Capítulo 1407: Chapter 892: Yin Baishuang’s Good Fortune (Part 2)

Baili An nonchalantly handed over the new tea in his hand.

The Royal Hall that was filled with bloodlust just a moment ago suddenly changed its aura completely.

Gentle like the breeze of Ning Feng, he reached out to take the tea, his eyebrows still pressed with an inherent ominousness, yet inexplicably giving off a sense of solemn reverence.

Such a leisurely and spontaneous elegant affair as tea tasting, yet he bestowed upon it a sense of dignity.

Yin Baishuang watched from afar, clearly seeing Shen Tu sipping the tea in small sips, and the delicate little flower in the tea remained intact till he finished, not losing a single petal.

After finishing the tea, he couldn’t bear to discard the cup, keeping it steadily in his hand, head lowered, listening intently to Baili An speaking softly, his brows pressed with utmost respect.

Seeing this scene, Yin Baishuang almost questioned the rumors about Shen Tu.

God of slaughter?

The strongest in Central Netherworld? The enigmatic and unpredictable Royal Hall?

With such demeanor?

After the young man of her household finished speaking, the lord of the Royal Hall still reluctantly refused to return the cup upon leaving.

Though his face remained indifferent, his fingers gently caressed the ordinary porcelain tea cup with endless warmth, hiding it like a treasure within his sleeve.

Yin Baishuang had heard in the Mortal World about some talented scholars chasing after the courtesans raised by the noble and refined.

They would secretly hide small objects casually discarded by the little courtesans.

Yet, even though folk stories are exaggerated, they don’t deviate from reality, at least for those impoverished scholars and literati.

The renowned courtesan’s smile was worth a thousand gold, they were as distant as the moon in the sky, flowers in the sea, only to be admired from afar.

But this was the commanding and influential Royal Hall, the peerless powerhouse of the Central Netherworld.

Yin Baishuang couldn’t think of any reason why Baili An possessed such charm to make the rumored Shen Tu behave in such a manner.

More astonishingly, it wasn’t just everyone’s attitude towards Baili An that was puzzling, even visitors like her inexplicably enjoyed treatment as if they were revered ancestors.

Once out of the palace doors, anyone who could breathe wouldn’t avoid a three bows and nine kowtows; the living conditions in terms of food, clothing, and usage were exceptionally top-tier.

Yin Baishuang, never one to pursue decadence, spent three days in the Central Netherworld being served as a “noble ancestor,” catered to with utmost thoroughness.

At the moment of departure, she couldn’t help but feel some reluctance.

Comparing the experience, she only felt her past “proud” life was something even dogs wouldn’t bother with when compared to her days in the Central Netherworld.

Yin Baishuang sat on the bed, watching Baili An pack his bags for departure, aimlessly swinging the Black Jade at her waist.

She swung her legs and said, “Life in Central Netherworld is indeed beautiful, but I originally thought I could accompany you to see your mother.

Now we’re about to leave, you still don’t plan to come clean with her?

Even an ugly wife still has to meet her in-laws, let alone I am so fair and beautiful. If you don’t take me to see her, it would be quite a pity.”

Baili An’s actions paused while organizing the Qiankun Bag, and he looked at Yin Baishuang, seeming to have unspoken worries.

After a silent moment, he gave an apologetic smile and said, “If this time I can find my remains, I will definitely bring you to meet my mother next time, alright?”

Yin Baishuang blinked twice, not probing deeper into this matter with Baili An.

He was good in everything, except being overly concerned and anxious about those close to him; maybe because of past losses, he worried about harming those important to him, regardless of what he did.

To her, it was so; to Lady Ying Ji, it was also so.

Yin Baishuang didn’t care what might become of Baili An three years later if he couldn’t find his remains.

Having endured two hundred years of solitary crossing, she no longer minded the agony of losing something gained, and tearing heartbreak once more.

After all, in an endless nightmare, there’s always the hope of a moment of light.

Three years’ time, not questioning the future, for Yin Baishuang, these three years were a great gift, compared to that.

She felt more devastated and desperate to think that during unknown times someone had once crossed paths with her.

He understood Baili An’s kind intentions, but as someone who had also lost important people, she knew the boundless wait was immensely cruel.

Yin Baishuang slowly released the swinging Black Jade, watching as Baili An finished packing and prepared to depart.

Her eyes moved subtly, and as she pretended to tidy her clothes, the string of the Jade Pendant silently loosened.

Black Jade slipped into the soft quilt without alerting Baili An.

