"Report! Prime Minister, something was blown up the cliff!"
Just as Meng Jiuan was roaring loudly and Qin Songmo was about to knock him out himself, a sudden report made the originally noisy snowy night suddenly fall into silence.
The moment the wooden stick fell, the sound of it landing was buried by the snow on the ground.
Qin Songmo's eyelashes trembled wildly, and even the fingers of his hands raised in the air were shaking.
Suppressing his pounding heart, he suddenly raised his head to look at the Royal Guards who had suddenly come running over. "What is it? Present it to me."
But the Royal Guards shook their heads and said, "That thing is very light, like cloth. The mountain wind is too strong, and no one can catch it..."
When Qin Songmo heard it was cloth, his eyes went dark. After barely gaining his footing, he continued to ask, "What color is it?"
"Your Excellency, it is pink."
It's pink.
The little girl thought that she should wear something festive when she was going to see her grandmother. She also said that it was a new year and she wanted her grandmother to feel the New Year atmosphere as well, so she specially picked out a pink inner dress.
My throat is so tight that I can't speak.
Qin Songmo blinked, and under everyone's gaze, two lines of tears slid down the corners of his eyes.
"...People won't be at the bottom of the cliff. Look for them in the middle of the cliff. Send people to drive stakes and send people down to look for them."
The Prime Minister, who had never lost his composure in public, behaved in a disgraceful manner for the first time.
He reached out to hold onto the pine tree beside him, letting the snow on the pine needles fall onto his shoulders and head without blinking. "Hurry up, send more people."
"No, take me over there. I'll see where that thing is blowing up from. I'll go and confirm the location."
His steps were staggering, and if Qingfeng had not stepped forward in time, Qin Songmo would have fallen on the snow.
Following the Royal Guards, they quickly returned to the edge of the cliff. The man in the ultramarine robe immediately stretched his neck and looked down the cliff.
Qingfeng stood beside him, his eyes also red, "Master, be careful."
Qin Songmo did not answer, his eyes were always fixed on the cliff below.
But the wind and snow were too strong. The heavy snow that was originally going to fall at the bottom of the cliff would soon be blown up by the mountain wind, making people's hands and feet cold, and even their cheeks were icy.
Qin Songmo stared at the cliff for a long time, with the mountain wind blowing on his face. During this time, he didn't even blink, for fear that he would miss the bright color.
At some point, Meng Jiuan broke free from the Royal Guards' restraints, ran to his side, and stared at the cliff below.
But that was the only time. After the Royal Guards saw the pink cloth, that bright color never appeared again.
On the cliff, no one dared to speak. Everyone held their breath and concentrated on doing the task just given by the Prime Minister.
No one dared to say whether the pink color was an illusion of the Royal Guards, and that in fact the piece of cloth did not exist at all.
Time passed little by little, so long that the hands, feet and cheeks of everyone standing on the cliff were frozen, but the piece of cloth did not appear again.
"Did he faint? Are all the stakes driven in? I'll go down and take a look myself."
Meng Jiuan withdrew his gaze and muttered to himself. Then he saw that the Royal Guards had already driven the stakes and were preparing to go down along the hemp rope.
He grabbed the other person and left him on the cliff, while he held the hemp rope tightly and prepared to go down to find his little daughter himself.
But at this moment, another touch of pink appeared in everyone's sight.
"It's cloth! It's blown up from the mountain!"
"Prime Minister, the young lady is still alive!"
"Hurry, hurry, go down and save them!"
When Qin Songmo saw that touch of pink, his pale, thin lips, which had been tense for a long time, finally raised an almost imperceptible arc.
He shook his head and pointed to a spot on the cliff. "Go down here. They're probably in this direction."
No one dared to question his words. Qin Songmo had been an official for many years and was the young prime minister of Da Chu. His mind must be smarter than ordinary people.
He had already pointed in the direction, and someone immediately started driving piles there.
After the piles were driven in, a dozen imperial guards and Meng Jiuan went down the cliff together.
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Li Shengyi had never felt that time passed so slowly.
It was so slow that she had counted several hundred times but still didn't see any reinforcements coming.
She turned her head stiffly to look at the figure lying in the cave, and raised the corners of her lips in a bitter smile, “Dad Shen, maybe I’m not lucky enough.”
Because I am not lucky enough, I may not be able to save your life or mine.
Because she was not lucky enough, she guessed wrong the time when her father would come to rescue her.
There was not much cloth left, and most of it fell back down halfway through its flight.
There were only a few pieces, and she couldn't see where they fell.
Perhaps this is why the King of Hell wants her to die at three o'clock in the morning and cannot keep her alive until five o'clock?
Li Shengyi thought to himself with a smile, and his already dizzy head became even more dizzy.
Although there was no mirror at hand, she could still imagine how red her little face was.
Keep the last few pieces of fabric you have on hand for later use.
She moved her legs, which were so stiff that she could hardly move them, and realized that she had been squatting for too long and had lost all feeling in her legs.
Helplessly, she could only crawl towards Shen Wangchen, “Dad Shen, do you think someone will come to rescue us later?”
Although there were two people in the cave, Shen Wangchen completely lost consciousness after he took her to climb up the cliff platform.
No one responded to her, and the bitter smile on Li Shengyi's face deepened. "The winter in the capital is really cold, even colder than where I used to live."
"Ah, I suddenly thought of a story, Daddy Shen, do you want to listen? It's about the little match girl, ah no, the story of the little match girl."
"You have to listen. I'm a little scared to be awake alone. Please bear with me for a while and listen. It's actually a good story. The protagonist in the story is very similar to us now."
......
“…The little girl struck the last match, and in the light she saw her grandmother smiling and waving at her.
The next day, when someone passed by the little girl, they found that she had frozen to death the previous night."
"This little girl is better off than us. At least she has matches in her hand. We have nothing and are just freezing."
“Dad Shen, it’s so cold…”
Hugging his knees with his hands, Li Shengyi buried his little head between his arms.
She could feel her whole body getting hot. She wanted to drink water and speak, but no sound came out.
She seemed to hear Meng Jiuan's voice vaguely, which was very nostalgic.
Unexpectedly, his end would be the same as that of the little match girl. Li Shengyi, who was in a coma, curled his lips into a bitter smile. When his frozen little hand was clenched into a fist, the protruding middle finger was particularly conspicuous.
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