I married my sister-in-law to a Quiet Prince.
There are two young ladies at the General’s house, one in Jade and the other in the mud.
The one who’s famous for the city is the young lady, and I’m sorry that the dog doesn’t care about her anymore.
Over the years, over the years.
Deep in the courtyard, there is a little doll who doesn’t know the pain, shaking his head and looking at the sky above his head.
The day the Emperor gave the wedding daughter and King Wigand Ngqiu, my father came to my house and asked me to marry my sister in her place, after all, my sister and I were twins.
Moreover, the emperor has not specified which lady is to be married.
King Wigand is a simple master, but he is not in line with my father, even more so when he is known not only to be vicious, but also to be the master of his wife, who died three years ago.
I was sitting in a chair with a book and a nice and polite look.
My father coughed a little, and he said, “Well, there’s more. Your book is down. I’m sorry.
I was embarrassed and rude to put the book right.
Not to talk to me, more like to tell me that my father asked me to marry my sister.
He said that he felt like he couldn’t stand it.
Anytime? He didn’t say anything. He came prepared.
Left family name, right blood relationship. I’m all out.
He has been defeated by traditional bargaining points.
But maybe when I heard the engagement, I knew it would happen, so I didn’t have much of a problem with my heart.
The young lady is a treasure, but as for the young lady who doesn’t know the story, it’s barely a grass. It’s also a yellow dog tail.
My father took a look at my hands full of scars and groaned: “If only you had more than that.” I’m sorry.
On October 28, I took the wedding sedan instead of my sister.
And then he was kicked out of his room with honor.
And he unmasked my red cover, and asked me what was my name, and said: My name is old and redundant. I’m sorry.
He’s got his eyebrow, like he’s been thinking about who he is for years.
And, of course, it should not be too many to remember that there is a two-year-old girl in the family more than a year, even though I and my sister have an almost identical face.
When the candles were shaking, the lights were burning and trying to do something good, Nyu took a look at the scars on me, calmly analyzed them, and thought about them, he asked, “No one in this palace is likely to have so many injuries … You’re not the killer sent by the town to kill the king.” I’m sorry.
I’m not, I’m not, I’m not, I’m not, I’m not. I do have a little self-defense, but it’s really just for self-defense.
I threw on the ground the dagger that was under my pillow, and I was embarrassed to scratch my head, saying, “Do you believe that this is for your new wedding?” I’m sorry.
He frowned and asked, “Is there more? I’m sorry.
I coughed a few times, and I took out a poisoned jade from my sleeve and put it on the nightstand, saying, “Oh, that’s good, you found it. I’m sorry.
“Is there something else in your waist? I’m sorry.
I’m a little embarrassed to put a couple of poison needles inside my waist in the cupboard and raise my hands: “No, really no.” I’m sorry.
He said he did not believe it, and he succeeded in finding three thunderbolts, five money darts, ten small flying knives, a lime powder and two or two frosts on me.
Looking at a bunch of big and small things on the table, he asked me, “What’s the frost for?” I’m sorry.
“I… I eat at night… at night…”
He said he knew I was hungry, so he asked me to drink the northwest wind and kicked me out of the room.
It’s a big misunderstanding. He must’ve sharpened the knife inside the house and thought about how to kill me.
And I stomped on the door and shouted, “I am not an assassin, I am not an assassin! Hey, open the door! I’m sorry.
He opened the door to me, and it was too big for me to react.
He pointed at me and said, “First of all, the king is not called “Hello…”
I know. You’re Chu Yu-hoon, right?
“Secondly, you clearly want to disturb the King’s sleep and cause a sudden death due to lack of blood in the heart. He was so serious, he said, “The King has only heard of a daughter in his family who has been in danger for more than a year. I’m sorry.
“Look, if I wasn’t a freak, my dad wouldn’t have shoved me over it. “A widower wants to marry my sister?” I’m sorry.
My sister is the best girl in the city, like the red phoenix, warm and bright, and no one will like her.
The year is safe, the first is smooth, and the name is best.
He didn’t want to talk to me, turned around and went into the house with the door.
I don’t know the bed. It’s the same everywhere.
By the next morning, he woke me up with his obstinate face. After all, the day after the wedding, he had to enter the palace to greet the Emperor, and I slept here to prevent the cleaning of the house.
I changed my clothes and entered the palace with him.
It’s just that when I walk, I feel like I can’t get my left foot to work, but I’m not thinking about it, and I’m still trying to follow Nyu.
He asked me not to come near him, and We left him alone. He looked back at me and said, “What are you doing walking like crabs?” I’m sorry.
I leaned down and touched my ankle, and it was swollen. It was probably when I fell last night.
“I know. * And I’m going to keep up with him. *
I’ve been a freak since I was a kid. On the night before the wedding, my mother held my hand and said that it was absolutely impossible for Nqiu to know that I was defective.
Nyu’s heart is not a good man, and if he knew that he was not only unpopular, but also a flawed monster, he would not know what to do.
He saw me slowly, turning around and holding my wrist: “Please return to your home in the morning. The King doesn’t want to spend much time here. I’m sorry.
And then he suddenly realized something, and he said, “Well, you’re trying to drag the emperor down and kill with a knife. I’m sorry.
No, it’s not. It’s just my foot. I can’t feel pain, but my feet still affect the speed of walking.
However, as a result of his fast-tracking of my request, I had just arrived in the temple, and I had a five-dimensional gift to the Emperor.
I thought the emperor was trying to give Nyu a horse, but after seeing my gift, he probably forgot.
Finally, the Queen, in an effort to ease the embarrassment, said, “The newlywed Yan is enviable, but you also have to cough and watch out for the princess last night. I’m sorry.
It’s really exhausting. I slept all night on the porch.
Then, in accordance with the rules of the palace, I’ll offer tea to the queen. I held the teacup and watched the grandmother pour water into the cup.
Based on the heat on the tea, I can basically tell it’s boiling water.
But I am only humbled to kneel on the ground and to hold a cup of tea full of water, waiting for the queen’s will to follow.
After all, I can’t feel the pain, even if my fingertips get burned, it’ll be fine for a few days.
The Queen patiently waited for half a hour, during which the Sister kept changing the cold tea into hot open water, but still did not wait for my “disorder”.
Maybe she sat on her own and drank half a cup of tea.
“You said you weren’t an assassin.” Even the dead don’t have the same power. I’m sorry.
I was wondering, “No, brother, why do you always think about assassins, even if I say I’m an assassin?”
He looked at me and drugged myself, grabbed my left hand in front of his eyes, and looked at it, and he said, “You’re so skilled in your skill, you’re an experienced assassin. I’m sorry.
That’s the way it’s gonna be.
I’ve never felt pain since I was a kid, I’ve never been able to react to injuries, I’ve had a lot of bumps, I’ve had a lot of bruises, I’ve had a lot of them, I’m a natural pro.
I don’t think he’d listen to me anyway.
I put medicine on the five fingers of my left hand and wrapped them up like five carrots, and I couldn’t bend them. It’s just so easy to wrap your left hand so your right hand can’t wrap it.
I waved to his face with my right hand, and suddenly I felt so negligent, and I intended to take it back.
Ngqiu looked at me and said, “Hum” while warning me not to sneak up on him, and he pulled my right hand on me.
His abdominal and abdominal frictions leave a delicate touch, except that his modus operandi is clearly not as good as mine, and his ointment is everywhere.
I want to remind him.
“Don’t call me King, or I’ll kill you in three days. He’s mean, “The ashes are on you.” I’m sorry.
Oh, Nicho, mud, a muddock. He thought his name was too ugly to be called.
He was mean, but he didn’t stop on his hands.
Shortly after my return to the palace, I arrived for dinner, and I was visited by a little girl to eat in the lobby.
I sat on the table with a spoon and said, “Eat first, I’ll eat the rest.” I’m sorry.
He looked at me with some confusion and said, “Let the Princess eat the leftovers, and there’s no face for the King. I’m sorry.
“The king understands. * He’s so aware.
You understand a hammer.
And he put down chopsticks: “You want to see the amount of leftovers to infer the king’s favorite food, and to use the opportunity to poison you.” I’m sorry.
He was even more convinced that I was wearing frost the night of the big wedding.
If it wasn’t for the murder, he would have gone three days in the vagina.
I don’t eat with my family. I can’t feel the pain, I’m afraid it’s too late to know that my mouth is burned and I eat the rest of the cold food.
My mother, who cares about me, proposed to have the kitchen split twice, but I turned her down because I wanted to be a good boy and not worry about the mother.
