I Shocked the Globe

Chapter 166 Hugging My Little Poor (58)

The child was hiding behind the pillar, but the shadow of the pillar could not cover a pair of shimmering eyes. His pupils were not dark in color, beautiful in color, and contained crystal drops of water, staring at them quietly.

"Don't come," he said, his young voice trembling slightly, but his voice was indifferent, and he stepped back, refusing them to reach out and touch him.

He squeezed his pale lips, and his tender hands loosened the post.

The palace attendants were stunned.

This young child's character is a bit surprising. In the scene just now in the temple, the child usually cried out in fear.

The little prince was silent.

He clasped his sleeves and walked out. The delicate but pale face made the palace attendants who saw him bow their heads and sighed in his heart.

Still so young...

In the palace, the empress turned her head calmly, watching the child come over.

The other party raised his head and stared at her with clear and clear eyes.

He stared at the blood on the ground again.

The empress looked at him for a while, and then turned to the palace attendant lightly: "Keep him. The long face, it should be useful in the future."

Gong Shi whispered: "Yes."

The empress didn't look at him again, lifted the skirt angle, turned and walked out of the hall indifferently.

Little Nanhuai stood on the spot and heard her cold voice: "As for the one who offended Xiaoer, give him a glass of poisoned wine and set it on fire."

The palace attendant froze slightly: "Fire on fire?"

People who are executed by the general rules of the palace, even if they are killed, throw them to the mass grave, and they will not burn the body with fire.

It is a very serious matter to set fire to the body. If the corpse capital does not stay, the dust will disappear, and it will really no longer exist in this world.

The empress just yelled, "Xiao'er was wronged this time, and you know his temperament... He doesn't want to be cruel if he doesn't do it. Just do it. After that, send someone to tell Xiaoer."

"Yes."

The dialogue and footsteps are gradually gone.

Here, the two palace attendants had some sympathy, sighed and looked at the little prince in the cold palace, raised his hand to close the door gently, and followed the queen away.

The light in the hall dimmed.

The little child was sitting alone in the hall, with no expression on Bai Nen's cheeks, his eyes softly ticked his white soft fingers, and his eyes were barren.

After a while, he got up and ran to the door, gently pulling the door open with his small hand.

No one guarded the cold palace.

The empress did not leave anyone.

She said that he was left, but she did not send someone to take care of it, which obviously meant to let the child spontaneously die.

The child's light and beautiful pupil flashed a little daze, biting the lip and slowly walking forward.

With the voice of someone in the side of the hall, the child was quiet and walked along the vocals.

He stood far behind the palace gate.

The palace people dragged a large bag out and discussed in a whisper for a few minutes. Some of them took the torches and lit the fire.

The child looked at it from a distance, first stunned, and then realized what he was, his face was pale, staring at the palace attendants in the distance.

The red flaming tongue touched the big bag and slowly burned, and everyone around was silent.

Slowly burned to ashes.

The choking fireworks spread out, and the scattered dust rose.

Obsessed.

The little child looked up at the sky with light-colored eyes, reflecting the blue sky and scattered dust floating in the air.

Small hands gently grasped the sleeve.

This ashes-what his father taught him.

The final truth.

(End of this chapter)