Mu Huai saw people in the secluded alley next to him.

In the quiet alley, the little girl stood quietly under the tree, gazing piously at the tempting fruit hidden among the green leaves.

A cool breeze blew at the end of the alley, blowing over the corner of the little girl's skirt, like a fairy about to return by the wind.

Sand

The leaves are shaking.

The air seems to be full of fruit fragrance.

Mu Huai found that she was actually very good-looking.

When it's quiet.

It gives people a sense of serenity and tenderness.

But at the thought of the irritating way she spoke, Mu Huai had no mind at all.

Um. Can the fruit be eaten?

Ming Shu came out from the alley with the fruit in his pocket and saw Mu Huai standing here, slightly surprised and protecting the fruit, "Uncle, why are you still here?"

Mu Huai turned around without saying a word.

Mingshu: "." What are you doing?

Which one is not right?

Mu Huai did not walk fast and seemed to be waiting for Mingshu on purpose. Huai King's Palace and Imperial Palace were two directions, but Mu Huai intended to send Mingshu back in general.

Until he saw the majestic outline of the palace, he slowly stopped and turned his back to Mingshu and said, "Don't come out of the palace."

Mingshu is a little baffled.

This cheap uncle is very abnormal today.

He didn't get angry because he burned the painting, did he?

"Uncle, have you been stimulated today? Do you want to. Hey, uncle, don't go. "

Before Mingshu spoke, Mu Huai left first. He was afraid that he would hear something unpleasant later, and he wanted to strangle her again.

Ming Shu scratched his head, looked at the fruit in his pocket, immediately smiled, and threw Mu Huai behind his head.

Mingshu went back to the shrine and was scolded by the ancestral master. Mingshu looked so indifferent that he was so angry that the ancestral master locked her up directly.

Mingshu was depressed in the face of the small dark room. Is it right that the emperor gave her that painting? That's hers. Is that right? Can she burn it or tear it up or give it away? she can't make a decision on her own.

"No one will let her out without my permission." The angry voice of the ancestral master sounded from the outside, followed by the sound of footsteps drifting away.

It was a while before the sound of chess sounded through the door, "Princess." Are you all right? "

"Zhiqi, it's so dark here. Get me something to eat to suppress the shock."

"." Does black have anything to do with food? Knowing the dilemma of chess, "Princess, the ancestral master said, I can't send you food."

"if you secretly send it, I won't tell anyone."

Before Zhiqi answered, he was interrupted, "Zhiqi, the ancestral master called you, leave it to me to watch."

"Ah, but."

"go quickly, the ancestral master is waiting for you."

Know chess and outside people entangled for a while, but the effect is not good, know chess can only feel guilty to let Mingshu reflect, she will beg the ancestral master to release her quickly.

Ming Sheng lay unlovingly on the door, and by the time she was released, she would have starved to death.

"Princess, the master of the temple has locked you up in order to keep you out of the limelight, and your Majesty is furious. Please feel aggrieved for a moment, and when the limelight is over, the ancestral master will let you out. "

The old fox is really difficult to serve.

In the small dark room, there was only a small window that was very high, and Mingshu could not reach it at all, not to mention that she could not change 72 and could not fly out.

Mingshu sat cross-legged as time went by. don't know how long it took, and the light outside was getting darker and darker.

The dark room is getting darker.

Mingshu touched his hungry belly. He was so hungry.

She put her hands together and someone will bring me food.

Cut.

Someone threw a stone into it from the small window and hit it on the floor in front of Ming Shu.

Ming Shu blinks, now the prophecy is so fast?

"are you in there?" The voice was deliberately lowered from outside the small window.

Prince?

What is he doing here.

Mingshu is close to the small window. "what's wrong with the prince?"

There was a strange noise outside, and then Mingshu saw a dark shadow at the door of the small window, and the prince's voice was clear. "I'm not asking you to protect this body, what did you do today?" Who is responsible for what happens? "

Mingshu: "." Climbing the wall in the middle of the night taught me that the prince was afraid of poison.

"I don't care what you do, but you can't let her body hurt a little bit. It's not yours."

"the prince has a very serious problem now." Mingshu interrupted Muze.

"are you hurt?" The people outside suddenly became nervous. "where are you hurt?" Is it serious? "

"I'm hungry."

"."

A strange silence, Muze dropped a waiting sentence, and then quickly disappeared.

Muze didn't come back for a while and handed things the same way from the small window. Because Mingshu could not reach it, he found another basket, put the things in the basket, and hung it with a rope and put it in.

After handing over something, Muze suddenly said: "I am so kind to you, not for you, but for porcelain, don't get me wrong."

Mingshu belly, I did not pretend to be affectionate that you are for me ah!

I am not the kind of person who is casual and affectionate.

"I know all about today, that painting. Did you really burn it? " Muze seemed to lean against the wall outside, and the sound drifted a little farther than before.

"if you don't know everything, you don't have to ask."

"I want to make sure." Muze said, "you have a lot of nerve, too. All sides of the painting are staring at it, and you can burn it if you say so."

"otherwise I wouldn't be locked up here now. I wouldn't even have anything to eat."

"."

Mingshu solved the problem of food. Muze didn't know what to do outside and didn't speak for a long time.

"someone is coming. I'll go first." Muze suddenly said: "remember my words, protect A Jian's body, or I will not be finished with you."

The moonlight came in through the small window again, and the patrolling people outside looked around, found nothing unusual and left, and the whole world was quiet again.

Tick.

The water droplets fell on the water, the ripples spread, and the reflection of the water began to fluctuate and distort, as if the world in the water was about to collapse.

Blood.

Fight.

The body.

Crisscross to form a solemn and stirring scene.

Mountains and rivers seem to be dyed blood red, this heaven and earth, in addition to red, can not find other colors.

Mingshu suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for breath.

What lingered in my mind was the strange sight.

What's that?

Ming Shu tried to sit up, but she found her limbs so weak that it was difficult for her to move. It's as bad as someone who has never run a marathon and ran five kilometers in one breath.

Mingshu had a flash of inspiration.

Prophecy.

That's the real prophecy.

But what does that mean? What she saw was only a blurry picture and did not see anything representative.

How did the original owner interpret these unrepresentative images?

Mingshu tries to recall the original owner's thinking, but even if she can quickly inherit the original owner's skills, she can not Synchronize the original owner's mode of thinking.