How to Survive As a Villain

Deeper, the palm lamp cuts the candle, and the night rain is cold.

Xiaofeng, who couldn’t blink for a long time, sat at the table. The candlelight pulled his figure very long. He rubbed the porcelain bottle in his hand, and the eyes were all sad.

Xiaofengyue knows the world warm and cold in this life.

When he was eight years old, Xiaofengyue’s parents died for a reason, and his family fell. He was sold to Wangfufu by his relatives and became a small slave. From then on, he was suffering from suffering.

When he was sixteen years old, Wang Yefu came to a violinist who had spent a year in the armor. When the old violinist played, Xiaofengyue was fortunate to be able to enjoy the presence of the prince, and this appreciation was deeply hidden in the palace. ,Inextricable.

It is a pity that the prince is confused and does not understand the beauty of the temperament. He only said that the singer was old and boring, and he did not look at him. He sent people away on the second day.

On the day of the old Qinqin's departure, there was a heavy rain, Xiaofeng Yue did not care about the punishment, drenched the rain and ran out of the house, stood in front of the old Qinqin, and pleaded with enthusiasm: "Can I touch your piano? Look, just a little, I I washed my hands."

The old Qinqin untied the piano on his back and handed it to Xiaofengyue. Xiaofengyue held the Guqin. If he got the treasure, he slyly tapped the strings and even popped a piece of music!

It was the section that the old violinist played on Wang Yefu yesterday.

The old Qinqin was shocked. He quickly taught the melody of Xiaofeng month on the spot. Xiaofeng month popped up one by one, without any mistakes. The old Qin teacher laughed at the sky and then went to the house to redeem Xiaofengyue from the palace.

Since then, there has been a little slave in the world, and a little Qinqin who has traveled with the master.

Five years later, the old violinist died, Xiaofeng month buried him thickly, traveled alone, the days have passed, but they are also very sweet, because of the extraordinary appearance, playing the piano is extremely high, and soon there are legends in the folk.

After the king of Nanyan State heard about it, please Xiaofeng entered the palace and made the violinist in the palace. However, in the first half of the year, Nanyan State was destroyed under the iron ride of the northern country.

Xiaofeng Yue did not escape, was captured in the North, and was later seen in the red sleeves, from the prison to Jingyang Palace.

On the last day of the prison, it was an anklet that the guard had solved for him.

At that time, the ankle of Xiaofengyue was worn by the iron chain, and the action was extremely difficult.

The guard was apologetic and said, "I am carrying you."

On that day, Xiaofeng was on the stable back of the guard, and he heard the guard whispering sorry to him.

Xiaofeng Yue asked why I apologize?

The guard answered and said that you suffered.

Xiaofengyue has suffered a lot in this life, but no one has ever said sorry to him.

On the second day, the guards blushed and took the pill bottle and carefully handed it to him: "I took it with him, and the healing effect is very good. Take it."

Later, the guard said: "The weather in this northern country is really cold. Can you stand it?"

The guard said: "I heard that you have traveled a lot of places. I have never been to the palace gate since I was a child. Is the world outside interesting?"

The guard said: "You don't have to watch the night, you talk to me, are you good? Just one hour, no, half an hour."

The guard said: "I went to the imperial dining room today and saw the sweet-scented osmanthus cake. I asked for a copy and brought it to you."

The guard said: "My name is Yang Liuan."

Xiaofeng Yue asked: "This world is much more exciting than this deep palace. If one day, would you like to travel with me to travel the world?"

Xiaofeng Yue asked: "I want to play the piano for you, can you?"

Xiaofeng Yue asked: "What is it?"

At dusk that day, Yang Liuan looked at him, a little affectionate, three-point shallow soil, half-walled sun: "Good, really nice."

The two gradually became interested in their love and affection, but because of their respective identities, they never did anything to do.

But in this palace like a cage, it is just a matter of heart and death.

Xiaofengyue gripped the porcelain bottle, and closed his eyes all of Yang Liu’s smile. For a long time, he opened his eyes and his eyes were determined and sad.

But there is no fear.