfei, so what if you know? What fun is there in counting the days until you throw yourself into the sea of fire?"
He sighed pitifully, "I have witnessed the pain of burning with my own eyes. That is my little sister, she is the most beautiful girl in the North Country. Her struggle and cry in the sea of fire will never be forgotten in my life. Therefore, I ascend the throne."
Only later did we announce the abolition of this bad habit..."
His hand was even gentler, because the face under his hand was as smooth as gelatin, which made people admirable, "But, my Princess Fangfei, oh, no, my little devil, look at what you do, look at
The breasts of those gods are stung and angered, and who can comfort them but you?"
The voice of pity was full of triumphant cruelty. In fact, he had no mercy for her at all.
"Luojia, I really hate that I didn't insert the spike into your heart..."
He raised his brows, and his angry look appeared and then disappeared: "Is it too late, or have you forgotten?"
She waited for him fiercely. How could she forget it? She had thought about it during countless nights of fear and resentment, but she always thought of his hug, his apple, his comfort...
He had long forgotten those little tender feelings for him.
It’s just that I still remember it, and I will always remember it, because I have never had it before, so even if I know it is hypocritical, I don’t want to expose such a dream and leave myself a space for fantasy, so that I will not end up in this small room.