my demon

Meishan is actually very small, just a small slope, but it is densely planted with various plum blossoms. There is a verandah at the foot of the mountain. Outside the veranda, there are many red and white plums intersecting and blooming. The wind is graceful and the fragrance is pleasant.

It had only snowed a few days ago, and the clean snow was reserved on the mountain for the nobles to reward. Xiao Yan asked his servants to wait while they boiled tea in the corridor at the bottom of the mountain. Walk on clean trails.

The lich said: "This flower can actually bloom in the cold winter." There is no such flower in his country, and there are flowers that bloom in winter, such as narcissus, but they are delicate and short, and it is not as good as this branch with a few flowers, which are bright and bright. Like magic turning falling snow flakes into flowers, since he transformed into a lich, he has learned all ice spells. In this cold winter snow, he only feels comfortable.

Xiao Yan stretched out his hand and folded a plum blossom, held it in his hand and said: "Well, this body is in the snowy forest, unlike peaches and plums mixed with fragrant dust, this is a plum blossom."

The Lich saw the little boy hugging a loose fur robe, holding a branch of white plum standing beside the flower branch, looking down at the flower, wondering what he was thinking, his long black hair like a crow's feather was only tied with a satin scarf. His forehead was cut, and his long hair fell smoothly on his shoulders. He has a straight nose bridge, thin pale lips, and slightly frowned long eyebrows that almost sweep into the sideburns. The fingers holding the plum branches are lined by petals, transparent Like jade.

The Lich couldn't help thinking: So this young man is really good looking, with those dark eyes like midnight... Even if he stood with elves or mermaids known for their beauty, he would not be inferior in the slightest.

The cadence of the voice has a peculiar charm, should it be reciting poetry?This poem is also very different from the poems and songs of the country he came to.Moreover, the young man was not happy in his heart. Since he went to Meishan, his heart was full of depression and preoccupation. Although his face was calm, he didn't show it at all.

It's just an ordinary boy, at this age, he should still be active and active, but this boy has a calm personality, serious and unsmiling...

The Lich couldn't help being curious about how this young man had grown into such a look, but he was also a person who didn't like to talk too much. Before, he suddenly saw plum blossoms all over the mountain surrounded by black branches in Xueye, which was quite rare. He spoke out to ask, so he didn't continue to get to the bottom of it, but he became quiet.

Xiao Yan took the plum blossom by himself, walked slowly to the top of the mountain, and then walked down for a while, pointing to the courtyard under the hill: "Here we are."

The Lich looked down as he said, and saw a square courtyard at the foot of the mountain. Inside, there were adults walking in black short robes with red belts around their waists. They were busy walking in the courtyard, not paying attention to the people on the mountain. There are people in the plum blossoms, who want to come here to be deserted, even bring a little desolation.What is eye-catching is that there are groups of half-grown children standing in line in the center of the yard, all standing with their hands down, and their feet are chained one by one, which is very strange.

But it's not just the people in the yard who attract the lich.

"What a heavy resentment." He saw the thick black resentment rolling from the small courtyard straight to the sky, condensing into clouds of smoke. This is very pure resentment, mixed with fear, pain, crying, and self-loathing And the kind of resentment that longs to die and self-destruct.

Who is... in this yard?How could there be such a heavy resentment?

Xiao Yan seemed to know what he was thinking, and answered briefly: "This is Cansil."

The language of God was just a simple literal translation, and the Lich didn't understand what he meant, so he simply repeated the sentence: "A silkworm farmer?"

Xiao Yan didn't explain further, but the Lich has also been completely attracted by the thick resentment, which is really good news for him whose energy is almost exhausted.

The Lich commanded the young man: "Come closer, get closer to the wall, and I'll teach you to draw a magic circle on the snow."

Xiao Yan slowly walked down the plum forest to the outside of the gable, found a piece of fresh white snow, and squatted down slowly: "How to paint?"

The Lich said: "On the snow is fine."

The Lich didn't speak, but Xiao Yan suddenly felt a chill in his fingers, as if his hand was held by something cold, smooth and hard like jade. His whole body seemed to be wrapped in a cold embrace, and his fingers were like a dragonfly on water. Tumbling lightly, was held to draw a star-like pattern in the snow.

Then he felt a slight pain in his fingertips, and a drop of bright red blood burst out, and he tapped a little in the center of the pattern. The entire symbol was like a wave on the surface of the water, with floating lights flickering, and a faint blue light floating in the air, and then it was like ebbing again. The ripples spread and disappeared wave by wave.

The gold box on his chest became colder and colder, but the wound on his fingertips healed quickly and returned to normal.

The Lich continued to instruct: "Put my soul box in the center, and then, wait a minute."

Xiao Yan took off the necklace and put it in the talisman array, the golden box quietly fell in the snow, emitting a dim golden light.

He pressed his hand against the cold wall and waited quietly.

It's too close here, and there are soft cries and pleadings from the wall, and the voice is immature.

Then I heard impatient shouting and scolding, and someone took a long roll to roll their names: "The next team, Qi Yuan, Huo Sanya, Liu Goudan, enter the room, the knife maker is ready..."