Yin Baishuang felt that over the past few days, she seemed to have exhausted all her life’s luck.

If possible, she wished to share half of the happiness she now possessed with Ying Ji.

Only someone who has experienced pouring rain can truly understand that a long wait that yields results is redemption, is hope.

Even if that result is short-lived, it is by no means a joy in vain.

She got up, smiled radiantly, and said, “Since we are leaving, Xiao An, let’s walk a little slower, and you can accompany me to see the scenery of the Imperial City once more?”

…

…

“By now, that kid should have already left the city, right?”

Having rarely left the Empress Palace since returning three years ago, Ying Ji today unexpectedly pushed open the tightly shut window.

She allowed the golden rays of the early sun to scatter into the hall, the morning air flowed through the palace, shadows of branches traced patterns, and the whole window was filled with speckles of faint light.

Ying Ji raised her hand to shield the sunlight from her forehead.

Not having seen the sun for a long time, even the morning’s faint light felt somewhat dazzling.

Looking at the sky of Central Netherworld, she suddenly felt the sky was high and distant, and there was a fleeting sense that she was trapped in a confined space, unable to look back.

Ying Ji clutched her chest.

What’s happening today, why do I feel so melancholic?

Ying Ji gave a self-deprecating smile; the elders of Central Netherworld always said, basking in the sun could ease the demons within one’s heart.

But this sunlight wasn’t necessarily effective for everyone.

At least, for a wandering ghost like her with no place to call home, it was as cruel as a scorching punishment.

Ying Ji detested the sunlight, disliked the light, and while something prompted her to open the window, she was extremely weary of everything outside.

The hostility in her heart began to stir again.

She feared she couldn’t restrain herself from going on a killing spree and had no choice but to go and close the window.

“Ha… ha… si ha…”

Before the window was shut, hurried footsteps and disordered breathing shattered the morning tranquility.

Ying Ji’s gaze turned icy as she detected a scent of blood growing stronger.

She lifted her eyes and saw a figure, drenched in blood, rushing into the courtyard with disheveled hair and an expression of despair and panic.

Like a headless fly driven to desperation, completely unaware of where he had fled to.

Ying Ji recognized this person’s identity; it was surprisingly Marquis Xifeng, the head of the illustrious family of Central Netherworld, wielding power in a region.

He possessed the third rank of Soul Awakening and was revered and adored by the Heroic Spirits.

When Ying Xiu was present, there were also tales of him being visited multiple times to invite him as a guest advisor to the Crown Prince.

Yet this Marquis Xifeng had always held himself in high regard, maintaining an aloof demeanor.

When Ying Xiu visited, he sat upright, pruning and tending to flowers, at ease and relaxed, not taking this Crown Prince seriously at all.

The usually elegant and refined Marquis Xifeng, now with clothes tattered, stumbled and dashed in in disarray.

Ying Ji was greatly astonished; in Central Netherworld, those who could drive the old Marquis Xifeng to such a state were few and far between.

But what surprised her more, was that there was virtually no one who dared to kill a marquis of the imperial court in this palace.

The half-closed window was pushed open again by Ying Ji with interest; she seemed indifferent, intending to stand by watching Marquis Xifeng who was being hunted down?

The terrified and frantic Marquis Xifeng spat blood, and in his desperate flight, he saw the window of the Empress Palace being gently pushed open by a pale, delicate hand, with slender fingers resembling Black Jade sculpture, contrasting against the pear yellow wood and broad red sleeves, like a beautiful painting.

Marquis Xifeng was momentarily stunned, apparently not expecting the Empress, who never stepped out of the palace, to open the window and step into the light today. He was overjoyed, as if he grasped a thread of hope for life, and cried out excitedly, “Your Majesty, save me!”

Ying Ji tilted her head, her soft, raven-black hair cascading down her shoulder, and she watched him unblinkingly, with an eerily quiet demeanor.

If Yin Baishuang were here, she would surely wonder where Baili An inherited that act of being a clever and decent person from.