I said I was used to it, except that I didn’t believe it, and I looked at it with my eyes and eyes, until after the two teas had passed and the food was cold, I couldn’t help but move a spoon.
Smells good!
He saw me eat a spoon and started moving chopsticks.
I’ll eat while I measure him. It’s amazing how I’ve always been a man facing a big table and having little chance of eating with people.
Me and him both saw the vinegar fish in the middle of the table, he looked at me, and he stretched chopsticks to the fish.
I hesitated to reach out the spoon, I looked at the last piece of fish in the bowl, and I thought about whether to take it for myself, and I’d never had a fight with anyone before.
Mother said I’d be a good boy.
I think so, after all, I’m an abnormal freak who can only please with a little more.
Spoons don’t stop in the air.
And suddenly, the spoon sank, and he put the last piece of fish in my spoon, and said, “Eat if you want, and be good as if the king had wronged you.” I’m sorry.
“Can I eat?” I asked him.
He was blindfolded as if he could not understand my words.
“No, do you?” He said, “You poisoned the spoon and deliberately lured me to pick you up and to touch the poison on the spoon? I’m sorry.
He said he had the housekeeper change a pair of new chopsticks and would continue to eat comfortably.
I’m a bit speechless and I’m slowly sending the fish to the entrance, and it’s almost cool, but I’m happy to say, “You’re still a good cook in the capital.” I’m sorry.
I think that since you’re married to be a princess, you have to act yourself.
I can’t do many things because of my problem, but I have some confidence in my cooking for years.
It’s a shame that Necho has little faith in me.
For example, he’ll hang a thin wire at the door of his study and a bell on the line. When I came in to deliver the chicken soup, I tripped over the wire and spilled all the chicken soup on him.
So I had to wipe the floor and run to the kitchen and have another bowl.
He always thinks I was sent by my father to assassinate his assassin.
I said, “Have you ever seen an assassin who can’t help but cook you soup?” I’m sorry.
He said: “Who have you seen so many scars on a clean and white lady?” I’m sorry.
As soon as he mentioned the scars, I stopped talking and groaned and left his study.
It’s just this time, he’s up and he’s coming up and he’s like, “You come back to me for more than a year! Where are you taking the chicken soup? I’m sorry.
“The Prince has no respect for himself, but to feed the pigs. I’m sorry.
“The Crown does not keep pigs. I’m sorry.
“So feed the dog.”
He took a silver needle from his sleeve and tried to poison it in chicken soup, and he drank it in the face of his unsatisfied, after making sure it was clean.
I looked forward to it: “What do you think? I’m sorry.
“General. He took the bowl from me and turned back to his study, “Don’t waste food, do you understand? I’m sorry.
You know, no one can escape the true aroma.
I spit my tongue on his back, as if he had eyes behind his back, and he turned his head and said, “Don’t think that the king drank your chicken soup, and if you think you’re going to try something wrong, the king will…”
“Just kill me in three days. I looked at him in my head, and I compared my hand to my neck, “I know, I know. I’m sorry.
Neo-Chou is a little grumpy but I don’t hate his grumpy.
Before I got married, I was wondering what kind of man the prince who was going to spend his life with me would be, of course, mostly based on the worst.
For example, if he doesn’t agree, if he’s in a bad mood, if he doesn’t feed me, or if he’s in a bad mood.
But none of this happened.
He’s been suspicious that I’m an assassin. Everything’s fine, even though his temper is sometimes cute.
Although he promised to kill me in three days, he would eat with me every day and occasionally bring me some chopsticks.
Moreover, every time he had his mouth hurried, he had not told me about my scars.
I made the snacks, he’d eat a few, too, and he always said most of them were for the dogs.
But I asked the housekeeper, the palace never had dogs.
Maybe the snacks were given to a dog called “muck.”
I suddenly felt that it would be good to spend my whole life alone with a small master, and that was the best place for a freak like me.
He doesn’t know I’m a monster without pain; I don’t think he’s a widower who’s married to three princesses.
Ngqiu was the third son of the old emperor, and the old emperor met with a man who had to have four sons in his life.
The Emperor believed, and decided to name the four sons spring, summer, autumn and winter.
The Emperor has worked hard for decades in the harem and has only four sons.
After the death of the Emperor, the four sons were left behind, the second son, Nishhar, and the third son, Nyu, were forced to become a free prince.
It was only on that day that Necho and I entered the palace to greet the Emperor Queen, whose attitude was clearly intended to exert more pressure on him.
My father had a problem with Nyu, but the Emperor had given the order to marry him, and the family and Nyu had to go back and forth.
No wonder Nyu was so careful of me, because of the number of assassinations over the years.
I was groaning, looking up at the moon above my head, and the familiar sound was ringing in my ear, and Ning Autumn said, “You’re not going to sleep in your room in the middle of the night, and you’re here to see your soul.” I’m sorry.
It’s a small mouth.
“Or do you want to use the full moon to harm the King?” Good boy, sneaking in the back. I’m sorry.
Life isn’t easy, it’s a bit of a sigh.
“I’m just coming out to see the moon. Don’t get excited. I’m talking about Wude. I’m sorry.
“What’s so funny about the moon? Go back to your room in the cold!” I’m sorry.
In response, when I turned away from the porch and went back to my house, he called me and threw me a big twilight: “When you’re wearing a tight dress, tomorrow I’ll have a couple of sisters sew your knickers, and save you the cold for the king.” I’m sorry.
I just didn’t wait for my sister to sew my pants, but the Emperor called Nicho and I to dinner first.
N-Chou and I were working on this when I brought it up.
“Not to mention the presence of a number of ministers and family members.
“You don’t know shit. “Do you know how to kill or do you know how to kill?” Put it on. Don’t let the king wear it for you. I’m sorry.
I said, “Oh, I’m not very good at wearing my glasses.
In the carriage, the driver slowly drove the carriage to the palace, and many ladies and girls had entered the house, and I lifted my collar, hoping to bury my face in my clothes.
And when I saw what I covered up, he stretched out his hand over my neck, and said, “What is there to hide, and will you be a princess?” I’m sorry.
It’s not like he’s upset. I think he’s married to me.
And We have kept it brief in our homes, and have rarely turned our faces away from others.
When I was six years old, a couple of ladies came along to visit the girls, and when they wandered in the backyard, they found me gnawing my fingers under the porch.
I don’t know if it’s a pain or a problem, so I don’t know if I’ve bit my finger, I’ve chewed my finger with blood, I’m afraid the girls are running away and I can’t even come back for my shoes.
Since then, it has been known that the New Year Miss is a monster and that, despite the fact that my father sent someone to put it down, there are sometimes good people who say something.
“Don’t…” Before I’m finished, I’m in trouble.
A few very busy ladies look at me from time to time, point to point, and keep talking. I can’t hear you very well. I barely hear two words — monsters.
He heard it, too. He said, “My Lord wants to come to them.” I’m sorry.
And I pulled his sleeve and covered his mouth: “No, you do not want to.” I’m sorry.
After all, I’ve heard so much about those words, I won’t be sad. Not only do other husbands in the capital say so, but even my own servants are behind me and say I’m a freak.
He took my hand and said, “No, I’m going to the middle door to the sniper, and you come with me for more than a year.” I’m sorry.
He pulled me to the front of the table, cleared his voice and scolded me once the table was pointed.
The guy scolded half a cup of tea with no breath in the middle.
Let the king hear it in three days.
I covered his mouth from behind him, and made several ladies laugh: “In three days, come to the door and apologize…”
“Don’t come, you can’t take it.” I’m sorry.
While he was covering his mouth, he dragged him to his place. This is not a prince. This is my ancestors.
If I hadn’t stopped him, he’d have left a cover on the account book.
He sat in his seat and drank some tea, and he said, “Why are they talking to you?” I’m sorry.
I have to lie, “I don’t usually like to see people, they naturally think I’m weird.” I’m sorry.
I can’t tell him because I’m sick and I’m the freak in their mouths.
“Oh, I thought you were here. He pointed to his head, and suddenly he seemed to remember something, and warned me, “It was for the sake of the King’s house that you were relieved of your assassin’s suspicion. I’m sorry.
“Who knows if you’re working hard? I’m sorry.
I’m a little bit oblivious, and I eat the red bean in the bowl.
The cook in the palace is much better than in the palace, the red beans are sweet and not tired, and the white rice balls are embedded in it.
But then a bowl of soup came to the bottom, and I looked at Nyu, and he looked at me, and he pushed his bowl of red beans towards me, and he whispered, “It’s delicious. I’m sorry.
“It’s a blessing to eat, and you’ll never be lucky. I’m sorry.
