What should people who have nothing to fight against powerful people?

I ignored him and patted the tiger's head with my hand, and helped the sky onto the carriage. The tiger walked in front and the horse followed it.

I treated Cangqiong with a hint of blame: "Why don't you wake me up with such a big thing? You have to carry it alone?"

The sky rested on my legs, revealing a pale smile: "When I saw that your highness was sleeping, I couldn't bear to call you. It was because my subordinates were so proud that I would like to forgive me."

He apologized to me, and I lowered my eyebrows and looked straight: "It's not your fault, Cang Yan is gone, I don't want to lose you again."

Cangqiong turned up instantly regardless of the injuries on his body and knelt in front of me on one knee: "I worry your highness, I dare not do it next time."

I touched his colorful hair: "Cangqiong, did I really do something wrong?"

The sky was motionless, and I was the only one in my eyes: "Your Highness is not wrong, but the ones who are wrong are others."

I smiled far-fetchedly: "You are really good at joking. If I hadn't insisted on going down the mountain, if I hadn't been bewitched and thinking about the prosperity outside."

"How could Cang Yan die? It's all my fault. It made the people of southern Xinjiang live in poverty and made a teenage child the king."

The sky leaned on my hand and leaned on my knees: "Your Highness will never be wrong. It's all someone else's fault. Life is prosperous, everyone wants to see, and your Highness doesn't have to worry about it."

I often sighed out a breath of turbidity, how could I not mind it?

Everything has arisen because of me, and I have caused these things, and I have been thinking about it in my heart.

On the way out of the northern border, I met the army in the northern border. I looked at the burly them and thought of the soldiers in the southern border.

They also looked at me, and their eyes flashed with surprise.

A tiger roar turned the stunning in their eyes into surprise.

The tigers in the mountains are so fierce, not to mention that I call the most powerful king in the mountains. When it walks, it naturally has power, as if it can pounce on people anytime and anywhere.

In this way, I passed by the army in the northern border and arrived in the southern border. From summer to autumn, the leaves began to turn yellow.

The autumn begins to flow, and the border cities in southern Xinjiang are in a state of depression, and the people are displaced and they are not possessed. I feel distressed and pray for blessings to the sky.

I don’t know if the gods can hear it, but I prayed devoutly.

When it was late at night, I prayed to the sky.

My pious prayer did not allow me to see the light, the bloody mountains of corpses, the displaced people and the cry of children.

I wanted to shout, but I couldn't make a sound. I looked like a bystander, a bystander with blood on his hands, watching my people mourn all over the field.

The enemy waved his sword and looked at my people. I went to stop it. The knife slashed on my body, and the flesh was broken and the pain was so intense that it pulled me back.

My spiritual sense was pulled back, covered my chest, fell down in the soil.

The pain of my heart was like a knife, and blood surging from the corner of my mouth.

I couldn't get up, and looked at the sky. The stars in the night sky were bright and quiet and deep.

Everyone says I am the moon, I can’t even line up the stars, and there is no place for me in the sky, so I want to sacrifice to Si Qingsha.

"Amitabha." A familiar and ethereal sound came from far to near: "How could you be so embarrassed if you haven't seen each other for many days?"

I tried hard to raise my eyes and looked at the sound. I saw the banquet slowly walking towards me in a white monk's robe with scars on my head and picturesque eyebrows.

I lay on the ground and curled up, "I haven't seen you for many days, but you are becoming more and more fairy-like. How could you appear here?"

Si Yan walked up to me and squatted down, "I came over to save my life. I never thought of meeting an old friend. I didn't want to say hello, but... the old friend makes people feel distressed."

"I didn't control myself, and I thought about it. Are you okay?"

He is the child of my eldest sister and is closest to me. He wants to call me an aunt, but for my identity and his identity, we can only do this.

"I'm fine." My mouth full of blood and grinned at him, "The smell of dust and grass are all very good."

He wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth with his white and dust-free sleeves, and then lay on the ground like me, with his face pressed against the ground, and looked at me with clear and compassionate eyes: "The smell of dust and grass is indeed good."

"Where have the undead who have been saved?" I smelled the smell of Buddha sandalwood on his body, and my uneasy heart gradually calmed down, as if I had met a quiet and restless heart on the way to run, because this tranquility became quiet.

A hint of compassion appeared on the corner of Si Yanshi's mouth: "Of course, it's going to the world they want to go to."

"I am so compassionate." I sighed, moved my body and leaned towards him.

The banquet was not moved: "If there is a Buddha in your heart, then the Buddha will be there. If there is no Buddha in your heart, then there will be no Buddha. Buddha has never made people believe in Buddhism. It is because people believe in him that they have him."

My forehead was pressed against his arm, and I closed my eyes slightly: "Yes, my faith is from southern Xinjiang. When one day their faith collapses, I will no longer exist."

"Amitabha." The banquet answered me: "Everything has cause and effect, no beginning without reason, and no end without reason."

It was very cold underground, but it was not as cold as my heart.

I moved the corners of my mouth and didn't speak.

Smelling the smell of Buddha sandalwood on his body, he gradually fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up in a daze, and there was a lot of noise around me, and what caught my eye was the banquet serving porridge.

Many children and adults lined up to receive the porridge.

When Cangqiong saw me wake up, he quickly served me to wash.

I handed him the veil that had been wiped with my face, and Si Yanqi came over with a bowl of porridge.

There was a hole in the bowl, and the white porridge inside was thick and greasy, as if it had been cooked for a long time.

Si Yanshi looked picturesque and handsome, not like a monk at all, but like a handsome young man. No, he was born with a prominent background and was originally a pride of heaven.

I took the porridge bowl with both hands, took a sip, and my stomach became warm.

Si Yan returned to the banquet, and I took a sip and looked at him, just like watching him eat.

At the time of the afternoon, Siyan met someone to pick me up to the palace.

This thirteen-year-old child became an emperor in southern Xinjiang. He was very resilient and had good means. At least in the past year when the war between southern and northern Xinjiang was fought, every choice he made was right.

Let the southern Xinjiang be invincible and the northern Xinjiang fail to get good things. In time, I believe that this child will become a famous person in history books.

Si Yanqi was unwilling to go back with me, so he clasped his hands and said to me: "There must be some destiny, but don't force it if you don't have time. You and I will see you again in the end."

"The short separation is just for the next time I see you. The Buddha is compassionate and spread the world. You are the support of southern Xinjiang. Go back and don't leave southern Xinjiang again."

I laughed, not in my eyes: "Take care more, do you know what day I die, remember not to forget, come and collect the body."

Oh, I forgot that I am going to be sacrificed. I will not leave any body, and I will not even leave a name. I will only leave a high priest of all generations, including everyone in all generations.
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