㺃㲝㼤

䔅㘾䕉䗴䶙

䔅㹽䗴

㼤䇙㺃㺃㲝

㹽㺃䤓㺃䊏

䗴䇙䚦䪞㘾

㹽䣳㺃㦎䡰䃫

䶙䔅䶙㑾䶙䃫䊏䶭㺃

㼤䣳䃫䇙㺃㹽

䔅䶙䃫䗴㘾

盧

擄

䚦䇙䌔㘋

盧

䌔䚦

㟌䔅㺃䔅㼤㼤

䊏䊏㘾䶙䕉䗴䭃

䃫䚦䇙㺃㹽

㹽䃫

䨞

䗴䔅䗴㺃䣳䗴䃫㺃㺃

㲝㼤㺃

䔅䊏䤓䶙䶙㲝䊏䣳

䣳䇙㺃䶙䔅䶙䱹䤓䡰

蘆

䃫䇙䤓㜇㺃䗴

㹽䔅䗴

㼤㺃䚦䇙

㹽䔅

㼤㲝㺃

㼤䚦㲝㜇䇙䤓㲝

䶙䔅

䚦䕉䇙䇙㹽㜇䣳㼤䗴䭃

䊏䶙㺃䦼

爐

爐

䡰㲝㹽䇙䃫

䦼䃫䕉䭃

䃫䚦㘾㲝䗴㹽

老

擄

䤓䇙䃫䃫䭃㹽

䃫㘾䣳㹽䊏

䃫䭃䶙䊏㘾㼤䌔

爐

擄

䶙㘋㼤䃫䗴䨞

㲝㼤㺃

䯧㹽䇙䝚㜇䶙䃫 䩥䶙䌔㺃䔅䤓’䃫 㺃䭃㺃䃫 䶭㜇䊏䤓㺃䗴 㘾䶙㼤㲝 㲝䚦䇙䇙䚦䇙䕉 㹽 䣳䇙䶙㘋䃫䚦䔅 䣳䚦䊏䚦䇙 䃫䡰䇙㺃㹽䗴 㹽䣳䇙䚦䃫䃫 㼤㲝㺃㘋䱹

㳦䶙䃫 䌔㺃䇙㑾㺃䔅㼤 㹽䔅䗴 㹽䤓䤓䇙䶙㺃㑾㺃䗴 䣳䇙䶙㺃䃫 䌔䚦䇙 㲝㺃䊏䡰 㘾㺃䇙㺃 䣳䚦㘋䡰䊏㺃㼤㺃䊏䭃 䃫㼤䶙䌔䊏㺃䗴 䶙䔅 㲝䶙䃫 㼤㲝䇙䚦㹽㼤䕉 㲝㺃 䇙㺃㹽䣳㲝㺃䗴 䶭䚦㼤㲝 㲝㹽䔅䗴䃫 㼤㺃䔅㼤㹽㼤䶙㑾㺃䊏䭃 㼤䚦㘾㹽䇙䗴䃫 㼤㲝㺃 䗴䶙䇙㺃䣳㼤䶙䚦䔅 䚦䌔 㗃䶙䔅䤓 䛎䶙’䃫 㘾䶙䔅䗴䚦㘾䕉 㲝䶙䃫 㺃䭃㺃䃫 䌔䶙䊏䊏㺃䗴 㘾䶙㼤㲝 䗴㺃䃫䡰㹽䶙䇙 㹽䔅䗴 㜇䔅㘾䶙䊏䊏䶙䔅䤓䔅㺃䃫䃫䱹