“It’s true that he is not lucky enough to marry you. I’m sorry.
I don’t give a shit about him. I’ll just bow down and drink the red bean. Dancing in the house is so beautiful, it’s as light as a swallow, and the water cuffs make a lot of noise.
He asked me why I didn’t look.
And I put down my spoon, and I said, “There’s nothing to see, my sister doesn’t dance well. I’m sorry.
“Your sister was the one who was safe? I’m sorry.
“Yes, it’s the year that’s been at the top of the list in the capital. He’s going to tell me about his sister, and I’m going to have to say, “Not only do she look good, but she’s still got a man who can’t lose.” I’m sorry.
“You know how to paint a chess book without saying it…”
“As many years ago. He seems to want to interrupt me.
“Yes, she can dance…”
“You stop for a while, you’re bleeding. I’m sorry.
I touched my own nose, I touched the blood of my hand, and I was too busy taking one of the white pails out of my sleeve to wipe my nose. I asked him, “Does the nose bleed now?” I’m sorry.
“The nose is not flowing. “But how did you start to spit blood?” I’m sorry.
I licked my lips, and it was a sweet smell, and I looked at him, and there was great doubt in his eyes.
He took a silver needle from the inside of his waist and put it in a bowl full of red beans, which turned black.
“Oh, it’s poison. I hold a bowl in front of me, so it’s easier to spit blood in it, “I hope people are okay. I’m sorry.
“The King thinks you can save a doctor now. He said that he stood up and told the Emperor I had been poisoned while he strongly rejected the Imperial Medical Clinic.
And then, in the sight of the people, a single one carrying blood, and the bowl in my hand, and he left the scene flying away.
To be honest, it was just blood, but he was so uncomfortable carrying me in such a position that I threw up all the red beans I drank.
“The king has decided which grave to bury you in.” I’m sorry.
It’s an institutional job to be a princess.
I came back to the palace with blood on my wagon, and the doctor was a doctor, and I felt better after I had two bowls of soup.
I heard the doctor wondering, “What’s wrong, the diarrhea is sore in the stomach, there’s no reason to throw up two bowls of blood. It’s weird.”
I buried my head in a nest, afraid to speak.
It’s only a month’s worth of life.
In the course of the month, I came here in autumn to urge me to take the medicine, and I watched him take a black bowl of soup out of his lunch box and repulsion, but still took it with his head.
“I said, you didn’t feel so bad, so sick? I’m sorry.
It was bitter, and I knew by looking at his face that he must have made the doctor double in it.
“It’s hard to drink. I’m sorry.
In any case, the pain has continued from childhood onwards, and there are 300 bowls of medicine without 3,000 bowls of medicine, and all of the bitter medicine must be taken in one breath without causing trouble to the mother.
He seemed to have been quiet for a while, and then opened the second floor of the lunch box, and he handed me a bunch of glucose wrapped in rice.
“What are you waiting for? Eat. He shoved sugar tarts into my hand, “It’s not positive, it’s a problem.” I’m sorry.
I picked up the sugar cane, and I ate it, and I said, “You’re still fine and why did you kill three princesses?” I’m sorry.
“For the sake of your positiveness, it’s not impossible to make it difficult for you. I’m sorry.
He stood by the bed with his arms: “The first of them was the daughter of Chen’s family, who cried as she died of her father’s death on the night of the big wedding and thought it was the king who robbed her daughter.” It was only when I knew she had a sweetheart, that the king let her go, that she died of acute illness. I’m sorry.
“What about the second?”
“Don’t want to say it. * He saw my candy * and threw my bamboo in the lunch box and left with it. *
I’m relieved that he didn’t ask me why there was no more abdominal pain after the poisoning, or I couldn’t think of any reason to deal with it.
There’s a secret she can’t know.
The secret about me being a monster.
I pushed the door, looked at the sky on the four sides of my head and sat in a rocking chair in the courtyard, one in the afternoon.
This has been the case since I was a child, sitting in the yard with my head shaking and looking up at the little sky above my head.
The sky is wide for sister, and this little heaven above our heads belongs to Us.
This was the case in Nenju, and it is now the same in the Crown.
My sister can learn martial arts and dance and do whatever she pleases, and she can embrace the heavens and the earth so easily, and I can only take it in the backyard of the city.
A wood-fired girl in the kitchen came along and said, “Your red date soup is ready. I’m sorry.
In response, I went to the kitchen to have a bowl of red-tree soup in the lunch box and sent it with a silver spoon.
I met the same housekeeper on the way to the soup and talked to him.
The butler said that Noki was a tough guy, but he was a nice guy, so long as he wasn’t called by his name.
I asked him what the second princess was.
The housekeeper looked at me and pulled me behind the fake mountain, down the sound channel: “It was an assassin.” He had been married for more than three months and had been in peace with him. I’m sorry.
What about the third one?
The housekeeper looked at me as if I wanted to stop and knew what I wanted to ask, and he said, “The third is also an assassin who was executed on the night of the big wedding. I’m sorry.
Boy, it looks like I’m still alive.
It’s no wonder Nyu was so careful with the people he was around.
Good-bye to the housekeeper. I’ll send red-tree soup to Necho.
Before I opened the door this time, I looked carefully to make sure there were no traps around.
“Want to poison again? I’m sorry. Even though he said that, he drank with a spoon, “It’s cold. I’m sorry.
Looks like we’ve been talking to the housekeeper out there too long.
“For more than a year, come here.”
I was careful to lean over and be ready to run.
“Why are you shaking? Are your legs cramped? The king is asking you to bake your hands by the oven. He pointed to the warmth on the side of the finger, “The young lady of Liang’s died in the cold the other day. The King has no money to buy you a coffin. I’m sorry.
No, that’s very kind of you to say.
I went to the warmer, which is a popular style in the city, where some faces are almost single-handed, except for me.
It’s too dangerous for me, I can feel the heat of the furnace, but I can’t feel the pain of being burned with smoke.
My mother said that the burning of my hands was the result of a warm stove in the house when I did not remember.
I look at this heater, and I think about how far my hands are from the stove to get burned.
Two feet, one foot, one inch?
“You’re grinding it here.” He lays down his books and goes behind me, holding my hands slowly above the heater from behind.
And I didn’t hear it, and he loosed his hand and said, “Your hand is hotter than mine, and you’re still here rubbing the heat and going out.” I’m sorry.
I “Oh” left the library with an empty lunch box.
By the afternoon, I was still in a rocking chair in the courtyard, tanning, and I saw Nyu coming towards me with a sword in my eyes.
I’m scared of a spirit, getting up from my chair and moving back.
He looked me in the face and said, “Why are you so excited that the king is going to practice his sword?” I’m sorry.
Look at you. I thought you were gonna kill me.
I put the rocking chair to the side and let him practice his sword.
He is as big as Matsuba, and he has a long sword in his hand.
So We stood by him as he practiced his sword, and the sun shined on him, and cast upon him a light that would make him look a little demented.
I hesitated to say, “Can you teach me too?” I’m sorry.
I like to practice with my sister.
But because of my problem, I didn’t know it, often I didn’t know it was a wooden stake, and then my mother stopped me from practicing.
“Come on, you just want to take the sword from the king and kill him. He put his sword behind him.
I held my forehead, and I said nothing.
If I am guilty, punish me with the law instead of marrying a prince who suspects me every day.
“Do you really want to learn?” He went to the side and looked at me, “Are you really not your father’s assassin?” I’m sorry.
If you doubt me a few more times, I will.
I solemnly nodded my head at him, probably with a more honest face, and he looked at my innocent eyes and turned his side, and asked the butler to change his wooden sword.
I held a wooden sword, and he stood behind me, held my wrist, and the warm touch came from my wrist, and I looked back at him.
Then he didn’t want me to turn around and listen.
And he pinched my wrist a little bit, and said, “Yes, your wrist is like a chicken claw, not an assassin’s hand.” I’m sorry.
“I… Your Majesty, you can’t judge by appearance. I’m afraid he’s not happy to teach me, and he’s busy saying, “My father is a general and our family is so brave that when I learn, you don’t have to be afraid of assassins. I’m sorry.
“and don’t expect you to learn anything in three or two days. He took my hand and looked forward, and his chest was attached to my back, and his hair was gravitated into my neck, and he left a little bit of itchy.
He is a good swordsman, and he speaks well, and, while he sometimes curses his mother, he speaks well.
And I asked him, “How can you deal with this ‘Sweep Six’ you taught me? I’m sorry.
He smiled a bit, and said, “Do you understand this? I’m sorry.
I think he’s messing with me, but in order to please him, he takes it seriously: “I see. I’m sorry.
