Who Cares

When the body was held down by a pair of powerful palms, Guan Suyi suddenly woke up-I was afraid that he was taking the Dao, and was taken into a forbidden area by the servant, breaking a certain secret. She has never entered the palace, let alone seen Ye Jieyu, and the intricate roads in the palace spread like a spider web, and even the old people who have been serving for many years may go wrong, let alone the first visit to the maid?

Only by following the instructions of the servant, can she reach Ganquan Palace smoothly, but she didn't expect this person to take her directly elsewhere. No wonder there is not even a plaque on the door beam of this palace.

She didn't dare to look back, just because the right hand of the man had slowly climbed up to her fragile neck, pinching it neither light nor heavy. His palms are very wide, his fingertips are long and powerful, and his mouth and fingertips are covered with rough calluses. He is either a servant who is accustomed to hard labor or a soldier who has been practicing martial arts for many years.

He is very tall and tall. Calculated from the shadows projected on the ground, he is at least nine feet tall. Even if he doesn't say a word, he exudes an extremely powerful aura. This aura, judged by Guan Suyi's intuition, is closer to beasts than humans. He seemed to be observing her, his head tilted slightly, and he patrolled her face inch by inch. The hot, but killing intent, kept blowing on her face and ears.

Guan Suyi once met a huge brown bear while traveling abroad. In order to avoid the attack, she had to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead. Until now, the bear leaned forward, smelling the feeling on her face carefully, and it still imprinted in her mind, making her tremble all over. That was the moment she was closest to death, and this time, it was countless times more terrifying than that time.

She had no doubt that if she said something wrong, he would break her neck in the next moment. There are only two kinds of men who can walk around in the palace, one is the guard and the other is the emperor. This is a deep palace forbidden court. People who can monopolize a palace and kill dying wives at will, except for the cruel temperament of Emperor Sheng Yuan, don't think about it.

So where is this place? Guan Suyi's eyes swept away, and finally found many missing details. The scars on that scripture were not ink spots, but dark red blood stains. Even the futon and floor tiles were sprinkled with blood, but because they were both black, the light was very dim, and it was impossible to notice if you didn't look carefully. There was a sweet smell in the air, which was covered by the strong sandalwood, which deceived her sense of smell. Many fresh cleavage marks were left on the sacrifice table. The sacrifices that should have been neatly arranged have disappeared without a trace. Scattered pieces of porcelain and wood chips are scattered in the inconspicuous gaps in the corners.

Based on the above analysis, before she came in, there had been fights here, no, or the killing was more appropriate, and the instigator was definitely the Emperor Sheng Yuan who had pinched him.

It seems that I have thought a lot, but in fact, it is only between the electric light and the flint. Guan Suyi already understands her situation-she may not be able to go back alive today.

Because of this comprehension, she became calm, calmly thinking about the meaning of the question just now, and also trying to recall what Zhao Luli had mentioned to her about Emperor Sheng Yuan. Obviously, this temple exists only because of this painting, and it may be the greatest secret of Sheng Yuan Emperor's heart. And what kind of person the other party is, one or two can be glimpsed from many terrible rumors.

He has a tyrannical character, murderous and brutal, can't tolerate betrayal and rebellion, and has very iron and blood in handling the government. Facing such a person, crying and begging are all in vain, only obedience and confession. He doesn't eat hard or hard, and acts recklessly. When he is in a good mood, he may let you go, and when he is in a bad mood, he will leave you dead.

It's a pity that the current Emperor Sheng Yuan is in an extremely bad mood, so no matter what methods he uses, he may not escape death. Guan Suyi smiled bitterly in her heart, but her face was even more indifferent. She breathed cautiously, without answering questions, "Can I come closer and take a look?"

Since Emperor Shengyuan asked what she saw, she answered seriously, anyway, her life was already in the hands of others.

Emperor Sheng Yuan had just vented once, and there was still blood in his eyes. He originally thought that this woman would show the most embarrassed side when facing death like those concubines who deliberately seduce him before. However, he was wrong. The other party neither cried nor pleaded, nor even looked back at him or screamed.

Her eyes are very bright, even in the dark Buddha hall can see the light. At first, she shuddered in fear, but somehow she became enlightened and calm. He can be sure-she knows that this painting is his greatest secret and the cause of her near death, but she doesn't avoid it when asked, instead she asks to get closer and see more clearly.

Shouldn't the normal reaction be crying and yelling that you haven't seen anything? The blood in the eyes of Emperor Sheng Yuan slowly faded, and he felt a little interesting. His rough fingertips rubbed her slender and delicate neck twice, feeling her stiffness for a moment and then immediately relaxing, and then he pressed her close to her back and pushed her forward.

"Tell me what did you see?" He asked again, without concealing his identity in words, because he knew that the person in his arms had already guessed it. She is calm and wise, but it is a pity that after today, she may become a bone and grow here.

