Chapter 2 Si Nv Linglan

When I woke up, I found that I was lying on a wide **, and I had changed into a white gauze skirt. It was very plain, without even a decorative pattern. Everything seemed to be a dream, and there was no trace of the sword wound on my neck.

"Ling Si Nu, are you awake?" With a soft cry, a girl in green with a delicate face fell in front of my bed.

"What did you just call me?" I jumped up from **, and the high tone was a little scary.

"Ling Si Nv, they asked me to take care of a Nv named Ling Lan. Is there anyone else here besides you?" She asked rhetorical.

Could it be that I became their Linglan when I was confused? Sacrifice to the priest? I suddenly lost my mind.

"Ling Si Nv!" She raised her voice to attract my attention, and then said calmly, "I'm still the same. Please forgive me for taking care of the place where I don't take good care of."

"Still," I tentatively said, "You... Well, do you know me? I mean, Linglan."

He still looked at me, then shook his head and whispered, "I've never seen a lady. As soon as I came to the priest's house, they asked me to take care of a maid. Today is the first time I take care of a girl.

"Oh." I answered, and then slowly walked out of bed and sat down to the window.

I'm still very interested in combing my bun.

The dead trees all over the mountain outside the window have just sprouted, and the green dots are refreshing. At this time, I was a little confused. Did my employer betray me? In such a big place, someone should know Linglan, right? It's not so easy to change people in broad daylight, is it?

Before I came here, I heard that there is an ancient sacrificial ceremony in the priest's hall every year. It must worship the god of heaven with the pure body of the daughter of a mortal born in the dark to bless the city without disaster. It is said that people outside the city rarely have the opportunity to witness this ancient sacrificial ceremony; and people in the city also have to go to a certain level before they can watch the ceremony.

When I still tidy up my thin hair in my ear, it was a little itchy. It suddenly occurred to me that night, their king also took care of the long hair in my ear. At that time, I felt itchy and numb to my heart. I can't tell whether it's me or him in the dream mirror?

Why did I fall asleep? What happened after that? I can't understand. But for whatever reason, I have to find someone who knows Linglan to clarify my identity.

But soon, I realized that I was isolated. This courtyard is located alone in the mountains. I can see far away, but my body can't travel too far. Every time I take a certain distance, I can't move forward, as if there is some kind of power hanging in the air, such as an invisible high wall. No matter how hard I try, I can't break it, and I can't use my little spells. Only one place seemed to be a gap, guarded by more than a dozen sweats. Every few days, I still go there to get daily necessities from special people.

Still, it has become my only person to talk to.

"Your king..." I paused and asked, "Does he have a name?"

At this time, I was leaning lazily on the bench by the window.

Still put down the quilt that was being sorted out, looked at me in a daze, and squeezed out a few words for a long time: "You are not from the city, are you?" After that, she laughed again and then said, "It's impossible. The priest has to be screened layer by layer. The requirements are very high."

I waved to her to sit next to me. I've been meditating by myself these days, but I've suffocated her. Today, when she saw me taking the initiative to open the chat, she was very happy. She hurried over and sat down next to me. She poured a cup of tea and whispered in my ear, "Actually, no one knows the real name of Wang. He himself said that he had the same name as the city. But everyone calls him Your Majesty.

"Nameless?" I read it.

"It's Your Majesty!" She tried to correct me, and then continued, "I have wanted to be a priest since I was a child. However, I was not born in Yin Shi, so I inquired everywhere, hoping to find a woman who was not born in Yin Shi as a precedent, so that I can also have an opportunity to make an exception.

She took a sip of tea and then said, "Don't say it, I really haven't found it."

If I pass, it will be a special case, I sighed in my heart. I'm not born in the dark. Even if they are looking for a scapegoat, they have to find someone who meets the requirements, right? It's so irresponsible. Aren't you afraid that the gods will really split them?

"Well, I didn't find the special case, but I know a lot." She began to get excited and continued, "For example, in addition to Yin Shisheng, she must be a mortal. If you voluntarily send a woman who meets the conditions to enter the hall, she can also be appointed as an official and a reward.

"The woman is to protect the safety of one party, which is a kind of glory. Now, there are officials again. Which poor family doesn't look forward to? It is said that in order to protect the woman's purity, she was brought to the palace to raise her at the age of three or four.

"So, why didn't I see other women?" I couldn't help interrupting her. Since Linglan grew up in the palace, other women should know her, right?

Still stunned again: "Sister, are you frustrated? This is the priest's house, not the palace. You have passed through the Si Nvjing, and you are the daughter of this year's divine sacrifice.

"Ah?" I smiled bitterly and said hurriedly, "I remember that I was very dizzy at that time, that lady mirror--"

"It is said that the female mirror was given by the ancient gods. Every year, three months before the ceremony, the ladies pass through the mirror. It is said that a priest's figure will appear on the vest of the priest chosen by God. After that, the selected girl stayed in the priest's temple until the end of the ceremony.

"I don't have any graphics on my back." I can't help saying it.