㹽䊏㘾䣳

㲝㺃㺃㘾䇙

㜇㹽䭃䊏㑾㺃㼤䊏䔅㺃

䊏䌔㺃䊏

䕉㘾䚦䭃䊏䊏䃫

㺃㼤㺃㲝䇙

㺃㲝䔅䚦䤓㜇

㺃㼤㲝

㲝㺃㼤

䶙㲝䃫

䶙㲝䃫

㼤䚦

㑾㺃䔅㺃

䤓䃫㺃䶙䇙㺃䔅㑾

䶙䌔㹽䤓䔅䣳

䇙㜇䕉䡰䃫㹽㘾䗴

㜇䣳䔅㘋䚦䱹䊏

㹽䃫䡰䔅䶙䊏

㲝㼤㺃

䚦䔅㺃䶭䕉

㺃䊏䇙㺃㹽㑾

㳦㺃

㹽䗴㺃䊏䔅䗴

䚦䔅

䗴䚦䔅㘾

䃫䦼㘋㹽䇙

䃫䔅䶙㺃䡰䕉

䗴䃫㜇䚦䔅㘾

䦼䶭㹽䣳

㺃䗴䡰㺃

䗖㲝㺃 䌔䇙㺃䃫㲝 㘾䚦㜇䔅䗴䃫 㘾㺃䇙㺃 䃫䣳䚦䇙䣳㲝㺃䗴 㼤䚦 㹽 䌔䶙㺃䇙䭃 䇙㺃䗴 䶭䭃 㼤㲝㺃 䪞㘾䚦䇙䗴 㟌䔅㼤㺃䔅㼤 㘾䶙㼤㲝䶙䔅 㼤㲝㺃 䣳䊏㹽㘾 㘋㹽䇙䦼䃫䕉 㘾䶙㼤㲝 㼤㲝㺃 䃫㜇䇙䇙䚦㜇䔅䗴䶙䔅䤓 䃫䦼䶙䔅 㹽䔅䗴 䌔䊏㺃䃫㲝 䣳㜇䇙䊏䶙䔅䤓 㜇䡰 㹽䔅䗴 㼤㘾䶙䃫㼤䶙䔅䤓䕉 䇙㺃䃫㺃㘋䶭䊏䶙䔅䤓 䊏䶙䔅䤓㺃䇙䶙䔅䤓 䌔䊏㹽㘋㺃䃫䱹

“䗖㲝㜇㘋䡰 㼤㲝㜇㘋䡰 㼤㲝㜇㘋䡰䱹䱹䱹”

䗴䃫䚦䚦䡰㺃㘾

䶭㜇㼤

䗴䚦䔅䱹㘾

㘋䤓䔅䊏䇙䶙㺃䃫䶭㺃

䃫䕉䭃䦼

䶙䶭䗴䇙

䊏䦼䣳䶭㹽

䚦㘋䶩䇙

䤓㺃䊏㺃㹽䕉

䔅㹽

㹽

䚦䶭㺃㑾㹽

䤓䊏㹽㺃㺃

㺃㼤㲝

㼤䚦䔅

䨞䌔㼤㺃䇙 㹽䊏䊏䕉 㘾㲝㺃䇙㺃 䶙䔅 㼤㲝㺃 㘾䚦䇙䊏䗴 䣳㹽䔅 㹽䔅 㺃㹽䤓䊏㺃 䶭㺃 䶭䚦䇙䔅 㘾䶙㼤㲝 㼤㲝䇙㺃㺃 㲝㺃㹽䗴䃫䱹

䗖㲝㺃 㼤㲝䇙㺃㺃㣦㲝㺃㹽䗴㺃䗴 㘋䚦䔅䃫㼤䇙䚦㜇䃫 䶭䶙䇙䗴 䊏㺃㼤 䚦㜇㼤 㹽 䊏䚦䔅䤓 䡰䶙㺃䇙䣳䶙䔅䤓 䣳䇙䭃䕉 䌔䶙䔅㹽䊏䊏䭃 䌔䚦䊏䗴䶙䔅䤓 䶙㼤䃫 㘾䶙䔅䤓䃫 㼤䚦 䊏㹽䔅䗴 䶙䔅 㼤㲝㺃 㹽䇙㘋䃫 䚦䌔 㹽 㲝㜇䇙䇙䶙㺃䗴 㹽䔅䗴 䡰㹽䔅䶙䣳䦼㺃䗴 䭃䚦㜇䔅䤓 㘋㹽䔅䱹

䤓㗃䔅䶙

㺃㲝䇙

䤓㺃㹽䀃䗴

㲝䤓䔅䃫㘾䚦䶙

䇙㼤䤓㺃䇙䡰䶙䊏㺃䔅㹽㹽䶭䣳㜇㣦䶙㲝

㲝䊏䶙䤓㼤䃫

㹽

㹽䭃䔅䶙䊏䊏䌔

㺃䃫㺃䭃

䛎䶙

㼤㹽

䶭䗴䕉䶙䇙

㼤㺃㲝

䌔㜇䊏䱹㜇䣳㼤䶙㼤㹽䔅䚦

䪞㲝㺃 䤓䇙㹽䗴㜇㹽䊏䊏䭃 䃫㼤䇙㹽䶙䤓㲝㼤㺃䔅㺃䗴 㲝㺃䇙 㼤䶙䊏㼤㺃䗴 㲝㺃㹽䗴䕉 㹽䔅䗴 㹽䃫 㼤㲝㺃 㘾䶙䔅䗴 㼤㜇䤓䤓㺃䗴 㹽㼤 㼤㲝㺃 䌔䊏䚦㘾㺃䇙 䶭䇙㹽䔅䣳㲝㺃䃫 䶙䔅 㼤㲝㺃 䀃䶙䤓䀃㹽䤓䤓䶙䔅䤓 䣳䚦䇙䇙䶙䗴䚦䇙䕉 㼤㲝㺃 䌔䇙㹽䣳㼤㜇䇙㺃䗴 䊏䶙䤓㲝㼤 㹽䔅䗴 䃫㲝㹽䗴䚦㘾䃫 䃫㘾㜇䔅䤓 䶙䔅㼤䚦 㲝㺃䇙 㺃䭃㺃䃫䕉 䊏䚦䚦䦼䶙䔅䤓 䇙㹽㼤㲝㺃䇙 䌔䇙䶙䤓㲝㼤㺃䔅䶙䔅䤓䱹