“It’s late too. Go, eat. He looked at the sword in my hand and said, “This sword is too heavy for you in a few days. I’m sorry.
“Don’t you think I’m an assassin now? “And I made a face in his back, low and low, and I snuck away before he began to get angry.
After a few days of free time, the new year came, and I knew when Necho came to my room, what would be in the palace.
The last party almost cost me my life, and this time I’m afraid to eat anything, and I’ve packed a couple of cakes with a platter.
Before I left, I had a special eye and asked Necho to put on a cartilage.
“Why are you so active this time? I’m sorry.
“What if.” I said, “Prevent it.” I’m sorry.
I regret it now. Why would I say anything before I left?
After three rounds of the party, Necho and I were too afraid to eat and drink, we were bored and we started to see which one of the great ladies was beautiful.
He said that Miss Zhang’s skin was fat, and I said my sister was like a peach plum.
He said that the LEE girl was beautiful, and I said my sister was a dancer.
“Your sister is the one sitting next to your father? It’s all right. It’s just old-fashioned. I’m sorry.
“That’s my mother! I’m pointing out where he’s sitting, but it’s a shame that my sister’s probably gone out to wake up, not in the place, “She’s sitting there, you’ll know when she gets back.” I’m sorry.
If he doesn’t believe me, I’ve had a fight with him for half a day, and I’m just staring at each other.
Suddenly, several of the dancers who performed the sword and danced in the temple were blinded by a flash, carrying the sword towards Niiu, who looked at me and did not react to the sword behind his back.
I grabbed his collar and pushed it to the side, thinking of what he said to me, “Doesn’t he understand?”
Got it.
So I got up, and I went up, and I held my sword.
I didn’t feel the pain, I grabbed the iron sword so hard that the assassins had never seen me so miserable and took the sword back a few steps.
I stood up and tried to fight hard, but I got caught by Nicho and sat down.
He took me behind him while calling me a little lunatic and resisting the assassins who kept coming.
The assassins seemed to be working with the ladies and daughters of the worlds around them, but anyone whose eyes were not blind could see what was done.
Only the assassins who came after me and Njo are moving.
If there’s anything else, it’s the assassins who went after my parents.
After years of bleeding for Daqi, the Emperor is about to come across the river and break the bridge after a few years of stability.
It’s so easy to get rid of the previous assassins, but I’m looking forward to seeing three or four more assassins coming at my parents.
As a result, a girl in a geese, yellow-collared dress flew up and kicked an assassin, took a long sword in his hand and drank softly, and took one person three times to his father to protect her mother.
My sister’s here, and my heart is down.
“Look! That was my sister’s year. I’m sorry.
“Look at what!” He looks at me, rips out his plaque and punches it on my forehead, “What’s wrong with you? I’m sorry.
I put both hands in the air, and the mouth of my hand was so deep.
“It doesn’t hurt much. I’m sorry.
It doesn’t hurt much, it doesn’t hurt at all.
“Don’t take this crazy woman next time. I’m sorry.
“Come on, look at me. I can still get you a knife. I’m sorry.
“Don’t you dare say that?” He’s going to give me a brain bump again, and I’m going to hide from him.
I nodded my head and he always threatened to kill me in three days. I’m used to it.
So I took care of the wounds on my hands, and Njoon looked up at the emperor, above the throne, and the eyes of a peach are cloudy.
When I went back to the palace, I saw him not talking and thought he was really angry.
I couldn’t think of a way to make him happy, but I had to put my head in the kitchen and drum those pots and pots.
It wasn’t easy to hurt his hand, and he worked for half a day to make some red bean cake.
The red bean cake looks good and tastes delicious. The only thing that’s missing is another bleeding wound on my hand.
I’m afraid he’ll find out and go back to his room and reset and then bring him pastries.
When he entered his study, he dropped his pen and said, “If he doesn’t rest, he’ll think that he’ll come to the king’s side, and he’ll be upset, and he’ll be poisoned.” I’m sorry.
“I didn’t poison it. I took a piece of red bean cake from the plate and I put it in my mouth, “Look, it’s clean. I’m sorry.
“What if it’s the only one that’s clean?”
So I ate another piece.
“What about this left piece?”
“This piece on the right. I’m sorry.
“The middle of this piece. I’m sorry.
And in the end there was the last piece of the plate, and We pushed it before him, and said, “Believe me, and it was not poisoned.” I’m sorry.
He said, “Well, he’s half a man.” I’m sorry.
I nod my head and put a spoon on the pastry. He looked at my hand for a while, and suddenly he held my wrist: “It’s been a while since your hand was bleeding again. I’m sorry.
“No…” I’m a little out of breath.
“There is. * He untied the gauze in my hand and showed a terrible mouth * It’s pastry. What’s not a gruel? I’m sorry.
‘Cause I think you’re angry. I bow my head and say, “Ni, don’t be angry. I’ll correct my shortcomings, or you can curse me.” I’m sorry.
“The King has long wanted to curse you. He took me a medicine box and he yelled, “This is how he eats, this is how he drinks it, but it’s as if his king has bullied you.”
“You’ve been acting like a rabbit. I’m sorry.
“Tomorrow, the king will ask the old man of Ninytown what he does to you at home. I’m sorry.
I’m a little confused, and I ask him, “Is it not good to be a good boy?” I’m sorry.
Be a good kid, be a good kid.
When I saw him wrapped up close, I tried to take his hand back and did not want him to grab my wrist again.
“No good. “You can’t be so smart in the palace.” I’m sorry.
You don’t understand? But how can a child be loved, especially a freak like me.
So I tried to open my mouth: “My Lord, I’m going to eat sugar cucumber, the one I took last time I drank medicine. I’m sorry.
“Is it okay?” “He rises and wears a big coat.
I couldn’t stand to see him stand up, and I stood up with him, “Just tell the girl to buy it, it’s cold outside.” I’m sorry.
“There’s a certain bias in the store, and the King himself went there. “Sit down.” I’m sorry.
So I sat down and waited for him to come back with the glucose.
At dusk, he returned with my sweets. When he threw the lunch box at me, he looked impatient and told me to go back to my room and eat.
Then he said, ‘What is the matter with you, when you are inconvenient these days?’ ‘The king has made it difficult for you.’ I’m sorry.
I’ve been walking around in Nyu with my hands up and down.
Tell him to bring me tea and water, and then he’ll throw a little hammer at me.
He told me to get out of his study in a few days, but as soon as I showed him my hand, he turned his back and said it was today and I’ll roll back tomorrow.
On the eve of New Year’s Eve, the wounds on my hands were almost healed, and I decided to return to my family.
Got up early and got on the wagon with a big bag.
My sister was happy to take me to the yard once she saw me.
She took my hand and sat in a kiosk with me for tea, pointed to the steps below the porch and talked about the past.
“You used to like to sit around and watch and wonder what you were thinking. And she said, “Well, I’m sorry for you. I’m sorry.
“No one told me about your replacement, and my parents kept it from me, and by the time it came to me, you were already in the limo. I’m sorry.
“How have you been? How has the Prince treated you? She caressed the wound of my hand. “If he does anything to you, she will castrate him.” I’m sorry.
I shook my head and said, “He was good to me. I’m sorry.
My sister rubbed my head, “You’re the one who’s afraid of being bullied.” I’m sorry.
Actually, it seems I’ve bullied him a little more often.
“The mother’s body is getting worse. Go and see her. “The doctor says it’s good to survive the winter.” I’m sorry.
I followed my sister to her mother’s room, where she was going to sleep just after she had taken her medication, and when she saw me come, she took me to sit down.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
Everyone’s apologizing to me, but that’s not what I want to hear.
And I started to laugh, and I laughed: “The Prince is good to me, and don’t worry about me.” I’m sorry.
The mother noded her head and stopped talking, and after a while I saw her, she was really tired and got up and left the room.
I went back to my little yard, where I used to live.
I sat on the steps I used to sit on most, looking up at the sky.
I know better than anyone that I am a freak, so I never wanted to be a star or a moon or a cloud or sun.
Sister’s fine. There’s a man’s judgment and a daughter’s tenderness.
My father often looked up to her face and said that one of her girls had a knife and a sword. But he would call her “risk” and call me “over”.
I’m a twin child and I have the same face. Sometimes I look at the luminous years of the crowd and suddenly I think it’s another me in the world.
And I just sit here and look at her.
I’m glad I didn’t feel sorry for my sister.
“You’re not going back to the palace for more than a year. I’m sorry.
I didn’t realize Njoo was here.
He sat beside me, looked around and said, “You lived here before? It’s kind of… normal. I’m sorry.
