(2-in-1, together today and tomorrow)

On the 1st of Dew, the almanac turned over and came to the year 527 of the Huoyao calendar.

The hustle and bustle of yesterday's war has long since come to an end, and in the new year, history has entered a new process - the supreme ruler of the kingdom, Doglander XXVI, announced his abdication, and the era of the Laurel Queen is over.

After Solandale abdicated, instead of staying in the palace to accept Chino's protection, she chose to leave, leaving her scarred homeland and finally nothing.

Early in the morning, Solandale packed up her usual clothes, took some water and dry food, and set off.

Unlike countless previous separations, Chino did not come forward to accompany Solandelle.

This time, there is no one to protect her, and she has to face the storm on her own.

The snow stopped overnight last night, and it started to snow again during the day today, and the sky over the royal city was covered with snow clouds, obscuring the rays from the sun, bringing a thick gloom to the ancient city.

The streets that must be passed out of the city have been controlled by the forbidden army of the royal city, and the black oppressive crowd is separated by a cordon on both sides, spreading far away to the end of the sky.

How many people are gathered here? Uncountable, really countless, so many that it seems that the whole city has gathered here just to witness the end of the "Queen".

According to common sense, this number of people is often associated with noise and noise, but at this time, the royal city is as quiet as a dead city, and the crowd is depressed and silent, and they all look coldly in the direction of the palace, waiting for the arrival of a person.

I don't know how long it took for Solandelle to finally appear in everyone's sight, she didn't ride in a carriage, she didn't ride a horse, she just looked down at the ground, and walked slowly.

When Solandale appeared, the original dead silence was broken, and the crowd of people began to surge, and they let out one boo after another, ignoring the cordon blocking the streets on both sides, and rushed into the ranks of the Forbidden Army, pouring towards Solandale.

"It's coming! The damned puppet king is out! ”

"She is trying to confront my lord! Don't let us enjoy life! ”

"Self-righteous, hit her! Kill her! ”

Agitated people poured in from all directions, and if it weren't for the strong enough of the forbidden army, the front would most likely be crushed in an instant, and all that awaited Solandale was to be trampled to pulp.

The forbidden army held their shields, struggled to contend with the crowd, and maintained the stability of the front, but the gap in numbers was really huge, just like in the face of an overwhelming flood, they were under more and more pressure, and it was inevitable that there would be fish that slipped through the net.

In the crowd, a diminutive woman was already sweating profusely, but she still squeezed to the front with round eyes, almost stretched her arms to the point of dislocation, and finally used her fingernails to scratch a few blood marks on Solandale's face.

She roared heartbreakingly, "Bad seed! If you hadn't angered my lord and sent a divine punishment, my child would not have starved to death in the province of Flying Kites! You give my child back!! ”

Although the short woman was quickly pushed to the rear, her "feat" of scratching Solandelle's face drew cheers from the crowd, and the crowd became even more turbulent.

Before Solandale could wipe the blood off her face, she was suddenly punched in the back of the head, and the whole person fell to the ground.

I saw a scar-faced man squeeze out of the crack in the human wall at some point, he chased Solandelle and kicked it several times, and scolded: "Dog thing! Think you're amazing, don't you? Yes? How dare you confront our lord, and say that it is for the future of the kingdom, for the sake of saving us? ”

"Are we begging you to save me?! Did we say we were having a bad time?! ”

"When our Lord is still here, we are carefree every day, and we don't even dream when we sleep, because no matter how beautiful a dream is, there is no real happiness."

"It's good for you to withhold our food and drink, force us to go to work, and make a mess of our lives with your new deal!"

"You have ideals, you can! But why do you use your own ideals to kidnap our lives?! ”

When the scar-faced man said this, he spat on Solandelle and continued to scold: "I am still ashamed to say that the old government enslaved people and treated them as animals, and the new law is to protect our personality from being enslaved."

"I love to be enslaved! What's wrong? I just like to eat, drink and be merry every day without having to think about anything! I'm just going to be my lord's dog! I love being a dog! I'd love to be a dog! Cheap breed, can you manage it?! Woof! Woohoo Woo Woo Woo T ”

As he spoke, the scar-faced man actually learned to look like a dog, running around in front of Solandale with his hands and feet, and barking non-stop from his mouth.

