The deafening carnival outside was blocked by thick black marble and blocked from the triple palace. Fang Fei leaned against the wall, not knowing whether it was morning or dusk, and did not know that this was her last night. With a "squeak", she thought
I had a hallucination. I slowly opened my eyes and saw a light burning indoors.
The basket woven with palm leaves was filled with fragrant pastries. Luojia personally placed it on the table and sat down on the only chair in the room. The girl was still huddled in the corner. It could be seen that in the past two days,
She never eats or drinks, the corners of her mouth are chapped, her long hair is hanging around her face, and she is as pale as a ghost. Her round and big black eyes have long lost their former sparkle, and they only bloom slightly when they see the light.
For a moment, but soon fell into deathly silence again, falling into boundless despair, as if Luo Jia could not be seen at all, and no one could be seen.
Her eyes were empty, only death remained.
Luo Jia sighed: "Fangfei."
She closed her eyes, as if she couldn't hear his voice at all, as if she was the only one in the room.
Her complete despair made Luo Jia feel extremely uncomfortable and heartbroken for some unknown reason. That little person, had she stopped resisting? Has she completely resigned herself to her fate? A strange thought flashed through her heart, it was her.
Holding her little body when she was sick warmed me so much. This little thing, this poor little thing, could I really bear to watch her die?
He took a breath and said in a stiff voice: "Fangfei, eat some pastries, these are your favorite."
She remained motionless and her breathing was very weak.
Memories were like a flood, and he suddenly remembered many interesting things about her. She asked innocently, "Father, am I not a beauty?" She ran to the ground to pick up a chicken leg and gnawed it fiercely; the song she sang: "One
Little bears ah ah ah ah ah, two little bears ah ah ah ah ah, three little bears ah ah ah ah ah..."
There was a lot of pity in his heart. He stared at the chapped lips carefully, bent down, and gently stroked her hair. She still didn't move at all, and her whole body was like an empty shell without a soul. For a moment, he suddenly felt
A terrible thought occurred to her: Maybe, she really has never done evil or harmed anyone. She is so small and weak, how can she harm others?
"Fangfei, if you hadn't harmed Concubine Zuo Shu..." Thinking of Concubine Zuo Shu's cry and his dead flesh and blood, his heart that had just softened hardened again, "Fangfei, I really didn't expect that you would actually
Dare to do something poisonous..."
She didn't seem to hear him, her little body curled up.
"Sigh... It's useless to talk about this now. Fang Fei, I'll leave these things for you, you can eat them if you want..."
She then opened her eyes, glanced at the basket, and laughed miserably, "Luojia, this is his usual hypocrisy. He thought he was just like when he was a child, hitting himself, making fun of himself, and then threw a pastry and an apple on the ground.
Will I be grateful to him? But this time, it’s a life!
A pastry is a life. He actually wanted to exchange gratitude for his death. Is he too hypocritical?
He may have seen this in her eyes, the faint sarcasm, the curled up little body, and he could still see the undulating curves of the girl under the snow-white gauze. Only then did he realize that she was also like Concubine Zuo Shu
’s age! But, out of habit, I have always treated her as a child, a little child.
He quickly looked away. He looked like a villain, a hypocritical villain.
He left in a hurry and reached the door, but stopped again. Still unwilling to give up, he asked in a deep voice: "Fang Fei, was it you who killed Concubine Zuo Shu?"
She was tired and bored, and she was not willing to answer such boring questions. Yes or no. What did he want to prove? In the end, he still wanted to be a "pure little lamb?" He was afraid that his hands would be stained with blood.
, even if they are burned to death, are they not worthy of worshiping their great god?
She felt a little happy suddenly, and shook her head slightly, no, I won't tell him. Since telling him or not would lead to death, why did she want him to feel at ease?
She closed her eyes tightly and didn't answer a word from him from beginning to end.