“What are you doing here? I’m sorry.
“When is this? “The king thought you had taken away the traffickers.” I’m sorry.
When I didn’t talk, he came to me and looked at me, and said, “Why do you look so like the widow Cai in the west of town, and the old man in the town is so angry at you? I’m sorry.
I don’t want to talk, I don’t want to talk, I don’t want to keep asking, I just want to eat candy.
When I heard the word “sugar,” he finally got a bit of interest, and he pulled me back to the front room and said goodbye to my father.
When he saw Nyu, he lost his good face.
On the way, I asked Ngqiu why he and my father didn’t deal with it, and he picked out his eyebrow and said, “When he hunted in the autumn, the king and the town shot the same one…”
“The same bear. I’m sorry.
“It’s not that big.
“The same wolf. I’m sorry.
“No, it has to be smaller. He compared it to, “I shot the same sparrow.” I’m sorry.
“Just because of this sparrow, your father and I made a beam. When he arrived in the courtyard, he gave me a confession, and I joined him. He said that the king did not speak of Wude, and the king called him an old man. I’m sorry.
I’m in a bit of a complicated mood, so my father and Njoon have a grudge for a sparrow.
He handed me a bunch of sugar cucumbers, and I was just reaching out to pick them up, and he quickly took them back.
“Tell the King the truth, did your mother’s family treat you badly with a poker face? I’m sorry.
I shook my head.
I didn’t want to hear them say they were sorry for me; I didn’t want to hear them say I was a good boy.
“Forget it, you’ve got red eyes. Eat it, you’ll get sick of it. “Don’t cry, hear me, in three days…”
And I bowed my head, and I ate the sugar pickle one by one, and ate the sticker in my hand, and I said, “Thank you for your candy pick.” I’m sorry.
“You call this king by his name this time, it won’t happen again. I’m sorry.
I looked at his side, and I became more determined.
He must not know my illness.
On the way back, I talked to him a little bit about family things like mother’s illness.
He said he had nothing to do with his family, and then he asked the housekeeper to go to the store and get some good medicine and send it in my name.
I didn’t know until I got a letter from my sister.
I wanted to thank myself, and I didn’t know what else I could do for Necho, and even if I did, most of the pastries were in my stomach.
Worried to his study, he was sleeping in his bed in the morning.
And We closed for him the windows of the house, and made a corner for him, and sat on his couch looking at him.
His eyes are good-looking, and his eyes are like the warmth of spring, but he’s a man whose mouths are incorruptible, and whose mouths can be sore.
I reached out and tried to touch his side face.
But I looked at my hands full of bruises and felt that it was inappropriate to touch his face with them, and then I dropped them again.
Even though he’s less temperamental, he’s a good man, but sometimes he’s a bad man. But he’s born well and he’s good and good, and he deserves a better girl, not such a flawed… freaky evil.
I’m a moth in the dark corner, dog walking around.
So I leaned down and whispered in his ear:
Don’t be so nice to me. I’m sorry.
Just the next moment his right hand was on my back. I thought he woke up, looked at it and found out he was still asleep, just turned around.
“As many years ago. I’m sorry.
I was frightened by him.
“How hands are so cold,” he said, “to warm you up…”
I closed my eyes and he held my hand. I thought, just…
I had no choice, but now I want to be a good princess.
Let’s say early morning for Necho, like lighting a light for him to come home late at night, like handing over a hot piece after he’s done his sword.
In fact, after three days of hard work, he asked me seriously whether I had borrowed a loan.
Me: Where is my knife?
But there was a professional smile on the face of a great princess, and I said, “The kitchen is still cooking roses, I’m going now…”
“Once more years, come back. “What’s wrong with you?” What happened? I’m sorry.
I’m a little confused.
“I just thought if I didn’t do something… “If I don’t do something, I feel like I’m sorry for what he did to me.
“As many years ago. “He rises up from the book and pulls me out of the woods, with a bit of anger, and he says, “What are you afraid of?” I’m sorry.
The hand he held shivered, and I bit my teeth, and I pulled back my hand.
I look at Ningqiu and I can’t stop thinking that if only I knew what pain was like, if only I hadn’t been born different.
I couldn’t have been so timid that I couldn’t afford to be treated half by others.
One sees light and tries to embrace it in a desperate manner, and one sees light but does not even look at it.
I finally escaped.
Escaped back into his own yard, again sitting under the porch, looking at the sky above his head.
He didn’t come to me for days, and I hid in my room until the housekeeper delivered me a letter from my sister.
My mother’s not well, she’s going to ask me to go up the mountain in three days.
So that morning I hesitated to come to the door of the bookroom, to inform him, but he was told by the housekeeper that he had left early in the morning.
So I left him a letter, and then I went to the Jade Temple in a carriage.
My sister looked at me differently and asked, “Did you fight with the prince?” I’m sorry.
I shook my head, “It’s my own problem, not his fault.” I’m sorry.
“You haven’t said anything since you were a kid. My sister took my hand and said, “It’s the child who doesn’t worry who cares. I’m sorry.
“It’s okay, it’ll be just a few days. I’m down in the head.
The carriage is moving slowly towards the Jade Temple on the top of the mountain, and the master knows that all the passengers in the car are waiting for it.
My sister kneels before the Buddha, and prays, and she kneels in piety, but I do not.
I didn’t believe in these prayers, but she was kind, and I didn’t want to contradict her, so I bowed with her in peace.
If there is God and Buddha in this world who knows all things, why should I know that I am flawed and that I will not escape from my suffering?
After the two fragrances had passed, she took me to the temple to eat a monk’s meal, and when she left, she gave me several scribes, which she solemnly placed in a box of kimber with her carriage.
I’ll be glad to see them.
Sister and I took care of a few things and asked me to settle with Noki when I got back.
And I had to answer in the future, and suddenly the car hit, and my sister reached out to protect my forehead, and then she spins, and I fell out of the carriage.
Rolling on the ground with the box with the scriptures, covered in mud.
It seems there is no point in praying to God.
My sister took me behind her back with a knife in her right hand. I stepped back and kicked into the box that fell on the ground, bending over and picking up the box in my hand.
The masked assassins looked at me and my sister and said something.
The man at the head was locked in his eyebrow and whispered, “Kill! I’m sorry.
Then the black man came upon her, and her sister stood by herself, but she carried me a towed bottle or was she not able to bear it, and he came to me with a knife.
I was conscious of having a box to protect my head, two twilights, and the blades were slashed from the bottom, and fortunately I was caught in this box, but I broke out of my wrist and the box flew out of my hand.
“There’s more! She called me back, and I saw blood on her arm.
When I bit my teeth, I met the assassin above, and I didn’t care that his knife hit me on the shoulder, and I grabbed him by the belt and dragged him down the cliff.
I got lucky, and when I fell, the assassin put me on the back. Thanks to him, I survived.
I stood up by a tree, and I looked at my wounds.
It seems to have been cut in the leg, but barely moved. I didn’t go out for a few steps, I kicked something, and I looked down and looked down at the box with the scripture.
Dude, this thing is a little spiritual.
And I erased the dust from the box, and I looked at it, and although it was damaged, it was perfect.
So I picked up the box in my arms, and I kept shaking.
I didn’t walk very slowly because I didn’t feel pain. I just had a late night wind, and I was shaking.
It’s dark in the woods, but I’m not too scared, I just can’t help but wonder how the sister on the cliff is, how she’s hurt in the hand, and it must be hard for her to see.
What if the mother gets too sad after winter?
And Niuqiu, who must now be in the royal palace yelling at the letterhead I left him, “It’s not a thing for years.”
I feel like I can’t do much on my leg. I look at my skirt. I tried to press the bruise, I didn’t feel it, but I just couldn’t walk.
Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice.
“For more years!”
I looked back, and the next moment, someone pulled my wrist from behind, and said, “Are you deaf?” It’s only now! I’m sorry.
As soon as I turned around, Necho appeared behind me and I couldn’t say anything, I just felt a little confused.
He also tried to wipe the blood on his side of the face and feared that my hand would frighten him. The hand that had been stretched out stopped in half empty, neither above nor below.
He’s breathing a little, his hair is a little messy, and he’s a little angry.
“Why don’t you talk? “It’s not really deaf… it’s okay to be deaf and keep you forever.” I’m sorry.
“What are you doing here? “I try to make my voice sound calm, my sister…”
“Your sister, every day you know how to say that. Don’t think about your sister. Think about yourself. “Did you fall somewhere? I’m sorry.
I thought about the bruises on my leg, but I felt that it wasn’t a problem, and I shook my head.
