Spirit of the Phoenix: 37.Dragon

On the cold bluestone bricks, there is a black shadow reflected, with long hair and dove tail hanging down, it is clearly the appearance of a delicate girl.

The prince's heart trembled greatly, and a huge expectation was born out of thin air. He raised his head with shock and hesitation: "Tai'an?"

There was no one in front of him, but the black shadow reflected on the ground seemed to be disturbed, and disappeared in a flash. The bluestone floor was like ripples on the surface of a turquoise lake.

The crown prince's palms were already sweaty, he raised his head and looked at the "Saint Ancestor's Instructions" lying flat on the table, and gradually made up his mind, he lifted his feet and walked to the table.

The wound on the fingertips was still aching, the little prince lowered his face, pursed his thin lips lightly, pulled out a thin-bladed carving knife from the shelf, and pressed it heavily on the fingertips without hesitation.

Blood spurted out instantly, falling like thin threads on the open pages. The little prince held his breath and waited quietly until the blood gradually stopped, and no matter how hard the spread pages could bear, he fainted on the desk along the dark yellow spine, and finally waited for the black shadow that had just appeared.

The moonlight outside the window is extremely beautiful, and it is projected into the dim room along the gap of the window edge, like a white mist.

The little prince didn't dare to breathe out, the black shadow on the ground seemed to be a wolf smelling blood, floating on the bluestone bricks like a water surface, gradually approaching him like a snake.

The little prince clenched his fists tightly, and he secretly hid the carving knife in his sleeve, and pressed it tightly against his sweaty arm, sending out a slight coolness.

Suddenly, the black shadow reflected on the blue brick floor actually "stands up"! It was as if a human-shaped shadow puppet was fished out of the water, standing straight in front of the little prince.

The moonlight shines from behind, but the black shadow seems to be infiltrated by the white mist of moonlight, gradually changing from thick to light.

Like thick ink dripping into clear water, the black shadow drifted into wisps of black air, outlining a familiar yet unfamiliar figure.

The paper ghost Tai'an, whom the little prince had been with day and night for more than half a year, finally stood in front of him like a real spirit.

She has a slender figure and a thin waist. She is wearing a lake-green palace dress with a thick dovetail-like braid hanging down her shoulders, which complements her fair complexion. She has a round face, plump cheeks, and wide-open almond eyes. She looks like a little girl walking out of a New Year picture, born festively and cutely.

The little prince was still a little unbelievable when he arrived, and subconsciously wanted to hold her arm, but he stretched out his hand, but it was in vain!

His right hand passed directly through her arm, as if she was really an illusory reflection, gathered together by moonlight and floating dust.

The little prince's heart skipped a beat, his brows were furrowed, before he could speak, he heard the ghost Tai'an in front of him crying.

"What should I do?" She pounced forward, "Little prince, what should I do? I used to be a little smaller, thinner, and brittle, but at least I have a body! When Sima burned me, I was burned to ashes, and I was no longer a piece of paper, what should I do in the future?"

She cried sadly, big and big tears rolled down from her eye sockets, and tears ran down her palm-sized face.

He stretched out his hand, and patted her gently behind her like before, obviously wanting to laugh at her embarrassment at the moment, but his throat seemed to be choked, and he couldn't speak for a while.

The little prince is full of words and wants to say to Tai'an. He wants to scold her for being stupid enough to jump out at the birthday banquet and make himself what he is now; After the ashes, he didn't know how sad he was.

But he had been thinking about it for a long time, and just as he was about to speak, he was so annoyed by her whimpering that he wanted to laugh.

"Isn't it all your fault!" Tai'an choked, "The paper ghost always calls me that, as if he dislikes me. Now it's all right, I've done what you want, I'm not paper anymore !”

"I'm ashes!"

With teardrops on her face, she hiccupped from crying, "I don't even have a thin paper body, I can only use soot to transform into a shape. I am no longer a ghost of paper, I am a ghost of soot , Ash ghost!"

The heartache that filled his chest the last second was turned into a brain pain at this moment by her crying.

Hey, hey, the whole room is filled with the sound of her crying.

The little prince endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't help but said, "Shut up, you bastard."

After the sentence, he still thought she was going to jump up and scold him. Unexpectedly, she nodded obediently rarely, hiccupped and said, "Oh!"

Speak no more.

The little prince was surprised, and observed her carefully, only to find that her eyes were dull, and she seemed dizzy. He leaned forward, took a deep breath, and sure enough, he could smell the alcohol in his nostrils.

"Are you still drunk?" The little prince sighed softly.

No wonder she was so restless at the banquet, no wonder she was only willing to show up after several times of calling, no wonder she was also in an unstable state after she came out, it turned out to be deeply drunk.

The little prince breathed a sigh of relief, opened the "Teachings of the Holy Ancestors" again, turned to Tai'an and said, "You are drunk and your soul is not gathered, sleep well, maybe when you wake up tomorrow, everything will be as usual. ?”

Tai'an was kind and generous, and threw himself into the pages of the book. The little prince closed the book and put it beside his pillow.

This sleep lasted the whole day.

After dinner, Tai'an just woke up faintly, poking his head out from the pages of the book like a wisp of smoke.

"Have I changed back?" She stood in front of the little prince and asked desperately.

The little prince was writing with a pen in his hand. Hearing this, he glanced up at her and said lightly, "No."