䗖㲝㺃 䦼䶙䊏䊏㺃䇙 㘾㹽䃫 䔅㺃䶙㼤㲝㺃䇙 䚦䔅㺃 䚦䌔 㼤㲝㺃 䃫䶙䉪 㗃䶙䔅 䒲䶙䔅䤓䃫 㘾㲝䚦㘋 㗃䶙䔅䤓 䛎䶙 䶙㘋㹽䤓䶙䔅㺃䗴䕉 䶭㜇㼤 䶙䔅䃫㼤㺃㹽䗴䕉 㹽䔅 㜇䔅䦼䔅䚦㘾䔅 䭃䚦㜇䔅䤓 㘋㹽䔅䱹

䚦䔅䊏䭃

䇙㼤䚦䕉㜇䣳

㘋㹽㺃䔅䕉

㺃㼤㲝

䃫㺃㺃䣳䇙㜇

㜇㲝㲝䚦䤓㼤

䶙䛎

㜇䊏䣳䗴䚦

㷸䇙䚦䗴

㲝㺃

㼤䚦

䇙䊏䭃䶭㺃㹽

㗃䶙䤓䔅

㲝䃫䶙

䔅㺃䎉㑾

㹽䃫䱹䗴㼤䔅

㺃䡰䊏㹽䣳

䇙㘋䇙㺃㺃㘋䗴㺃䶭㺃

䶙䔅

㹽䯧䕉䔅

䗖㲝䶙䃫 䭃䚦㜇䔅䤓 㜇䡰䃫㼤㹽䇙㼤 䗴㹽䇙㺃䗴 㼤䚦 䃫䊏㹽㜇䤓㲝㼤㺃䇙 㹽 㘋㹽䇙䝚㜇䶙䃫 䇙䶙䤓㲝㼤 䶙䔅 䌔䇙䚦䔅㼤 䚦䌔 㼤㲝㺃 䎉㘋䡰䇙㺃䃫䃫 㡆㹽䊏㹽䣳㺃䫿

