305 The Rise and Fall of the Royal City (Thirty-Four Chapters)
She wore a well-tailored denim mini-skirt, which accentuated her long, slender legs, making them appear even more fair and alluring. Her sweet eyes revealed a hint of longing, and she wore red high-heeled leather shoes and black and white striped athletic socks that clung tightly to her legs, making their lines appear even more balanced and smooth.
A young woman approached gracefully and asked gently, "Where are you from, sir? Would you like to come in and sit for a while? No one's home right now!"
She seemed to want to refuse but was also shy, standing tall and graceful, appearing both bashful and carrying a hint of barely perceptible confidence.
A blush crept onto her cheeks, as if hinting at something, yet unable to speak. She leaned slightly forward, as if wanting to get closer to something, yet restraining her impulse.
A beauty that feigns reluctance yet welcomes, a bud about to bloom, evokes contemplation; truly, it is like the ospreys crying on the river's islet. A handsome gentleman and a virtuous lady are its ideal match.
'I never knew I was so amazing!' I couldn't help but feel a little emotional. I didn't even know I was so outstanding!
Truly, a dashing young man, elegant and handsome, riding a white horse adorned with golden bridle, galloping swiftly northwest. May I ask whose son he is? A chivalrous young man from You and Bing, reminiscent of Zhou Yu in his prime, his heroic bearing radiating brilliance. With feather fan and silk turban, a gentleman of noble character, refined and polished, like jade being cut and polished, like carving and refining!
No wonder I was greeted so proactively; it's because I'm too outstanding.
Seeing this rare sight, he gently advised, "Miss, you should go back quickly; it's getting late and it won't be safe."
He thought to himself, 'Let me appreciate this scene a little longer.' It's not that I particularly love chrysanthemums in paintings, but after this flower blooms, there are no more flowers.
Upon hearing this, the girl turned pale and looked unwell. She let out a soft snort, but unable to retaliate, she could only leave quickly, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, the farm women, the vegetable washers, and the elderly in the distance all looked over with strange eyes, then slowly resumed their previous routine. The children continued to play, the elderly continued to chat, the women continued to wash vegetables, and the farmers continued to work in the fields.
Seeing that everything had returned to normal, I nodded in satisfaction. This is good, this is good, this is how it should be. Everyone is in harmony and happiness, such a beautiful scene on earth!
The attacks on the protective divine bell never stopped, but instead grew faster and louder. In the distance, the golden fields seemed to wither, and the number of village women washing vegetables dwindled.
Suddenly, a noblewoman appeared, dressed in a retro-style openwork long dress with a wide and gorgeous skirt, like a noblewoman in the palace. Her classic hairstyle was elegant and noble, her skin was fair and delicate, and she wore a small gold bracelet and a pair of short boots!
Her jade-like feet lightly tiptoed, just like a real person, so lifelike, rather than her feet not touching the ground. Every movement she made was full of charm. It's a pity, a pity, that it's not what I like!
The golden crops, now gone, seemed to have suddenly been struck by the wrath of the gods; the golden crops and emerald fruits were instantly scorched black. The lush green fields vanished in an instant, leaving only illusory ashes, a desolate wasteland that the wind could not disperse.
There was no smell of burning or black smoke in the air, but an unknown killing intent filled the air with a heavy atmosphere.
A mournful wind blew from afar, carrying a hint of desolation, as if lamenting for the guests who had not traveled from afar, reminding them, or perhaps hinting at its own unfortunate fate.
The farmers who were hoeing the ground had put down their hoes and were secretly looking around. Children, the elderly, and women washing vegetables also stopped and craned their necks, their eyes becoming increasingly frightening, like hungry wolves seeing delicious food.
The noblewoman approached slowly, gave a kiss, bowed to greet him, then slowly squatted down and bowed again, a standard bow, bending forward, less than a tenth of a foot away.
With gentle hospitality, the allure is irresistible. "Where have you come from, weary from your journey? Why not come and sit down at my home for a rest? Although we only have simple meals, the country vegetables are quite delicious."
"My lord, please follow me!"
She turned around gently, revealing a backless long dress, delicate and smooth, with a blooming peach blossom printed in the middle, dazzlingly red, showcasing a unique charm, beautiful lines, and captivating curves. The skirt swayed, making it impossible to look away.
Unfortunately, a deathly aura emanated from the surroundings, especially as it drew near. The attacks from all sides, more and more of them, were strange, hair-thin forces, like bizarre rays, that could not be concealed and came crashing down upon them.
Looking into the distance, there is no longer any peace and tranquility in the world. The skeletons hoeing the ground no longer hide themselves, nor do the young bones. The old people quietly waiting for death are finally free.
All around was desolation and decay; the trees rotted, and the stones emitted a strange stench, their surfaces pitted and uneven. Bones lay exposed in the wilderness; not a single living thing remained. The winds howled for thousands of miles, yet could not awaken the withered dead.
The beautiful woman before him was nothing but a skeleton, Zhang He's black skeletal jaw and coarse, tattered clothes. He had no happiness in life, and even in death, he could not find peace. How despicable!
The past is like a dream of yesterday, clear and warm, but today it is like fleeting smoke, like a wisp of smoke, gradually dissipating into the air without a trace as time goes by.
Today, what truly matters are the longing in my heart, the beauty waiting outside, and the anticipation at home—these are what I must cherish and protect.
Besides, it should be Qingming Festival here today.
There was no tremor, no sorrow. Memories of the past overlapped, and all that remained was silent mourning. He bowed his head gently and asked softly, 'Do you still have a wish? If it's simple, I'll grant it for you.'
"Guest, please follow me. You must be tired from your journey. Please come in and have a seat. We'll have a simple meal and you can rest a bit."
Repeated words, repeated endlessly; turning around, turning around endlessly.
She knew in her heart that there was no solution. Looking at the skeleton in front of her, she realized that it was also a suffering person from the border. All she wanted was two meals a day, enough to keep her warm and fed. Her husband was by her side, and her children were growing up healthy. She could hardly make ends meet.
A touch of sorrow, two clear tears, a faint question: 'Is revenge necessary? It's better this way, than to not find peace even in death.'
The skeleton seemed frozen in place, its mouth opening and closing without uttering a sound. Only its unconscious nodding betrayed a trace of its inescapable torment.
I nodded gently. "I know what you're thinking. After I understand what's going on here, I'll bury you and erect a monument for you. That's all I can do for you."
I'm so sorry! I'm really sorry! 'She said softly, her eyes welling up with tears, because sand had blown into them.'
A flash of cold light appeared, the blade moved like a dragon, and a flash of cold light was seen!
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