He took out a fire, and the other hand held me, and I followed him.
I tried to keep up with him, but he went a little fast, I stepped on a rock and fell on the ground with a tumble.
N’Autumn looked in his eyes and held my ankle, and I was shocked by him, and the next moment he lifted up my skirt.
The calf is blue and swollen and should have broken a bone.
He put down my skirt and looked at me, and his eyes were complicated: “As many years have passed, tell me honestly.” I’m sorry.
“Do you not feel pain? I’m sorry.
I’m scared, my hands on the ground and I’m struggling to get up and run away. He seemed to have anticipated that my right hand would hold my ankle, and my left hand would hold my sleeve tight and put me in front of him.
“As many years later, he spoke.” And his voice abated a little, as though he feared from me.
It’s over, it’s over.
I just feel dizzy, and so many things that are almost forgotten resurface.
Mother’s sighs, father’s helpless.
When I was young, I hid with my eyes red, in a deep closet, and was never able to walk in the inner courtyard and confined myself to the small heavens and earth of the four quartets.
Nurses look at monsters, girls of the same age look away, and people around them point their finger.
I only felt sour with his good-looking eyes, so beautiful eyes, and never looked at me again.
“Niqiu. “I speak in tremors and fear the next moment he will run away. “I am not a monster. Don’t be afraid of me, don’t be afraid of me. I’m sorry.
I haven’t waited long for his answer.
“Why? He asked me, “Why didn’t you say so? I’m sorry.
Indeed, I should have told him early in the morning so that he could simply retire and find another couple, who should find a girl tens of millions of times better than me.
I’m so reluctant to smile, to make his hand loose, to leave myself with the last bit of dignity.
And yet again, he held my hand and leaned down and approached me. So close that We could see the reflection in his eyes.
His eyes were full of me.
I was held up by him and my feet were removed from the ground, and I opened my eyes to him.
“Let’s go back. There may be assassins here. He looked down a little bit, and he looked at the wooden box I was holding, and he said, “What are you doing with a broken box?” I’m sorry.
“No throwing. I held the box tight, and I said, “There’s a scripture in it, my mother loves this. I’m sorry.
When he saw me insist, he gave up the idea of throwing away the box and walked without saying anything.
I looked at some of the blood on his cheeks and eventually put my hand on him.
When a slightly rough abdominal touch touched his side of the face, he seemed to have flatened his foot, and I wanted to take his hand back, and he said, “It’s not clean yet. I’m sorry.
“I’ll get you a pie and wipe it off. I said I’d take the square out of my sleeve.
“No need. He’s got a bit of a weird tone, “Put his hands on it, just like that.” I’m sorry.
I don’t understand. Is there anything special about my hand? A pair of hands covered with scars, rough and ugly, and people wouldn’t even look at it.
For a second, I took out the plaque, but before he met him, he frowned and called my name.
“For more years!”
Okay, get angry again.
“Don’t move. He’s suffocating, “I can’t hit, I can’t yell, I’m really mad at you.” I’m sorry.
I can’t talk when I’m holding a pail.
“From the beginning to the present, you mentioned your sister, your mother, and yourself? “Where did you put yourself?” I’m sorry.
“My business doesn’t matter. I’m sorry.
“Not right. “Who is most important in this world?” I’m sorry.
Sister, Grandma and Dad, you and…
“No, you’re the most important. He bowed his head and looked at me, “You’re important for years. I repeat, who is most important in this world? I’m sorry.
I opened my mouth and couldn’t speak.
And he and I were just standing there, and he was like, “The king is still on his arm to save you.” If you don’t say so, the king will stand here and lose his arm. I’m sorry.
I look forward to a bit of blood on his left arm in his dark shirt.
I feel like my tongue doesn’t belong to me at this moment, “I’m the most important.” I’m sorry.
He’s just a winner and he’s holding me with satisfaction.
I stood against his chest and listened to the heartbeats coming from his chest, and felt secure.
Close your eyes, I go to sleep.
And when I woke up, I was back on the bed of the palace, and I stretched out my hand and touched something hairy.
I’ll look at it. It’s N’Autumn who fell asleep at his bedside.
My heart was hammered with something, and I had the courage to find out, to grab his little finger and pull.
I remember what he said last night, and he said I was the most important thing in the world.
And when his long eyelashes strung, I saw him waking up, and he took his hand back to his nest, and closed his eyes to sleep.
He didn’t move. I thought he was asleep.
An open eye, a smiley eye, as if the warmth of the whole spring had sprung at me.
I think I must have been overwhelmed by this heat.
How else would I get closer to him like this, with my hands on his face.
His face was so red that he stopped for a little while, he jumped back and forth, first with his hands and feet, then covered his face with his sleeves, and he said, “What are you doing? I’m sorry.
I look at my hand, and I look at his face, and I feel like I understand and I don’t.
“You don’t like that. I repeat, “You don’t like me touching you, do you? I’m sorry.
I’m not! I’m not! Don’t be ridiculous! He stood up from the ground and covered his face with his sleeves. “I am! I’ll get you the medicine. I’m sorry.
Come on, he’s got a ghost behind his back and the wind’s gone.
I lay back on my couch and closed my eyes.
After a while, he came back with his medicine, just like he thought of it in the cupboard by the bedside.
“As many years ago, your sister left. I’m sorry.
I thought she was dead, and the medicine bowl in her hand almost fell on the floor, and he was so busy holding the bowl in my hand that he told me about yesterday.
The news came from a spy in the palace, that the Emperor seemed to have no fear of the year, because that day at the palace feast, she had a sword in her hand, which was too bright.
No wonder. No wonder those assassins had been whispering for a while yesterday, trying to tell which is the real princess, and it’s hard to kill the wrong person.
In the evening of yesterday, Nyumoto intended to bring this matter to the attention of last year ‘ s capital, but did not want to open the door and come to the palace for help.
“Your sister was strong, and I spoke with her about it, and she hung her hair on the spot and asked the young man of the palace to change his clothes and marched with the army that went to the South China Sea yesterday. I’m sorry.
“Do my parents know? Especially my mother, she’s not well, and what if she knows it’s urgent?
“The old man in the town must have ears and ears in the palace. He took the bowl over my hand, “Why else did the army go out yesterday and why did your sister get in there so easily?” I’m sorry.
I was suffocating, but I couldn’t stop worrying about my sister.
“When the years have elapsed, open his mouth,” he put a bee in my mouth, and said, “It’s a pain in the tongue, and it tastes like plum.” I’m sorry.
I put the plum in my mouth, and I said, “How do you know it’s bitter and you’ve tasted it for me?” I’m sorry.
Turning his head, he kept moving his hand and shoved a plum in my mouth, saying, “What kind of talk is that? I’m sorry.
The doctor said I had a broken leg. I had to lie down for three months.
I didn’t think so, so I bargained with the doctor and asked him if he could lie down for a month, and Ningqiu looked at me with a “three” in his hand.
I’ll be dead in three days.
So I lay down in my bed, but maybe I’m the one who’s the one who’s the big mouth.
A month later, my father came.
It’s February, the next day it’ll be Ling Chun, and Ngqiu’s gone out and the girl helped me sit in the yard and sunbath.
It was the first time my father came to see me after I was married, and I was happy to see him, but he said, “I haven’t talked to him yet.”
“The doctor said your mother is dying. I’m sorry.
I stomped and stood up with a cane: “I, I’m going to see my mother now…”
“Well, wait a minute. He held my hand and said, “There’s something I want to ask you. Your mother’s been thinking about it and wants to see your sister. I’m sorry.
“You and danger are twins, so can you…”
I think I may have been wrong, but the expression on my face doesn’t make sense: “What are you talking about?” I’m sorry.
“Daddy brought your sister’s clothes, just the geese and yellow sling she wears. “You’re wearing this, and it’s your mother’s wish.” I’m sorry.
Mother’s talking about my sister.
I look at my father’s face and I think this man who raised me for 18 years is strange.
As he did the night when he asked me to marry her, I heard my voice and said, “Okay, I promise you.” I’m sorry.
I put my sister’s clothes on, I put my gloves on, and I took the carriage to Ningju.
I got off the wagon and I turned down a couple of bitches who wanted to help me get in the door, and walked in the backyard.
Before coming to the mother’s house, my father put it on my shoulder and said, “Let’s go in and see your mother for your sister. I’m sorry.
I opened his hand, put the cane at the door and pushed straight to the door.
When she saw someone coming, she opened her eyes a little, and there was some joy in her tone, holding my hand and shouting “risk”.
“Assured, your journey is a month, and your mother prays for you in her house, and every day remembers that you will return.” I’m sorry.