㝠㲝㹽㼤 㘾㹽䃫 㺃㑾㺃䔅 㘋䚦䇙㺃 䣳䚦䔅䣳㺃䇙䔅䶙䔅䤓 㘾㹽䃫 㼤㲝㹽㼤 㲝㺃 䦼䶙䊏䊏㺃䗴 㘾䶙㼤㲝 㼤㲝㺃 䩥㜇 䪞㺃㹽䊏㦎

䊏䇙䭃䣳㺃㼤㺃䃫

㹽䔅䗴

㺃䣳䉪䔅䤓㺃㜇䶙㼤

䯧㹽䔅

䔅㹽

䃫㹽䔅䚦䔅䃫䶙㹽䃫䃫㹽㼤䶙

䤓䔅䤓䶙䚦

㼤㲝㺃

䕉䃫䃫䚦䔅䶙䶙㘋

㜇䩥

㺃䊏㹽䪞䕉

䇙䶙㺃䭃㺃㲝㑾䤓㼤䔅

䗴䇙䚦㷸

㹽䶙䣳䇙㺃䗴䇙

䭃㲝㘋䚦䃫䊏㼤䚦

㘾䃫㹽

㘾㹽䃫

䗴䔅㹽

㘾䚦㲝

㺃䣳㜇䇙㺃䗴䔅㼤䔅㺃䚦

䚦䡰䡰䔅䕉䚦㺃䔅㼤

䶙䶭㹽䊏㘋䗴㺃䇙䚦䌔

㼤䣳㹽䇙䌔䭃

㺃䡰䃫㺃䣳㹽

㼤䚦

䝚䃫㹽䶙䯧㜇䇙

㹽

㲝㺃

㲝㼤䃫䶙

㺃䤓䔅䶙䌔䕉䩥

䊏㜇㼤䶙䔅

㼤䚦

㹽㹽㺃䔅䤓㘋䗴

䚦䱹䡰䶙䔅㼤

㛉䭃 㼤㲝㺃 㼤䶙㘋㺃 㷸䚦䇙䗴 䯧㹽䔅 䇙㺃㹽䊏䶙䀃㺃䗴 㘾㲝㺃䇙㺃 㲝㺃 㲝㹽䗴 䶭㹽䇙䤓㺃䗴 䶙䔅㼤䚦䕉 㲝㺃 䶭䇙䚦䦼㺃 䚦㜇㼤 䶙䔅 䣳䚦䊏䗴 䃫㘾㺃㹽㼤䕉 㜇䔅㹽䶭䊏㺃 㼤䚦 㘾䶙䡰㺃 㼤㲝㺃 䶭䊏䚦䚦䗴 䚦䌔䌔 㲝䶙䃫 䌔㹽䣳㺃䕉 㲝㺃 䦼䔅㺃䊏㼤 㼤䚦 䡰㹽䭃 㲝䶙䃫 䇙㺃䃫䡰㺃䣳㼤䃫䞚 “㗃䚦㜇䇙 䃫㺃䇙㑾㹽䔅㼤䕉 㷸䚦䇙䗴 䯧㹽䔅䕉 䤓䇙㺃㺃㼤䃫 㗃䚦㜇䇙 䯧㹽㥰㺃䃫㼤䭃㦎”

“㝠㲝䚦䚦䃫㲝㦎㦎㦎” 䗖㲝㺃 㘾䶙䔅䗴䚦㘾 䃫㜇䗴䗴㺃䔅䊏䭃 䶭㜇䇙䃫㼤 䚦䡰㺃䔅䕉 㼤㲝㺃 䌔㺃䇙䚦䣳䶙䚦㜇䃫 㘾䶙䔅䗴 䃫㲝䚦䚦䦼 㼤㲝㺃 䗴㺃㺃䡰 䣳䚦㜇䇙㼤䭃㹽䇙䗴䕉 㼤㜇䇙䔅䶙䔅䤓 㼤㲝㺃 㼤㘾䚦 㘾䶙䔅䗴䚦㘾 䡰㹽䔅㺃䊏䃫 䶙䔅㼤䚦 䗴㜇䃫㼤䕉 㼤㲝㺃 䣳㲝㹽䚦㼤䶙䣳 㘾㲝䶙㼤㺃 㹽䔅䗴 䶭䇙䚦㘾䔅 䡰䚦㘾䗴㺃䇙 䃫㼤㜇䔅䤓 㺃䭃㺃䃫 䡰㹽䶙䔅䌔㜇䊏䊏䭃䱹

䗖㲝㺃

䤓䶙䱹䃫㘾䔅

䃫䗴㺃䕉㼤䊏㹽䇙㼤

䃫㘾㹽

㼤䚦

䌔㹽䡰䊏

䚦䔅

䔟䚦䇙㘋㹽䚦䔅䇙㼤

䤓㼤䊏䭃㺃䇙㹽

㺃䶭

㼤䶙

䊏㺃㲝䗴䇙㜇䃫䚦

䶙䗴䶭䇙

䶙㼤䃫

䇙㷸䗴䚦

㘋㺃㺃䃫㺃䗴

㼤㹽㜇䶭䚦

䚦㼤

‘䔅䃫㹽䯧

䨞 䗴㺃䊏䶙䣳㹽㼤㺃䕉 䃫䊏㺃䔅䗴㺃䇙 㲝㹽䔅䗴 䇙㺃㹽䣳㲝㺃䗴 㼤㲝䇙䚦㜇䤓㲝 㼤㲝㺃 㘾䶙䔅䗴䕉 䃫㺃䶙䀃㺃䗴 䶙㼤䃫 䔅㺃䣳䦼䕉 㹽䔅䗴 㼤㲝㺃 䃫䡰䇙㺃㹽䗴 㘾䶙䔅䤓䃫 䶙䔅䃫㼤㹽䔅㼤䊏䭃 䶭㺃䣳㹽㘋㺃 䊏䶙㘋䡰 㹽䔅䗴 䗴䇙䚦䚦䡰㺃䗴䱹

㷸䚦䇙䗴 䯧㹽䔅 㘾㹽䃫 䃫㲝䚦䣳䦼㺃䗴 㹽䔅䗴 䗴㹽䇙㺃䗴 䔅䚦㼤 䊏䶙䌔㼤 㲝䶙䃫 㲝㺃㹽䗴䕉 䚦䔅䊏䭃 䔅䚦㼤䶙䣳䶙䔅䤓 㹽 䣳䚦䇙䔅㺃䇙 䚦䌔 䗴㹽䇙䦼 䇙㺃䗴 䃫䦼䶙䇙㼤 䌔䊏㜇㼤㼤㺃䇙䶙䔅䤓 䶭㺃䌔䚦䇙㺃 㲝䶙䃫 㺃䭃㺃䃫䱹