Xiao Yan suddenly left the wall, walked slowly under the plum grove, turned his head, and concentrated on looking at the talisman array.

About a quarter of an hour later, the talisman array suddenly shone brightly, and countless lines and runes scattered and fluttered in the talisman array. Standing in the snow, Xiao Yan could only feel the biting wind pouring in from all sides, and the fine snowflakes fluttered with the wind , a mass of translucent light blue light burst out from the center of the talisman array, and a translucent human figure appeared in the center. He focused on it, but he still couldn't see the face of the human figure clearly, only the long hair that seemed to be pale gold, and a pair of golden eyes.

Those were a pair of impressive eyes. In the translucent golden eyes, it was as if thousands of golden threads were fused in the pupils, exuding a shimmering light. He looked at him casually, but he could feel the indifference. Vigorous and powerful, as if condescending eyes that defy everything.

Xiao Yan had almost forgotten where he was, and just stared at those eyes obsessively—are they the eyes of the Son of the Sun?Why is it like this, it is bright like the sun, but when he is looking at it, he still feels the coldness without human emotion, as if no one can project it into his eyes.

Such a contradictory and mysterious... God-like person... Is he really not a god?

The Lich stood in the talisman formation and raised his hands, countless black air crazily poured into the talisman formation, and then was mercilessly swallowed and inhaled by the ball of ice and snow.

As the grievances poured in and absorbed, his ethereal figure began to become clearer and clearer. Xiao Yan began to be able to distinguish the thousands of golden lights fluttering in the wind, which turned out to be the hair of a lich.

Blonde hair...golden eyes?

The lich stood in the talisman array with his head slightly raised, allowing the black energy to pour into his soul for a long time, before turning around, the figure became a little more solid, and his golden eyes stared at Xiao Yan: "The resentment is very strong, It's a pity that the conversion rate is too low, and it may take a few more visits."

Xiao Yan was silent for a while and said in a low voice: "Understood, I can arrange it, do you want to stay for a while now?"

The Lich shook his head and said, "My soul is too weak to absorb much, and I have to convert it into energy."

Xiao Yan said: "Then, shall we go back now?"

The Lich stared at him for a while, but it felt very oppressive. Xiao Yan moved his eyes slightly, and the Lich said: "What is this place? Such pure resentment, this is the resentment of a child."

Xiao Yan said in a low voice: "Well, this is the place where the children of the guilty are imprisoned and cleansed. After cleansing, they will be locked in the Jamsil for a month, and will not be sent to the Supervisor of Rites to learn the rules until the wound is healed. These children ...They are still very young, they didn't do anything, just because their parents committed a crime...so they are probably very scared and resentful."

The lich heard a new word again: "Cleansing?"

Xiao Yan explained expressionlessly: "The servants serving in the palace are all castrated, and many of them are descendants of sinners, who were tortured in the palace."

The Lich finally got an accurate explanation, and thought of those purple-clothed waiters he saw today, with pale faces and thin voices: "I understand."

Xiao Yan unconsciously rubbed the petals of the plum branch in his palm slowly: "Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, I will arrange again and bring you here..."

But the Lich interrupted him and asked him, "Is there anyone you know here?"

Xiao Yan's fingers rubbing the petals stopped, and he raised his eyes to look at Jiu Yao, but his expression was still very quiet. The Lich just looked at him quietly. Originally, the resentment here was very strong, but at that moment just now, this The emotions in the boy's heart seemed to be immersed in black seaweed, viscous, chaotic, and troubled.

However, his face was always so calm.

Xiao Yan said slowly: "Well, there is one of my companions, he is the minister's child. When I first entered the palace, I chose a few ministers' children to accompany me to study and study. A few days ago, the minister was arrested. After being questioned, he committed suicide, and because he was not yet fourteen, he was sentenced to be confiscated into the court and purged as a slave."

"His name is Qi Yuan... I just heard his name mentioned in it, and it's his turn... to cleanse..."

Lich's voice was also very calm: "You and him have a good relationship?"

"No." Xiao Yan suddenly showed a smile, but in Lich's eyes, he was still too young after all, the smile was like crying: "Actually, I have always hated him, he is very mean and domineering, He is also arrogant about his talent and is not likable at all."

"When I first entered the palace, I didn't understand anything. When I first met those companions, I thought it would be good to have someone to accompany me to study and have fun. I was quite close to him. In the imperial garden, when no one was around, he Just say, Your Majesty, do you know what the word Yan means?"

"I used to be in the feudal land. I was still young. There was no name given in the palace. After entering the palace for adoption, the queen mother and the ministers discussed the name for me. I said, Wenxiu Wuyan, peace in the sea, the queen mother and the ministers hope I can emphasize cultural governance, recuperate, and bring about a peaceful and prosperous world."

"He was out of breath from laughing. After laughing for a long time, he teased me and said, Your Majesty, Yantong, the emperor is retiring. You, the emperor, have been waiting to abdicate from the very beginning. Come on, little puppet emperor."

The author has something to say:

Wearing this body in the snowy forest,

Different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust.

Suddenly the fragrance of the hair overnight,

Scattered into heaven and earth, thousands of miles of spring.

——Wang Mian's "White Plum"