“Amaze, I miss you so much. You’ve been arguing with your father at home so much that he blows his beard, but you don’t know you’ve been proud of your parents since you were a kid. I’m sorry.
Fear, and danger… and while she was holding my hand, she kept saying her sister’s name.
I’m the one who’s been over the years.
Mother thinks she’s seeing her sister, talking like she’s running out of water.
But there was a moment when the water that opened the gate ran out, and her voice dwindled, and her hand holding me became weak.
She then closed her eyes and fell asleep and her head turned and she stopped moving. But she never mentioned her other daughter for more than a year.
I took my gloves off and showed my hands, and I held my mother’s hands in the cold, and I leaned down, and I put my arms close to my mother’s ears and said,
“Mom, I’ve got more. I’m sorry.
“I’ve learned martial arts in the past few months with Nicho. He taught me so much, and he taught me how important it is in the world. I’m sorry.
“I’m stupid, I’m slow, but I’m learning, and I want to be a better girl. I’m sorry.
“Is this my pride? I’m sorry.
But I don’t have the chance to get what I want from her.
I didn’t even get my cane and I didn’t go back.
Nyu was standing at the door of Ningbong, and he came out looking at me and swaying, and he just tried to scold me, and he took a look at my geese and yellow tea.
He took hold of me, who was shaky, and said with certainty: “This is your sister’s garment.” I’m sorry.
He’s too smart to guess what’s going on just by looking at one dress.
“Your father made you pretend to be your sister, didn’t he? I’m sorry. He said he had to pull me out of his sleeve and walk me into his house, “The King has to punch the old man in his town.” I’m sorry.
I grabbed his sleeve and shook his head.
“I’d want to see my sister if I were my mother. I laughed at him and said, “No way, who lets my sister be a treasure, and I’m a moth.” I’m sorry.
He looked at me for a while and said nothing but rubbing my head.
Then he kneeled before me and said, “Come on, let’s go home. I’m sorry.
I turned my head in a good place, lying on his back, listening to his breath, and I only felt exhausted, and I just wanted to go to sleep.
And when I was awake, I suddenly heard him say, “You are a silt for more than a year. I’m sorry.
I woke up, and I felt so heavy, but the bitterness didn’t get far enough.
“But I happen to be a muddock that likes to roll in the mud. I’m sorry.
After he had said that, he had a very red side, and I raised my hand to touch his cheek, but before his hand was close, he came up with his face.
“Look how cold your hands are. Give you a hand.” I’m sorry.
When he talks, my nostrils get sour.
He knows it. I’m not like anyone else. I’m born without pain. I’m a liability everywhere.
It’s the mother I raised for 18 years and only my sister, not me.
And I put up with it, and said, “Niqiu, don’t be so nice to me, I don’t deserve it.” I’m sorry.
It’s worth it. “You always say that your sister is the best girl in the world and deserves the best in the world.” I’m sorry.
“But for more than a year, you are worth it. I’m sorry.
“The heavens and the earth are vast, and the joy of our Lord is not worthy of any other girl, except you.” I’m sorry.
I listened to him, and my heart beats unwittingly, and my chest rings like someone’s drumming inside.
The finger was still close to his face, and I looked over and over and over and over again at what he had said and felt only that his face was blurry.
It’s like 18 years of bitterness at this moment, and the sourness of the nostrils can no longer be pressed. I blinked and the tears fell on his shoulder.
“Don’t cry, it’s been years. He whispered my name, “I can’t shed my hand on you right now.” I’m sorry.
“Niqiu, I’m stupid. I rubbed my tears on his shoulder. “I’ll believe anything you say. Don’t lie to me. I’m sorry.
I’m afraid he’s lying to me about what he said, and I’m afraid I’m going to be so happy that I’m going to have to take it out of my basket.
“I won’t lie to you. “The night we got married, you said you were old and redundant. I’m sorry.
“You’re wrong, it’s not superfluous, it’s…”
He suddenly stopped talking.
“What is it? I’m sorry.
“What is nothing, you” he stammered up and said, “What are you asking me so much for?” I didn’t say anything. I’m sorry.
It was dark when he took me back to the palace, and I sat on the couch and pulled his sleeve.
“As many years passed, the king is not the kind of man…” He turned his face red and said, “You can’t crush me in your mind, and you can’t hurt your leg, you can’t, at least you shouldn’t.” I’m sorry.
I think he’s kind of weird and he’s kind of weird and he’s like, “It’s not what you think. I’m sorry.
“Fake, alone in a room and you hold my sleeve. And he said, “It’s not what it means to pull his sleeve.” I’m sorry.
I’ll soon let him know what I mean.
He and I were lying on the same bed, on the same pillow, under the same bed.
Under the covers, I hit his little finger again.
The look on his face was somewhat uncomfortable and his sleep was very rigid. I asked him if he had the cold, whether he should call a doctor, and he would pass over his red face, saying, “No, no, no, no. The king is very good, very spiritual.” I’m sorry.
After a while of silence, I fell asleep and closed my eyes to sleep.
He thought that I was asleep, and he gave me the horns, and whispered in my ear, “Wait for more than years, wait for me.” I’m sorry.
I thought he was going to get something out of bed, noding, saying, “Well, I’m waiting for you. I’m sorry.
But the next morning I woke up and he was gone.
I asked the butler, where is the early morning Nyu?
The housekeeper said, “Ah, you don’t know, Princess. Yesterday the Prince received a decree to go to Yanzhou to settle the traitors. He was on his way last night. I’m sorry.
Necho’s gone.
I went back to my room and looked at the bed that had not yet been packed, and I reached out and touched the soft pillow, whispering: “I wait for you.” I’m sorry.
Wait as long as you can.
I can’t go anywhere without a crutches in my leg, and I’m going around the palace every day.
Sometimes I went to the kitchen to cook a silver earful, and it was not until the soup was in the bowl that I accidentally made a two-person contribution, and then I had to give more to the girls in the room.
I’m a princess, but I’m stuck in the inner courtyard and I can’t hear more about Yanzhou.
All I know is that the capital of Yan State, along with the chief of Yan State, is guilty of treason.
Yanzhou is not far from the capital, and the news should not be so closed.
Three months in a row, except for the mother’s funeral, when I went back to work for her, I never left the palace. And I haven’t received his letters and the situation in Yanzhou since I left.
The only good news is that sister is back with her husband.
General Zhao’s sword, a good sword that she played, left behind the Zhao Jia Xiao General, who had brought soldiers to the South China Sea, and was never known for his reputation, and who had no fear of being afraid, had finally been set up here.
The day they came to see me in the palace, I was praying to Buddha in the temple.
It’s funny that I didn’t believe in the Buddha for half of my life, and I petitioned the Buddha day after day after I left.
My sister dragged me to the house to say something, and General Zhao greeted me and called me a “sister” and stayed in the yard.
I was just about to open my mouth and wish my sister a good man, and suddenly she came to my ear and whispered, “Well, there is nothing but fear in your palace that the emperor will send him to watch over you.” I’m sorry.
“Fong Zhou and I found two of them when they came from the hallway. I’m sorry.
Sister shook her head and pointed to the roof.
I suddenly realized that the time had not yet passed and that the Emperor needed a few more years to guard the city, so he had only been watching me and not directly.
The letter I sent, and the book I sent back, were intercepted.
There was still time to think, and someone knocked, and her sister ran to the door, and the housekeeper kneeled at the door, and from time to time made a whim.
“What’s going on…” I’m reaching out to help the housekeeper.
My arm didn’t touch the butler yet, and he started to cry, “The Princess, the Prince, I’m sorry.
The chest looks like it’s been hit hard, the sweetness of the throat continues to swell, and I grab his collar: “What are you saying? I’m sorry.
“Your Majesty… Your Majesty…”
I’m not waiting for him to finish. I’m in the dark and I’m throwing blood.
I woke up in the middle of the night and I was unconscious and I found myself holding whose hand. I looked towards him with great expectation, but found that I was not waiting for Nyu, but my sister.
She changed my forehead with her red eyes and whispered to me if I was still dizzy.
I was just about to say something, and suddenly I felt so hard, that I had never felt in 18 years.
It’s like a part of his body is taken away.
“They say that all the men who went with King Wigand are dead. “Niqiu fought with swords and rebel blood to the last minute and died in the heart of a thousand arrows.” I’m sorry.
A thousand arrows through the heart.
I closed my eyes, and the day my mother left, he walked behind me on the long street, and he told me the best love in the world and that he wouldn’t lie to me.
He told me to wait for him.