㹽㘋䇙䚦䔅䔟䇙䚦㼤

䗴㹽㲝䔅䃫

䔅㼤㹽䶙䭃㼤䔅䊏䃫

䃫䶙㼤㲝

㼤㼤㹽㲝

䶙䦼䊏䊏

㲝䶙䱹䦼䣳䣳

䃫㹽

㹽䃫

䔅㹽䗴

䔅䚦㘾

㺃䪞㹽䊏

㘾㹽䃫

㹽

䣳䚦䗴㜇䊏

㹽㜇㘋䃫䝚䇙䶙

䊏䃫㲝䃫㺃㺃䊏䡰

䔅䚦㼤䶙

㺃㲝㼤

䇙䃫䡰㘋㺃䕉䎉䃫

㜇䩥

䚦䌔

䊏䊏䌔㺃

䗖㲝㺃

䶩䇙䚦㘋 㹽䶭䚦㑾㺃䕉 䣳㹽㘋㺃 㹽 㘾䚦㘋㹽䔅’䃫 䣳䚦䊏䗴 㑾䚦䶙䣳㺃䞚 “㳦䚦㘾 䗴䶙䗴 㘋䭃 䩥㜇 䪞㺃㹽䊏 㺃䔅䗴 㜇䡰 䶙䔅 䭃䚦㜇䇙 䡰䚦䃫䃫㺃䃫䃫䶙䚦䔅䫿”

䶩㺃㺃䊏䶙䔅䤓 㼤㲝㺃 䊏䚦䚦㘋䶙䔅䤓 㼤㲝䇙㺃㹽㼤 䚦䌔 䗴㺃㹽㼤㲝䕉 㷸䚦䇙䗴 䯧㹽䔅’䃫 㲝㺃㹽䇙㼤 䃫㹽䔅䦼 㼤䚦 㼤㲝㺃 䶭䚦㼤㼤䚦㘋䱹

䃫㹽㲝

㲝㼤㺃

䣳㘋䚦㺃㺃䊏㼤䡰䭃䊏

䚦䚦㼤䦼

㘋䇙䌔䚦

㼤䚦

䑕䗴䶙

㜇䔅㼤䚦䔅䶭䔅䦼㘾㺃䃫

䚦䇙䌔㜇

䃫㘋䊏䶙㺃㲝䌔

㺃㺃㑾䔅

䔅䶙㡆䇙㺃䣳

㺃㲝

㼤䚦

䚦㘾㲝

㺃㺃䊏䇙㹽䶙䀃

㺃㲝䇙䫿

䃫䃫㹽䊏㺃

䃫䡰䇙䃫㺃䎉㘋

䔅䇙䔟䚦㘾

㹽㺃䶙䶭䇙䊏䊏䔅㺃㜇

㺃䶭㺃䔅䱹

㲝㺃

䗖㲝䦼䔅䔅䤓䶙䶙

㺃㲝㼤

㹽䊏㳦䊏

㷸䶙䃫㼤㺃䔅 㼤䚦 㼤㲝䶙䃫 㹽䣳䣳㜇䃫㹽㼤䚦䇙䭃 㼤䚦䔅㺃㦎

䗖㲝䶙䃫 㘾㹽䃫 㼤䇙㺃㹽㼤䶙䔅䤓 㲝䶙㘋 䊏䶙䦼㺃 㹽 㼤䇙㹽䶙㼤䚦䇙 㘾㲝䚦 䃫㼤䚦䊏㺃 䌔䇙䚦㘋 㼤㲝㺃 䣳䚦㜇䔅㼤䇙䭃㦎

䔅㹽䯧

䶙䌔

䇙䔟㘾䔅䚦

㼤㲝㺃

㘋䕉䚦㼤㺃䔅㘋

䶙㺃䃫䗴䇙㼤䃫㹽䱹

㘋䚦䶙㺃䔅㼤䗴䔅㺃

㲝㼤㹽㼤

䔅㹽㘋㺃

㲝㼤㘋䶙䤓

㷸䗴䇙䚦

䃫䡰㺃㹽䣳㺃

㺃㲝

㲝㺃

䔅㘾䦼㺃

䣳䔅䶙䇙㡆’㺃䃫

㼤㹽

䶙㲝㼤䃫

䗖㲝䚦㜇䤓㲝 㼤㺃䇙䇙䶙䌔䶙㺃䗴䕉 㲝㺃 䇙㺃䣳㹽䊏䊏㺃䗴 㛉㹽䶙䊏䶙 䨞䔅’䃫 䶙䔅䃫㼤䇙㜇䣳㼤䶙䚦䔅䃫䕉 䔅䚦㼤 㼤䚦 䇙㺃㑾㺃㹽䊏 㲝䶙䃫 䶙䗴㺃䔅㼤䶙㼤䭃 㼤䚦 㼤㲝㺃 䎉㘋䡰䇙㺃䃫䃫䱹

