Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 652 I would rather break my bones than give you this flower (Part )

The moonlight shines on the pear blossoms, and the spring night is filled with the smell of blood.

The round plate broke into sharp pieces all over the floor. The children all sat quietly in front of their desks. It was late at night and it seemed a little quiet and cold. Li Chen wrapped his robe around Li Cannan, and the two of them snuggled together. There was no one else beside them except Qu Xin.

Qilin Fire is indeed the best magical flame in the world. The poisonous marks on Li Cannan's head and neck disappeared visibly, his breathing gradually became steady, and his pale face was mostly covered by makeup, and he looked no different from an ordinary person.

The soup flowed under the porcelain tiles. After watching it for a long time, it looked like a snow-white boat floating on the turbid sewage, unable to move at all.

Meng'er lowered her head with a gloomy look in her eyes.

If she maintained a posture for too long, her body would disappear, but she could no longer feel the consciousness that should remain.

She didn't know what she had done in the past hour, nor what she had done in the past four years. The body that couldn't stand up, covered with bruises, meaningless despair, silent tinnitus... It was as if she had returned to the day when she fell and couldn't stand up.

That night, the Qingsi Palace was also so quiet. After his highness came back, he did not get angry when he saw her lying on the ground. He just silently helped her back to the bed, lit a lamp, carefully cleaned and applied medicine to her, and finally buried his head in her arms and sobbed softly.

She would always remember His Highness's whispers: "I'm sorry... Sister Meng'er... I didn't protect you well."

——"Meng'er, you are the elder sister, so you must take good care of Long'er in the future. Long'er, you are the princess, so you must protect Meng'er in the future."

She remembered this sentence deeply, and His Highness also always remembered that every time His Highness was angry, he was directed at herself.

At that moment, Meng'er really wanted to tell the prince in her arms about the flowers growing in her eyes, but the sharp and painful wound strangled her throat. She was determined not to tell this matter again and to carefully protect the Queen's favor.

She held on to this favor for four years, and only now did she realize how ridiculous she was.

Lord Pei was right, I really was a fool.

How long had the Empress been on the throne? Twenty-three years had already passed.

A sword will rust after 23 years, so how can the imperial edict of the previous dynasty be used in the present dynasty? The maids of the Empress have disappeared, so who would still foolishly believe in a promise that has long been covered with dust?

The queen had died long ago, leaving only a pile of bones. The miracles and glory she spread were lost in time. Only she still thought that if she held the remaining flower and called out to her, she would get some response.

But I have done a good thing by doing this, which is better than some poor person touching this false hope fifty years later.

When her foolish thoughts drifted here, tears flowed from her eyes again... She had committed such a sin, and she must die. She was very afraid of death, but at this moment, death seemed to be a kind of relief... As long as death was not so painful, it would be fine.

But what she couldn't think about was... His Highness could no longer leave here, so after she died, would the candles in Qingsi Palace never be lit again?

When she thought of this, she seemed to feel her body again. Heat, pain and fatigue surged up at once. She suddenly wanted to throw herself down in front of the Queen's throne and beg her to spare her life... She would accept any torture, as long as she could stay alive to accompany His Highness.

But at the same time, she felt very tired. Those emotions and thoughts seemed to be isolated in another world. She lowered her head without any expression and didn't want to move.

Then her arms were strangled, so tight that it hurt, and the hard coldness made her shiver. Only then did she hear the sound of armor plates behind her, and her whole body was lifted up, with only her toes touching the ground.

The cold male voice behind him seemed very close, yet very far away: "In compliance with the Majesty's order, the prisoner is now being taken to the prison for interrogation."

A cold and tired "hmm" came from above.

Meng'er raised her head for the first time since the banquet fell silent. Except for the two smashed tables, everyone else sat quietly in their seats, saying nothing and looking at nothing.

She suddenly had a strange thought... This is not a real world, it is just a painting. People will not react in a chain reaction to sudden events. She did not light a fuse, she just smeared a corner of the painting, so the rest of the place is still clean.

