Chapter 483 Wang Ruyi

The man opened his lips like yesterday, but no sound was made, only lip movements were used to communicate. ♦♦  ♦♦It was the prisoner whose self-esteem was shattered, who was suffering, and whose true self was covered in dust, that she read his lips and said: "Drink?"

Her eyes were red, and she looked at the figure on the window sill, with ripples. Since she was stripped of her name, she had only received half an inch of equal attention from that white coat.

The drinking buddy came in the middle of the night, perhaps because of God's pity, or perhaps because of something else. She lowered her head, bit off the wine cap with her mouth, and took a big sip. Although she was very embarrassed, the wine went into her heart, and she was drunk. The hardships on the road, the humiliation in the building, and the uncertainty of the future seemed to have faded a lot.

The wine was mellow, like plum blossoms in the twelfth lunar month, like the warmth of spring, and added a bit of unique time.

With yesterday's experience, she deliberately drank a little more, and then lay on the ground, savoring the taste of the wine, and looked up at the person on the window sill.

"So handsome..." She thought to herself, unwilling to look away. There have always been too few beautiful things, and things that are willing to be good to her.

Especially at this moment, being stripped of her name, everything will disappear, like a human but not a human, wrapped in a black robe for life, it is a blessing in disguise to have such an encounter.

Even if the first half of her life was glorious, at this moment of death, she can still drink a sip of "beheading wine", which can add a little bit of alcohol to the journey ahead.

But it's not bad.

Li Changxiao smiled and stretched out his hand, and the gourd flew into his hand. He drank it in big gulps, and drank several big gulps in a row, which made the prisoner greedy.

Li Changxiao said with his lips: "What's your name?"

The prisoner read his lips, and then his whole body trembled, tears suddenly flowed from his eyes, and he became choked. What's the meaning of calling a name?

She is already a nameless person.

So she shook her head lightly and stopped answering. Seeing this, Li Changxiao said again: "My name is Li Changxiao."

"Li Changxiao... Changxiao..." The prisoner weighed every word, pondering the charm of the words, and felt that the mother in white should be a very gentle person.

She didn't want her son to become a dragon, but she wanted her son to smile.

Perhaps... he was also a very gentle person.

Li Changxiao asked again: "I should know you, do you owe me two sips of wine... No, three sips, you just drank a sip secretly."

Seeing these words, the prisoner, who was originally sad, smiled for some reason. Although her face was covered with mud, her smile was creepy, and the arc of her eyes was very beautiful.

She hesitated for a long time, opened her lips and said: "Wang..."

As soon as she uttered a word, she felt flustered, and the strength of her whole body seemed to be drained away. Her breath was blocked in her chest, neither up nor down, as if someone was strangling her throat.

She had cold sweat on her forehead, and her eyes showed pain. She wanted to give up, but she saw the encouraging eyes, and the guest sitting on the window sill was always looking at her gently.

Without a trace of discrimination, the gaze was as red as the sun, shining into the dirty, smelly, and dark stable that the moonlight did not want to step into.

She actually had the illusion that she was standing in the sun again. She opened her lips again.

She was afraid again, not knowing what she was afraid of, but the fear spread throughout her heart, filled her whole body, and converged to her limbs and bones, even to every hair and every toe.

"Power and status will eventually dissipate, like a passing cloud, only the true self will not, friend, tell me your name." Li Changxiao no longer spoke with his lips, his voice was light, and it reached the prisoner's ears.

The next moment, the prisoner closed his eyes and broke into a voice: "Wang Ruyi."

The voice was hoarse, like two pieces of sandpaper, rubbing against each other.

After speaking, she gasped, as if she had used up all her strength. She looked around and suddenly woke up. Although she lived in a stable, the filth and stench lingered in her nose, and flies were around her ears, she was not wrong.

She is still Wang Ruyi. Her power and status may be stripped away, but her true self cannot be stripped away.

That is her true self. She is called Wang Ruyi.

"May everything go as you wish. Hello, Wang Ruyi." Li Changxiao leaned against the window sill. The breeze blew by. He bent his cup with his fingers and toasted a glass of wine to the depths of the stable.

Wang Ruyi's heart was filled with ripples. She stared at the window sill blankly. At this moment, in her eyes, the moon and the people reflected each other, spotless. How could it not be a beautiful painting?

When the breeze blew by, she came back to her senses. The window had been closed.

Whether it was a dream or a person, she was like a treasure, savoring the remaining wine in her mouth and the elegance of the person on the window sill.

"Thank you." Wang Ruyi murmured. She lay down lightly and fell asleep like this. Although she was still in pain, still afraid, and still scared, her heart was different.

The punishment of stripping her name can strip her name in the world, but it cannot strip her true self.

I am Wang Ruyi, why should I not speak up?

…

Dayu City.

Deep in the imperial city, the young girl Xiaozhen has sat on the dragon throne as she wished, looking down on all living beings, and has become the most noble person.

With the help of the mermaid, she wanted to chop off the empress's head without any effort and put an end to it.

But Ji Beiming told her that this was inappropriate. After another conversation, she realized that the throne was not as simple as she imagined. She sat on this chair, but put on the robe. All the thousands of dresses in the bedroom were also worn by her. Although many of them did not fit, she tried them a few times and was extremely jealous and angry. She dug a big pit and burned all the clothes together with some pens for governing the country.

Ji Beiming told him that the emperor of any country is a person who carries the destiny, shoulders the destiny of a country, and bears the life and death of all people. Although Xiaozhen, who was born a beggar, relies on the secret help of the mermaid, she cannot be considered an emperor.

There are only two and a half ways to change the country. One is to raise an army and seize it violently.

The second is to abdicate.

The last half way is to steal. The first two ways are impossible for Xiaozhen to meet. She is willing to ask Ji Beiming for help, but they all know that Xiaozhen is not cut out for this.

Raising an army requires courage and boldness, and requires operation and development. Abdication also requires strength and foundation, and requires the world to accept the throne. Therefore, the only feasible strategy is the last half of the method, that is... stealing.

Stealing the throne, and stealing the luck, putting the national destiny on the shoulders of the original emperor on Xiaozhen's shoulders. The mermaids should be good at this, and stealing with dreams has long been a precedent.

However, stealing dreams and thoughts is especially possible, but the national destiny dare not be touched, or it is not easy to touch.

Ji Beiming, the young girl Xiaozhen, discovered the punishment of stripping her name at this time. Xiaozhen thought it was more appropriate than beheading, and Ji Beiming thought that this trip would break the emperor's heart. The emperor's heart was broken, and his luck was scattered, which would naturally be easier to steal.

So the two hit it off and sentenced the empress who was taken out of the deep palace to strip her name. Xiaozhen saw the process of the punishment with her own eyes.

She looked at the empress and saw the fear in her eyes when she saw the stripping torture device. Wrapped in the rope of guilt, covered in a body-covering robe that could not be taken off, and then covered in mud, her appearance was completely changed.

She felt that it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"Strip her name and send her to the southernmost land." Xiao Zhen imitated her and gave the order.

At this moment.

Deep in the palace. Ji Beiming's eyes flashed with a trace of irritation.

I never thought that a mere mortal emperor would be so difficult to deal with. The heart that was about to break just now stabilized.

I can only wait for the next journey.

"Brother Beiming, what are you thinking about?" Xiao Zhen came.

"Nothing." Ji Beiming smiled gently, "Did you change into a new skirt?"

"Does it look good?" Xiao Zhen danced gracefully, full of expectation.