I listened to him and stayed in the palace for 100 days. And We recited for him a hundred days before the Buddha, and We folded a thousand cranes for him, and We recited to him in his heart a thousand times.
Kneel with a swollen knee, folded with a sharp finger and a good heart.
It is as if I suddenly understood what this strange feeling is.
“Sister, I’m in pain. I pointed to my chest, “It hurts here. I’m sorry.
When she heard the word “ache”, she couldn’t bear it. She shed tears, two drops, and fell on my back.
“Well, why don’t you cry? Don’t scare me. I’m sorry.
And I shook my head, and laughed, and it was worse than crying: “He can break his promise, but I cannot, and I will wait for him to return.” I’m sorry.
I’m gonna wait for him to come back, show him my red and swollen knees, show him my broken fingers and a pile of thousands of cranes.
And then, with his back in his waist, frowning his eyebrow, he said to me, “I can’t take a shit like you, you’re a liar, you’re a liar. I don’t serve you.” I’m sorry.
But when did he come back, he covered his pile of paper cranes with tables, and if he did not come back, he would not be able to let go.
Since then, even my sister and Zhao Li have been stopped outside the house.
I was sitting on the palace porch, looking at the pond in the yard, and only the housekeeper came in daily to inform me about the outside.
The housekeeper says it’s going to change, Yan is going backwards, the capital and Yan are so close, who knows what’s going to happen.
He’s in a hurry, but I just sit around on the steps and don’t hear it.
He went to Yanzhou with Nqiu, and his uncle, King Kang Lok, was the youngest in line and was almost as old as Emperor Ng Ha.
The King is said to have become more miserable, to have no one left to die and to have no word of it. On the day the coffin of Ngqiu was brought back, the princess of Conlé took my hand, smote it, and said something strange:
“Trust in His Majesty. I’m sorry.
It’s like to me, it’s like to herself.
I looked up at her, and she shook her head slightly, suggesting that I could not speak much, and then withdrew her hand and turned away.
When I saw the yellow pear coffin brought into the room, I slowly walked, sat on the coffin and raised my hand and touched the coffin.
The housekeeper looked at me and asked me to arrange the funeral as soon as possible, and I laughed at him, and for the first time I let him out.
I spent the whole night sitting next to the coffin, and it didn’t close my eyes.
And at half a hour of the night We heard the bell ringing from afar, and looked at the coffin, and I thought it was a bell of death for Autumn.
One, two… I’m counting in my heart until the twenty-seventh bell rings.
Twenty-seven bells, a national loss.
National death. A national funeral?
The Queen died long ago, the queen was better than me, and both Necho and Conjo were princes, not enough for the 27 bells.
I looked in the direction of the palace, stood up and looked at the coffin at the eye.
Last night, the rebel forces of Yanzhou went on to attack, and the guards of the city turned a blind eye to it, allowing the rebels to enter from behind the palace. The palace door was opened, and if the rebels entered the land of no one, the Emperor, who had fallen drunk in the tender countryside, was sent.
The city’s black iron horse is under the command of the family, and the White Plumbe is under the control of the family.
But I don’t care.
And when the sun rose the next day, We broke the coffin with an axe. I knew it was an empty coffin.
I breathed, threw an axe on the floor and kicked a broken wooden plate.
He said he didn’t lie to me and saw the empty coffin. I knew everything. He was a liar.
It’s all a lie. It is self-evident that the rebels were able to enter the palace easily last night.
My father is his father-in-law and Zhao Li is his brother-in-law. King Hong Lak did not say that the chief of police and the chief of army were afraid that he would also wear a pair of pants.
A couple of men came together to talk about Wude, to cheat, to steal the 25-year-old Emperor Ngshai from the palace.
No wonder Princess Conler said that strange thing.
And I stepped upon the wood on the earth with a strong stride, and in my heart it was not a thing to say, “No, Autumn.” But when he returned, in three days, I would certainly
“You’ve cut off a good ax like this. I’m sorry.
I couldn’t look back. I was afraid I was wrong.
“The king asks you, for more than a year, speak. I’m sorry.
His voice is getting closer, but I still can’t look back.
When I heard of his death, I did not shed a tear; but now I hear that he is alive and that he has come to me alive, and the tears cannot stop.
“Are you angry? He took my hand from behind, and he swayed, “Well, I’m back, you look at me. I’m sorry.
And wipe away his tears, and shake his hand so hard, and turn his face and say to him, ‘You son of a motherfuckin’ son, in three days’
My right hand was raised up, and he thought that I was going to beat him, and not to hide, but that my eyes were closed and I scolded.
His wounds were full, the mouth of his left arm was bleeding, and there was a light scar on his side.
The night I fell, he found me in the woods, behind my back, saying, “I can’t fight, I can’t curse, I’m really mad at my king.”
I’m just feeling what he said.
Why should I not be angry at his face when I can’t beat or scold him?
Forget it… it’s hard to fight.
So I stretched out my hands and held him with my feet.
“Niqiu, welcome home. I’m sorry.
He got a little stiff, and then he held me back in a tremor.
“For more than a year, don’t be mad at me. I promised you I’d come back and I wouldn’t break my promise. I’m sorry.
His mouth is full of love, Necho’s mouth, and the water of the toilet.
“You said earlier that the balance of years is not the excess of time. “I reached for the scar on his side, “What’s that after?” I’m sorry.
His face was red again, only this time, and instead of going over his head as in the past, he slowly approached me and kissed me on my cheek.
Now it’s my turn to turn around in red, but the head just turned a little, and he came back with his chin.
I can’t say anything about stammering his eyes.
And whoever told him to have such beautiful eyes, and when he smiled, I took him, and I panicked, and God was confused.
He saw me panicking, so he whispered in my ear:
The rest of your life. I’m sorry.
Me and Necho stood by the carriage, and my sister handed over a bag full of her own clothes.
Zhao Li stood next to her and looked at her from time to time, and my sister didn’t see it, but I saw it.
When the Emperor died, the whole palace was completely messed up.
Of course, the royal palace is a mess, because neither the fake King of Kang Lo nor Niu will take the hot potato.
“The king is an elder. Do you understand? The King of Hong Lak pushed the seal in front of him to Nqiu, and said, “Give Uncle Wang a face.” I’m sorry.
“The nephews are young and hard to take on the task, and only Uncle Wang can take over. “Niqiu pushed the seal back in silence.”
The priceless seal of Nxia’s eyes was pushed dozens of times by the King and the Princess of Nqiu, and I sat with the Princess of Conjo and smug and watched their uncles and uncles fall in love.
“The nephew is a dead man, how can he be reborn as Emperor? I’m sorry.
Nicho left me with this sentence and left the palace of Conlé, holding a melon in my hand before leaving, so I could eat it in the carriage.
After all, I am a dead man in the eyes of the world at this time, and a widow and princess will certainly not attract much attention.
It is a pity that Naqu said that I never left the city, that the heavens and the earth are vast and that I have never seen the moon. So he decided to take me all the way.
Today is the day of departure from Kyoto, and my sister came with Zhao.
I just got on the wagon and I said, “No, I don’t think this is right. You and my dad have eyes in the palace and the family must have. The Emperor wants my sister to enter the palace. The Zhao family can’t have no idea. I’m sorry.
“You’re not selling my sister. I’m talking about his collar. I’m sorry.
“No, really no. He surrendered with his hands up and said, “The day for an army to go to the South China Sea was set in the morning. It was a coincidence that Zhao and I had known each other since we were kids, so we proposed to put your sister in the army… brother… always…”
I told you that Zhao’s eyes were not so good. I thought Zhao Zhou Zhi was in my sister’s hands.
This is my sister’s blood.
I cleared my voice and said, “My father doesn’t care how you tricked Zhao’s family and the King of Kang to do things for you.” I’m sorry.
“Can you call it a lie? “Niqiu’s face was innocent, and he said, “They were sick of the emperor’s death, and I didn’t cheat on them. It was called a hit. I’m sorry.
Believe him, he sold my sister.
I went over my head, and I was so angry, I looked at the view outside the window, and I was like, ten, nine…
I’m sure I didn’t count to zero, and Njoon came to hold my hand.
When I didn’t talk, he got closer, grabbed my waist from behind and scratched my hand.
“How long can you let me go, you mudhole? I’m sorry.
“Let the earth be yours forever…”
It seemed as if he could not expect such a direct response, and he was in a hurry to get back on guard.
The driver of the road did not know what was going on in the car and asked, “What is it that you eat tonight?” I’m sorry.
“Ah tonight…” I deliberately dragged the tails and grabbed Njoon’s cheek.
“Eat mud tonight! The blogger adds:
Keep your eyes on the road.