After she and the broken wood and plates were cleared away, the painting would be repaired, with new paper and new colors, and the family dinner could continue with food and laughter until they returned home in the spring night. This idea was like a gurgling spring, spreading quickly in her mind, and then she found that everything she saw had a layer of dry paper feeling - the fresh pear blossoms were two or three strokes of white powder, the skirts were smudged pastels, the children's colors were newer, the adults' colors were older and faded, and their expressions would not change, they were what they were painted...

How interesting, she thought.

No wonder...it turns out that everything I have been seeing are other people's paintings, and I am also living in other people's paintings. How can I imagine digging out something from the paintings that others have not painted?

She looked up, and the moon in the sky had become a dry mass of white. The night sky was wet and wrinkled with black ink, dull and old, without the slightest color... She was having trouble breathing, and lowered her head tremblingly.

The whole world... is a painting.

At about this time, she heard a distant and faint voice: "Send Youlong to the wedding. I have received the imperial edict from my father."

A scarlet long skirt swayed slightly in the spring night. She took off her mask and stood in the middle of the scene. Her face was as white as paper, but not paper. Her left half body was stained with blood and spots, but the colors were very real and did not feel smeared.

She is a...real person, Meng'er thought inexplicably.

Everyone in the painting looked at her, and it seemed that this sentence should not appear in the painting.

Li Huang's eyes stopped on her, Li Yujin turned his head suddenly, Li Chen, Li Cannan, the remaining princes and concubines all looked at her in shock. The painting seemed to start to crack, Meng'er heard the sound of paper tearing, everyone's eyes were on the red dress, and there was another kind of dead silence at the table.

This evil fire in the palace was avoided by everyone. It had been wandering around the edge of Daming Palace. It seemed that she never cared about the affairs of the palace, and the affairs of the palace never asked about her. As the only offspring left by the guilty queen, in the eyes of many people, she was even alienated from the so-called "princes and princesses", like a homeless person with an ambiguous identity. For so many years, Daming Palace did avoid highlighting her existence.

At the same time, no one dared to disturb the saint in matters that the Purple Palace did not intervene in. Even if there were messy banquets and casualties here, it was only the harem's business. It had been like this for more than 20 years.

"Didn't you hear me?" Li Xizhou repeated in a hoarse voice, "I said, let's send Youlong to get married. I've asked Li Yao."

Her voice was very faint and cold, and her back was very straight, so Meng'er felt that she was like a ball of fire at this moment. Then she turned around and walked towards her.

Just send Youlong to the wedding...what does that mean?

Meng'er felt that she had regained consciousness, but her brain seemed not to be working. She stared blankly at the red color coming towards her. She seemed to be a ball of fire, so the drawing paper was burned wherever she passed, and curled up into a charred state, exposing the real world.

"Put her down." She stood in front of him and said.

The stranglehold on her arms disappeared, and she was put back on her knees.

The woman in red did not squat down, but just lowered her head and looked at her. Meng'er raised her head and saw the white moon hanging beside her shoulder, which was also burned by the red fire, revealing its bright and fresh true face.

Then a dreamy color appeared in her vision. The woman leaned over and handed it to her. Petals shaped like willow leaves and cicada wings, white, misty ribbons, and a faint blue flower swayed quietly before her eyes... Not only was it not a dry painting, it was even more vivid than reality, as if it was picked from a fairyland.

...Where in the world can such a beautiful flower exist? Unless it grows out of a dream.

In an instant, the color spread and the body regained consciousness. Only then did Meng'er realize what she had just heard.

Tears rolled down her face: "Your Highness Jin, Jinyang, are you telling the truth... I, I am so happy... As long as Your Highness can get married, I, I will die without regrets."

"No one needs to die, not even you." Li Xizhou said in a calm voice, as if reading an imperial edict.

"..."

"This is Luoshen's promise. Since you got the flowers, you can leave here." She said proudly.

(End of this chapter)