book of ten thousand words

Mr. Lin didn't speak again along the way.It's not an easy road to walk.On this point, I think he should know better than me.

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Walking, walking, passing through countless mountains and rivers, twisting roads and secluded forests, I don’t know how much time has passed, and I don’t know where I am, when I suddenly feel that the horses and horses stop.I can't help but move forward.

"Okay, the legendary Wanjuan Tower has arrived." I stabilized my body and said to myself.At the same time, he glanced at "Li Zicheng" beside him.His eyes were still glued together, as were his lips.He... the whole person is as illusory and lifeless as a pale shadow.Drops of blood were still oozing out from the wound, wetting the remnants of the prince's hastily used clothes to stop the bleeding...

Just watching, a drop of blood suddenly overwhelmed, and fell to the ground with a thud.

As Mr. Lin said, this car is the prince's special car.I looked down and frowned.

The floor is covered with hand-woven Persian carpets mixed with gold and silver threads.

This rug, rich in flowers and riches, is made of the softest and brightest wool from the belly of a lamb.Looking at the weavers, even the most dexterous master will spend at least a year... Not to mention the priceless, it is quite expensive.However, Li Zicheng's blood dripped on the carpet like this, and quickly formed an irregular and ugly blood flower.Crack, another drop of blood fell down, leaving thousands of streaks of blood on the Persian carpet... Once you become famous, your bones will die. This drop of Li Zicheng's blood today is just the most insignificant price in the wars of the past few decades.

My heart twitched, as if I saw countless pasts and futures in this bloody light.

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... After sitting silently for a long time, suddenly there was a crash, and the car door was opened.

A thin old man with a round face, a goatee, and a thin white face stretched out his face. He glanced at Li Zicheng without turning his eyes. Then someone outside promised, and carried Li Zicheng down like a package, and put him on a temporary cloth in the yard.

I think this should always be good news.The one just now must be "Doctor Duishan".Since he didn't say "buy it", if you take a closer look, it can be seen that there is still a glimmer of hope.Just as I was feeling comforted in my heart, I suddenly heard Dr. Xiangshan say: "Bury it. There is no way to save it."

It's like a thunderbolt, although it's actually not very loud.

"Is it really impossible to save?" It seemed to be the voice of the prince, and it seemed to be my voice.

The doctor silently shook his head, straightened his waist, and said, "The old man is incompetent."

"That's it, let's bury it." The prince pondered for a while, and asked people to start lifting the body.

After dawdling for so long, Li Zicheng finally turned into a corpse.There was a burst of bloody smell penetrating from the ground, and I felt a chill in my heart, as if I understood something: Did the prince really want to save Li Zicheng in the first place?

"Then, let's bury him in the cemetery at Jinchan Temple." The prince said in a low voice again, his expression looked quite lonely.Intent is always unpredictable.Is he sad?I took another look at the bloodstains on the ground, and my heart was in a mess.

"I'm afraid this is not very good?" Dr. Shan said, stroking his beard, trying to figure out what the prince wanted.

"What?" said the prince.Dr. Xiangshan held his cheeks as if he had a toothache, thought for a while, and said, "Have you forgotten where the Jinchan Temple used to be?" Where was the Jinchan Temple before?How could there be a cemetery under there?Why can't Li Zicheng be buried there?My mind was full of question marks.I can't wait to reach in and pull them straight one by one.

The prince doesn't care if the question marks in my mind are straight or not.As long as you understand what Dr. Shan is referring to, it is enough.But he just understood it, and didn't take it very seriously.He was stunned and said, "So what?"

Doctor Yushan hesitated for a while, and said, "I'm afraid that after he dies, he will not live in peace." The prince was silent for a while, and then changed his words, "Then bury him under Shangshan Mountain."

The conversation ends here.

And the deeper meaning in their words is still hidden in the unknown distance in this unexpressed chaos.

I was still sitting in the sedan chair in a daze. "Why isn't that song coming down?" The prince suddenly called me outside.I trembled in panic, hurriedly closed the curtain, and prepared to go down.As soon as I stood up, I suddenly found that my feet were cold and numb, so I flickered and sat down again. "Lin'er, go help Chuange down."

The prince saw me wobbling, and actually smiled, and said through the curtain.I am simply flattered.

Mr. Ying Lin was standing beside the car, when he heard this, he jumped into the car and extended a hand to me.I was even more frightened, and thought to myself, I was originally unlucky.Being served by him like this, wouldn't he lose another year and a half of his life? Quickly leaned over and got out of the car by himself.The young master glanced at me, got out of the car embarrassingly, and stood beside me speechlessly.

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