"Puff!" He still laughed, "This is the will of God. It is said that only Wang and the three masters can see it. How can we ordinary people see it?

Desperate, I'm afraid I will never be able to prove my identity.

Still, it still seemed to suddenly remember something and shouted, "No way, you don't even know the Si Nvjing. So, how did you get here?"

"Me? Didn't I go to your Wang to make an affair? I don't know how to get here." I look very helpless.

"Ah, you have seen our king. What does he look like? Tell me quickly, is he good-looking? The interest still increased greatly, and the eyes of worship were scattered all over the ground.

I can only smile with a wry smile, like comforting the child, and say, "Good-looking, he is a very good-looking person."

He still smiled contentedly and continued, "If you live here, except for our servants, you can only see others at the ceremony."

I squeaked my teeth. No matter who betrayed me, they just took this rule and were cruel to the end. When I finish sacrificing, I don't think I can bring you out and sacrifice to me.

"Yes, still, do you know what the festival is like?" I asked curiously.

"I don't have that grade to see. It is said that the ceremony is recorded in the book, but I'm afraid I don't even have a chance to read the booklet. His face is still full of yearning.

"Is there any way to get a brochure? I also want to have a look." My interest is also greatly **.

Still thinking about it, a pair of very childish big eyes blinked, smiled and said, "Okay, I'll try."

I moved my shoulder, as if I was looking for a more comfortable position to lie on my back. Still pass me half a cup of tea. I took a sip and suddenly missed the feeling of the teacup, the feeling that he contained in his mouth.

A few days later, I still really wrapped a book with black pressed cloth and said with a proud smile, "I can only get the next volume. You can read it first and tell me after reading it. I actually don't know the word."

I opened the book curiously and thought that they were kind to me, and at least sent a good sister to accompany me.

Since there is only the second volume, I can only see it from the second half of their sacrifice. It's nothing more than a group of people in power, gathering together, chanting spells, and doing enough of what should be done. At that time, there will really be a disaster. It's not their fault, so they have to complain about it.

I think, just do it. It's just a sacrificial ceremony. After that, I don't want to have anything to do with them anymore. I have to go to the master.

However, when I saw the last paragraph of the text, it seemed to knock heavily on people and almost fainted:

The woman, Wan Chun's body, must be burned with the heavenly fire...

Yes - the death sacrifice of the living!!

It turned out that they changed me without taboo, because the dead can't speak.

But I'm obviously with their king. They are so taboo about this king. How can they change me?

Suddenly, the bell in the room rang softly. That was the meaning of someone passing a message, but he still ran out in a hurry. I looked out of the window. It was the usual water delivery boy. I didn't care about it. I continued to think in my heart that I had to see their king no matter what. There is no doubt that it is my employer who wants to save people, who are most likely to use me as a substitute.

Still ran back and said to me nervously, "The brochure can't be left here. Someone has to take it away as soon as they find it. Tell me the wonderful parts when I come back.

Looking at her walking with the water delivery boy, my world calmed down again.

I thought of the three dreams I had for him. No! It should be four. What am I going to do for the last one? They told me that after the third dream, when they mentioned the name "Linglan", their king just shook his mind and meditate on "Linglan?" After that, there was no expression.

So they felt that my dream seemed to work a little, but it was not enough.

What's wrong with me? I created a very familiar feeling for him. That kind of warmth is what lonely people are most afraid of but what they yearn for most. I believe he is lonely. In the dream, his eyes were the kind of cold that fell to the bottom of the ice lake. It was so cold that I wanted to hold him tightly and give him everything I had.

I did it. That night's dream was lingering. Now I think about it, it's so real. Does he feel the same way? When he was most vulnerable, wasn't that kind of warmth what he longed for most?

The fourth dream, I want to appear in front of him in his most inadvertently and give him the most beautiful smile. Then, take him to see the lanterns. That day, I chose the Lantern Festival. In his memory, he has never felt a family reunion. I understand the loneliness in the depths of his memory and want to create a dream of family reunion for him.

But why did he suddenly wake up? Do they want him to wake up?

If I am really Linglan, will he really change this ancient ritual for me?

I finally understand what they want.

The next day, I didn't see it and came back. On the third day, I saw still. At that moment, I wanted to stab myself to death. They removed all the senses, cut off her tongue and nose, poked her ears, and dug out her eyes. I know that after the sacrifice, they will take her life, just like pinching an ant to death. They let her back today just give me a warning.

It still seems to be dozens of years old all of a sudden. I began to tell her about the grand scene of the festival, although I knew that she couldn't hear it. I began to help her walk in the house, familiarizing herself with various places. I also picked up the daily necessities delivered by myself. Sometimes, I heard her sobbing sadly at night, and I was so sad that I shed a lot of tears. During the day, we live comforting each other as if nothing has happened.

I really don't know how long we can live. The green buds of the trees in the mountains have grown all over the branches, and the sky is beginning to heat up. I smell the smell of summer.

My world is completely quiet in this way. I think what they want is that I die quietly.

This is a forgotten world, a world that can only wait to die quietly.

For the first time, I felt an unprecedented fear.