The people laughed when they saw this, and it was not a mockery, but a laugh of approval and approval, just like . I met a confidant and said what I had always wanted to say in my heart.

They laughed and barked with the scar-faced man, and they followed the dog's example, with their hands raised in front of their chests, and their tongues stuck out to breathe through their mouths.

The dogs barked one after another, and the crowd was full of ugliness, and they were proud of it, as if they felt that it would hurt Solandale's self-esteem.

Solandale didn't speak, just looked at the animals who had voluntarily given up their personalities with a sad gaze

When the crowd comes, not everyone approaches from the ground, and there are also some "smart people" who climb to the houses on the side of the street early to occupy a high position to watch the excitement.

Standing on the low house beside Solandale stood a one-eyed old man with dark and wrinkled skin and a brand on his wrist, a sign of slavery in the old days.

The slave, who had been despised by everyone, stood at the highest place on the side of the street, wearing a silk coat from a tailor's shop, carrying a jar of wine and a roasted leg of lamb in his hands, and laughing and watching Solandelle's dejected appearance as he ate and drank.

During the previous counterinsurgency war, warm clothes, alcohol, meat, etc. were given priority to the front line, and ordinary people could not reach them.

Now the one-eyed old man can wear silk and eat and drink with wine and meat, and there is only one possibility, that is, on the day of Chino's return, he will replenish supplies for the royal city, and the material conditions will return to the old year overnight, back to the era of drunkenness and gold.

Judging from the bulging belly, the one-eyed old man had overeaten, and his long-suppressed appetite was suddenly released, making him eat and drink all night yesterday, and his belly was about to burst.

He couldn't eat a single bite until now, but he still wouldn't stop.

He bit off a piece of meat from the leg of lamb, chewed it in his mouth, and spit it directly at Solandelle without swallowing after tasting it.

It's the same with wine, it doesn't matter if you can't drink it in your stomach, pour it into your mouth and rinse your mouth, taste it, and spit it out at Solandale.

He used to be a slave and grovel for a bite to eat, and he hid an extra piece of bread that his master could reward, and then took it out to eat when he was so hungry that he couldn't stand it.

And now, he squandered delicious food and wine, indulged in drunken dreams and death, and did not cherish or care about it.

Because he knows that the gods have returned, and no matter how much he wastes, the supreme Lord will support him.

The crowd is excited, surging and boiling, and the crowd is constantly changing at the two extremes.

They sometimes swore at Solandale, insulted her personality, cursed her policies, and regarded her as a public enemy of the most heinous crimes.

From time to time, her eyebrows fluttered and she smiled, showing Solandelle her new clothes, jewelry, delicate drinks and food, and showing off the extravagance she couldn't give everyone.

It's like saying, "Look, what a failure you have, and what you've been fighting for all your life is just a gesture to the Lord."

However, Solandale didn't say anything from beginning to end, allowing the people to insult and show off, and the whole time she looked at them silently with that sad gaze.

If Solandale had broken down emotionally at this time, knelt down to admit her mistakes, or even directly cried and laughed insanely, the people might have let her go when they were tired.

And this silent attitude, sad eyes, like a knife, pierced everyone's hearts, making them feel that they were ridiculing and provoking.

People are often like this, and the people who were supported by them not so long ago, as soon as they fall from their original position, they will do everything in their power to step on her.

It doesn't matter if there is real hatred or not.

The important thing is that people are not willing to admit that the people they once supported ended up failing, and if they can't clear the line, they are admitting that they were stupid in the past.

In order to prove that they are not ignorant, they will go out of their way to shatter the image of the other party, jumping from one position to another in an instant, as if this will cover up their previous choices.

The conflict soon escalated, the impact of the crowd became more and more turbulent, and vaguely the soldiers of the forbidden army could not maintain their formation, and the front line was constantly squeezed, almost sticking to Solandelle.

The populace stretched out their arms, scratched them with their fingernails, slapped them with their fists, and even if they couldn't hit Solandelle, they tore her clothes, cut off a few of her hairs, and hurt the queen they had been loyal to in the most vicious way.