Tai'an huffed and collapsed on the chair beside him, Qingyan's body curled up into a sitting shape, his face full of depression.

The little prince slowly put down his pen: "...the paper has been burnt to ashes, what do you expect? You should be glad that the torch that Da Sima burned you that night was not a phosphorous fire with talisman ashes on it, otherwise it would burn you to death , how can there be such a soot-filled appearance today?"

When the accident happened in Tai'an, the little prince had vaguely held the last glimmer of hope in his heart.

The "Teachings of the Holy Ancestors" that she possesses is still well placed in the East Palace. If her primordial spirit has not dissipated, there may be a one in ten thousand chance that she can still be revived.

He remembered the first time he met Tai'an.

At the mid-autumn night feast, he forced/raped/nurse-nurse, and was protected by his father under the pretext of confinement, and locked up in Qingliang Palace. His father gave him a copy of "The Instructions of the Holy Ancestors", and ordered him to copy it and reflect on it when he was in confinement. In private, he also sent a small carving knife and a few pieces of wood to pass the time when he was bored.

The crown prince was framed by thieves, and the emperor could do nothing to help him, and the only way to express his love was in these minutiae. The little prince's heart was mixed with gratitude and anger, and at the same time he was overwhelmed by the feeling of powerlessness like a rootless weed.

"Saint Ancestor Instructions" was spread out in front of him, he was restless and didn't want to copy it, so he just grabbed a piece of redwood and carved it.

He wanted to carve a Wuzhi Mountain, but Sun Dasheng was crushed under the mountain. But he was restless, and when he slashed with the knife, he chopped hard and scratched the back of his left hand with a swipe.

Blood dripped on the pages of the book, the little prince was taken aback and didn't rush to wipe it off, but how could he wipe it off. He became more and more irritable, and felt that such a "bloody" omen was too ominous, so he stabbed in anger, tore off the page of the book that was dripping with his blood, crumpled it up and threw it away!

After a stick of incense, the prince gradually calmed down, got up and went to look for the paper ball again, but he couldn't find it after searching all over the hall.

But on the bluestone tile floor under the desk, I found a paper-cut figure.

"Weren't you afraid of me then?" Tai'an couldn't help but widen his eyes when he heard him tell the past for the first time.

The little prince smiled lightly and shook his head.

At that time, his life was hanging by a thread. What is the difference between early death and late death?

It was only after she spoke later that he gradually realized that she was the little princess who died thirty years ago, Zhongzong's notorious youngest daughter, Tai'an.

"Zhenzong encourages students, and the poems are passed down, and Yan Ruyu is said in the book. The original meaning of the words is correct, but the taste gradually changed when it was spread. I grew up in the countryside of Luoyang when I was young. I once heard some ghosts and strange things from the old people in the country, saying that if the resentment persists, they will gather into spirits and attach themselves to the books. When a scholar opens a book, he will be the moth that seduces people's souls."

The little prince is a scholar, and his silence is strange and confusing. But it was the first time I saw a ghost possessed by a book like Tai'an, and I couldn't help but think of the things I heard when I was young.

"Since you are a moth spirit, you live by relying on blood energy." The prince frowned slightly, looking at Tai'an's half-empty and half-solid body, and said, "When you were in the state of a piece of paper, you attached to me, and it took half a year for you to be as big as a palm. A piece of paper grows as long as a forearm.”

"Although you are made of paper ashes and illusory, but fortunately your soul is still intact." He looked at her and told her, "Be good and stay by my side. I'm thinking about it, wait a little longer." In half a year, as the days go by, you can slowly recover your human form by absorbing the essence of the world."

Tai'an's eyes lit up suddenly: "You mean, I can slowly restore my original appearance by absorbing your blood energy?"

The little prince thumped in his heart, secretly screaming that it was not good.

Tai'an really climbed up the pole, and jumped in front of him in surprise: "Little prince, please do me a favor! Why don't you give me some more blood, so that I can quickly recover my adult appearance!"

The veins twitched in front of the prince's forehead, and he couldn't help scolding her: "It takes time for spirits to cultivate, who is as impatient as you? What if you are too full of blood and suffer backlash? Now that the primordial spirit is not damaged, Why don't you draw it slowly, lest you and I be implicated and hurt?"

Tai'an didn't listen at all, Xuxu held his arm and begged bitterly: "Little prince, please! I am in too much pain now, I can't wait half a day!"

She did not hesitate to ask for favor: "I became like this because of you, why are you so ignorant? Why don't you take your carving knife and let me bleed some blood!"

She chirped: "Not many, just one! Just one! Why are you so stingy?"

He is as steady as Mount Tai and remains unmoved.

Tai'an rolled his eyes and had an idea: "Little prince, you are wrong! I am not the moth spirit you said!"

The prince raised his eyes.

Tai'an racked his brains: "I am the fairy boy under the queen mother's throne... I live on blood on weekdays, so I am called... I am called a vampire! If you don't give me some blood to drink, I will disappear and cease to exist. ..."

The little prince couldn't bear it anymore.

Now her body is piled up in soot, and she can't move without being beaten or scolded. He took a deep breath and stood up, raised the "Saint Patriarch's Instructions" on the case, fanned a gust of wind, and blew her away with a whoosh.

"Don't make a fuss!" The prince rubbed his brows, "Let me be quiet. I have to meet my father tomorrow morning."

"Big Sima, I'm going to do something."