Guan Suyi looked up and said calmly, "Can I light a few more oil lamps in front of the altar? The light is too dim." Even if she is going to die, she has to know why she died. If she didn't see this painting clearly, she couldn't look at it even after she got down to Huangquan.

Emperor Sheng Yuan was almost amused. This woman is very funny. To put it literally, she is the most interesting woman he has ever seen. Killing her in this way made him feel a little regretful.

"Light a few oil lamps." He ordered in a deep voice.

A man in black emerged silently and placed a few oil lamps neatly on the altar. The sufficient light thoroughly reflects the whole picture of the painting, and it also makes the people behind him breathe hard and keep fingertips together. Guan Suyi had a premonition that as long as he exerted a little effort, his neck would snap off.

So this painting really is his weakness, or the demons are more appropriate. It also shows that the scenes in the painting must be closely related to him, and one of them may be him himself. Glancing at the signature and time in the lower left corner, and then inferring the age of Emperor Sheng Yuan, Guan Suyi came up with a shocking guess. But she didn't dare to show the slightest abnormality, only her pupils shrank slightly for a moment.

It was only then that she finally seized the gleam of life from the despair of "no doubt that she must die."

"Is the scene depicted in this painting actually happening?" she asked boldly.

"I have never seen anyone who is less afraid of death than you." Emperor Sheng Yuan said close to her ear, "Yes, it really happened." The left hand pressed on her shoulder slowly slid down and changed to surround her. Slender waist. In the eyes of outsiders, this was a very intimate action, but Guan Suyi knew that he had completely become a prey in his palm.

"So," she tried her best to make her voice more calm and flat, "I will put aside all the factors of strange power, can I analyze this painting only from a realistic perspective?"

"Yes." Shengyuan Emperor felt the body in his arms relax little by little, and finally nestled softly on his chest. This woman was smarter than he thought, and knew what to do to make the beast on the verge of violent lessen his desire to kill. Rebelling or running away will only make people die faster, and the only way to delay time is to stand still.

He must admit that when she showed obedience, when she leaned softly in his arms, he was willing to let her live longer.

Guan Suyi tried his best to behave harmlessly, and then slowly said, "From the perspective of brushstrokes, this painter is from the East, and his skills are very superb. He prefers realistic works rather than creations. Everyone in this painting A leaf and every weed has its own shape. Even the hair of this woman is depicted with traces of life, vividly on the paper. And you said that the scene in the painting is real, and it can be seen that this woman The painter should have witnessed the whole process with his own eyes."

Emperor Sheng Yuan only turned his head to look at her, his eyes deep and unpredictable.

Guan Suyi licked her lips and continued, "This woman is from the Jiuli ethnic group and has a noble status. You can tell from the clothes and jewellery she wears. She was bruised all over her body, and her clothes were torn. It can be seen that she ran away in the forest for a long time. , And finally fell to the ground. The blood pool was full of hungry wolves, with faint green light in the eyes, but never dared to approach it. Why? Where are the beasts that can't catch the smell of blood?"

"Why?" The Emperor Sheng Yuan, who originally only wanted to appreciate her dying and struggling appearance, was brought into it unknowingly.

"Have you seen the white powder scattered outside the pool of blood? This may be a potion to expel wild beasts." Guan Suyi inferred, "This woman has a way to defend against wild beasts, so the culprit that makes her embarrassed here is definitely not a beast. It's a human being. She may be in a chase, but she has to go on the road, and she has to be born. Have you ever seen a baby who is born with fangs and claws, and has a blue face and a scaly body? "At this point, she held the man's big hand on her waist, stroked it carefully, and whispered, "Your hand is the same as an ordinary person."

Without waiting for the other person to return, she said again, "Infants are the most vulnerable and harmless. If the mother fails to give birth to them, they will not even have a chance to open their eyes and look at this world. They will never grow up. The sharp teeth and sharp teeth slashed through the mother’s belly and broke out. The opposite is the selflessness and greatness of maternal love. I have seen many women who have dystocia. When the doctor asked the family whether to keep her senior or younger, Without exception, their answer is to keep their children alive. In order to keep their children alive, they are willing to give everything."

She raised her head, tears in her eyes, "So the scene in this painting is not terrible, but it is artificially distorted. In order to save her child, this mother cut herself with this machete. She cut her wrists again and nursed him with blood. The hand she placed on the baby's back was not to shake him off, but to hug him for the last time before dying."

She choked her throat and said in a dumb voice, "This is not a picture of the Rakshasa incarnation, but a picture of the Virgin Child Protector. The so-called truth is often concealed under twisted malice."

As soon as the voice fell, she felt the arms around her waist relax little by little, and the five fingers on her neck slowly moved away. Fresh air suddenly poured into her mouth and nose, causing her eyes to dazzle.