Chapter 129 Is it an illusion
Located in the hinterland of Mobei, Wangting is halfway up a towering mountain range. From the foot of the mountain to Wangting, there is a winding and rugged road.
Although it is spring, the land in this mountain range is barren, with only a few touches of green sprinkled on the edges of the gray rocks.
Perhaps the royal family was unwilling to live in a harsh environment, so they tried to use wealth to enhance the presence of the royal court. Therefore, the royal court buildings were extremely luxurious, with glazed tiles and gilded walls everywhere.
The wind and sand are very strong. On weekdays, both men, women and children wear veils outdoors.
A circle of guards with knives stood around the courtyard, and several servants kneeling on the ground of Agate Pu City in fear.
Not far away, a young man wearing a black robe embroidered with gold and dark patterns was half-kneeling in the garden, digging soil with a shovel in his hand.
Next to him stood a sickly sweet-scented osmanthus sapling.
The old grandma stood hunched at the entrance of the courtyard and reported to the chief manager in front of her.
"You haven't seen it. After the little prince got up this morning, he saw that the sweet-scented osmanthus tree planted a few days ago was withered. He immediately killed the two slaves serving the osmanthus saplings. The other people serving in the courtyard were also punished to kneel until now. .”
Hearing this, the chief manager shook his head and sighed.
"This is the fifth tree. The sweet-scented osmanthus tree is not suitable for the climate of Mobei. It can be grown anywhere."
The old grandma was also sighing, "Who says it's not the case? But the little prince just likes the osmanthus tree, and no one can stop him."
Chief Steward: "The king said that the little prince has suffered a lot in living abroad these years. Let us all be more alert. As long as the little prince is willing, he can do whatever he wants."
The old grandma nodded, "Yes. I have remembered it. But it is not an option to continue like this."
The chief steward responded: "Well, so the king specifically asked the gardener of the royal court. The gardener said that the osmanthus tree is a product of the Duan Dynasty. If the tree is cultivated with the blood of the slaves of the Duan Dynasty, it will definitely survive.
The old mama suddenly realized, "No wonder the slaves this time were all selected from the Duanchao people. They turned out to be for raising trees."
While the two were talking, twenty delicate and charming female slaves were led to the entrance of the yard.
The chief steward asked them to wait, then walked up behind the little prince with a flattering smile.
"Little prince, the selected Duanchao slaves have arrived at the door. Do you think you want to pick a few to serve the sacred tree?"
That can't be said about the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. What the young prince carefully maintained was the sacred tree of the Mobei Royal Court.
The little prince carefully planted the sapling into the dug pit, but did not respond at all to the chief steward's words.
The chief steward had become accustomed to the little prince's indifferent temperament, so he said it shamelessly.
"Little prince, the Mobei slaves we selected this time are all beautiful-looking women. Women's energy and blood are gentle, and they are definitely the best at raising trees."
"The gardener said that if you water the sacred tree with the blood of slaves every morning, the sacred tree will survive."
Hearing this, the half-kneeling little prince finally reacted.
Just listen to the little prince's hoarse voice: "It's best to do this, otherwise... I will use your blood to grow trees next time."
The chief manager was so frightened that he did not dare to say a word.
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Outside the yard, Wen Wan's face was pale and she was so dizzy that she could hardly hold on.
The old grandma glanced over and saw Wen Wan's figure swaying. She walked over and kicked her calf.
"Stand still! Why are you moving?"
This kick finally made Wen Wan unable to hold on, and she fell forward.
The little prince walked to the door of the courtyard and happened to see this scene.
Half of the little prince's face was covered by black gauze, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.
He snorted irritably, scaring the people around him to kneel to the ground.
The old nanny thought that the fainted Wen Wan had hindered his eyes, so she kowtowed repeatedly to apologize.
"Little prince, have mercy! This useless Duanchao slave can't even stand. I'll have her sent back to the sheepfold of the two-legged sheep!"
The little prince had an unstable personality. Although he had only been back in the royal court for a short time, no less than a hundred slaves had been killed because of his anger.
There was once a slave who had his eyes gouged out just because he looked at him one more time. The old grandma broke into a cold sweat and was trembling all over.
There was no emotional change in the little prince's eyes, and he responded boringly, then raised his hand and pointed at the two slaves standing in front.
"Just them."
His voice was hoarse, giving people a creepy feeling.
After finishing speaking, he raised his feet and prepared to turn around and continue planting trees.
Suddenly, his steps stopped.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the fainted slave being carried away by two guards.
The slave's skin was very white, and the fingernails on the hanging fingers were a moist light pink, as if they were dyed with tanko, but they chose the least conspicuous color.
Someone once said that this color is low-key, luxurious and connotative.
The little prince put back his chaotic thoughts and called out to several people in a deep voice.
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"Wait."
Several guards stopped immediately.
The little prince strode over, his steps filled with eagerness and anxiety.
When he arrived, he raised his hand tremblingly and brushed away the messy hair covering Wen Wan's face.
The facial features were exactly the same as in his memory.
For a while, he maintained this stiff movement, as if time had frozen.
"Is it an illusion again..."
He murmured in a low voice, and his eyes turned red for a moment. He smiled self-deprecatingly, and said paranoidly: "So what about hallucinations? As long as I can see her again, that's enough."
Everyone on the side didn't dare to breathe, and they all carefully observed the little prince's reaction.
The first butler hesitated for a moment, then bit the bullet and asked cautiously: "Young prince...do you want to keep this slave?"
The little prince put back his chaotic thoughts and stared at Wen Wan's face for a long time. He did not answer the chief steward's question, but squatted in front of Wen Wan and raised his hand to touch her face.
He said to himself: "This hallucination lasted quite a long time, and this feeling is just like the real thing... It's really good."
Wen Wan fainted for a while and woke up this time. She was woken up by hunger.
She hadn't eaten for a long time, and she felt a pig's trotter dangling in front of her.
Pig's trotters are her favorite spicy flavor and are full of collagen. If you take a bite, your lips and teeth will be fragrant and you will be happy for a hundred years!
"Pig's trotters, my grilled and spicy pig's trotters..."
Wen Wan murmured, and followed her instinct and bit down on the pig's trotter that was brought to her mouth.
Everyone around him suddenly took a breath and watched helplessly as the slave boldly bit the little prince's hand.
It’s over!
According to the little prince's temperament, not only this slave will be cramped and skinned, but those who serve him will also suffer!
Even the chief manager was so frightened that he staggered to his knees and stammered in panic:
"What are you still doing? Pull this slave away! Didn't you see that the little prince's hands are bleeding?"
The guard next to him reacted and was about to hold Wen Wan's hand.
Contrary to everyone's expectations, before the guard met Wen Wan, the young prince suddenly raised his eyes and roared viciously.
"How dare you touch her!"
(End of chapter)