The people in the back who couldn't squeeze into the front row were more direct, they took the food they took from the public cafeteria and threw it at Solandale from all directions, smashing her all over her body with oil, and many places on her face were hit by hard objects such as bones, and she was swollen high, and blood flowed from the corners of her nose and mouth.

Beaten all the way, smashed all the way, Solandale walked out of the royal city covered in bruises, and even walked with blood dripping from his body.

But this is only the beginning of the tragedy.

The royal city was thousands of miles from the border, and Solandelle had no horses, and she was treated coldly by horse teams or travelers on the way, and no one wanted to take her for a ride, so she had to walk.

Along the way, she couldn't find anyone willing to stay with her, so she had to sleep in a cave, using the thatch she picked up on the roadside as a quilt, and she was awakened by freezing every night.

In winter, when the river froze and there was no water to get, she had to chew the snow on the ground to quench her thirst, and there was no fruit on the trees and no way to hunt, so she had to dig the roots and gnaw the bark to satisfy her hunger.

Sometimes she was so hungry that she wanted to sneak into the garbage heap in front of someone's house to pick up some leftovers, but she would be viciously abused and beaten, as if she had soiled their garbage heap.

From the drip season to the flower language season, Solandelle has been sleeping in the open for more than a month, and finally came to the border.

She stood at the top of a mountain, with the land of Dorkuland, which had been passed down for 527 years, and a strange foreign land in front of her.

The temperature warms up in the flower language season, and the snow melts, which is the season of recovery.

From the top of the mountain, the sky is like a wash, the green grass is spread all over the mountain streams, and from time to time you can see the young flower seedlings, many of which are already in full bloom, and the magnificent scenery is like a fairyland on earth.

Solandale stood at the top of the hill and looked into the distance, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Perhaps, she blames herself for her weakness, obviously she doesn't have the strength to match, but she just wants to change the world.

Or perhaps, she was haunted by an unprecedented gloom, and those she had wanted to protect had really let her down.

No matter what Solandale was thinking, when she left her hometown, she didn't look back at her homeland where she had lived for 27 years, and she didn't look at it.

Just as she stepped forward and was about to cross the border stele, a figure quietly appeared in front of her to block the way.

She didn't need to look up.

She knew who the other person was.

There will be no second person in this world who is willing to quietly follow her for more than a month, eating and sleeping together in places she can't see, just to see her off.

Under the clear sky, Solandelle and Chino stood face to face, but no one spoke, only the rustling of the wind through the lawn.

After some time, Solandale moved, and she passed Chino and continued to walk down the mountain.

Just then, her hand was caught.

Chino held Solandale's hand, lightly and trembling slightly, as if some kind of cautious temptation.

Noticing that there was no sign of struggle, Chino tightened and held Solandale's hand tightly in the palm of his hand.

The trembling gradually increased, I don't know if it was because I felt the cold temperature on that little hand, or something else.

Chino gently pulled Solandale's hand back, then took something out of his bosom and gently tied it to her wrist.

The red rope is drawn to meet the rising sun, which looks particularly dazzling in the golden light, like a rose with a proud flower.

Re-tied the red rope for Solandelle, and you could see that Chino's hand was shaking violently, and he was reluctant to let go for a long time.

But in the end, he let it go.

Solandale's hand lost its support, falling and hanging beside her, the red rope swaying lonely in the wind, and time seemed to go back to the past, to those days of snuggling together.

At some point, tears were already streaming down Solandale's face, dripping down her chin.

She didn't look back at Chino, but she didn't take the red rope off, but walked forward with it, towards a foreign land where she didn't know where to go.

Chino looked at the departing Solandelle, her figure shrouded in the twilight of the sky, gradually becoming hazy, fading away, and finally disappearing from his sight.

Chino's eyes reflected in the uninhabited wilderness, and he murmured, as if he was talking to himself, as if he wanted to say this to someone:

"Goodbye, little princess"

I am a drifter in a foreign land, living in the dust, and living from chaos.

You are a fair sword-bearer, in the light, and the sword is in the dark.

We have walked side by side in the years, but the time has been blurred by reality.

Even if they go in the opposite direction, the swords face each other.

But in my heart, you will always be the little princess of the year.

- "To the Little Princess: Continued"