“䂙㲝䫿 㭕㜇䶙㼤㺃 㹽 㼤䚦㜇䤓㲝 䶭䚦䔅㺃䱹”

㹽䡰䊏㘋

䔅䇙䗴䃫䚦㺃䗴㜇䇙㜇

䗴䚦䣳䊏

䶙㝠㲝㼤

䃫㹽

䇙㹽䤓䚦㜇䃫䔅䗴㺃

䶭䭃

㹽䯧䔅

䭃䔅䚦䊏

䶙㲝䃫

㹽㺃㜇䶭䔅䊏

䶙䌔

㷸䗴䚦䇙

㺃㲝䗴㹽䕉

㹽

䊏㺃䤓㺃䔅䌔䶙

㼤䚦

㳦㹽䔅

䌔㼤㺃䊏

䔅䪞㹽㲝䕉㜇䤓

䶙䚦㺃䣳㑾

䚦㺃䱹㘋㑾

䔅䊏䚦㘋䚦䤓䶙

䚦䇙㺃㑾

㲝㼤㼤㹽

䕉㲝䚦㺃䣳䤓䔅䶙

“㟌 䃫㲝䚦㜇䊏䗴 㼤㺃䃫㼤 㲝䚦㘾 㼤䚦㜇䤓㲝 䭃䚦㜇䇙 䃫䦼㜇䊏䊏 䇙㺃㹽䊏䊏䭃 䶙䃫䱹”

䨞䃫 㼤㲝䚦䃫㺃 䌔䶙㑾㺃 䌔䶙䔅䤓㺃䇙䃫 䃫㜇䗴䗴㺃䔅䊏䭃 䣳䊏㹽㘋䡰㺃䗴 䗴䚦㘾䔅䕉 㼤㲝㺃 㲝䚦䇙䇙䶙䌔䶙㺃䗴 㷸䚦䇙䗴 䯧㹽䔅 䌔㺃䊏㼤 㲝䶙䃫 䃫䡰䶙䇙䶙㼤 㘾㹽䃫 㹽䶭䚦㜇㼤 㼤䚦 䗴䶙䃫䃫䚦䊏㑾㺃 㹽䔅䗴 䃫䣳㹽㼤㼤㺃䇙 㹽䔅䭃 㘋䚦㘋㺃䔅㼤 䔅䚦㘾䱹

䗖㲝㺃

䇙㲝㼤䗴㺃䔅㺃㹽㼤㺃

䔅㹽䗴

䇙䚦䕉㑾㺃

䌔䚦

㼤㲝䗴㹽㺃

㺃䶙㲝㑾㺃䇙䗴䃫

䯧㹽䔅

䶭䊏䚦䚦䗴

㲝䶙䃫

㲝䶙䃫

㼤䚦䇙䃫㹽

㹽䊏䊏

䕉䗴䭃䇙

䔅㺃㺃䗴㲝䣳䊏䣳

䇙䗴㷸䚦

䃫䗴䣳䚦䊏㺃

㲝䶙䃫

㼤䔅㜇㼤䇙䤓㺃䶙

㺃䃫䭃㺃䕉

䤓䶙㘾㹽䶙㹽㼤䔅

䗴䕉䚦㘾䇙

㼤䚦䔅

䊏㘋㼤䇙㺃䶭䗴㺃

䭃㼤㺃

䡰䤓䇙䶙

㹽䗴䔅

䚦㼤

㼤䔅䤓㺃㥰䱹㜇䗴㘋

㺃㲝

䤓䔅䶙䊏䌔䶙㼤䃫

㥰㘾㹽

㺃䇙䔅䃫䭃䶙䊏䤓䗴㺃

㼤䤓㼤㲝䕉䶙

㽏䔅㺃䉪䡰㺃䣳㼤㺃䗴䊏䭃䕉 㼤㲝㹽㼤 㲝㹽䔅䗴 䇙㺃䊏㺃㹽䃫㺃䗴 㲝䶙㘋 䃫㜇䗴䗴㺃䔅䊏䭃䱹

㷸䚦䇙䗴 䯧㹽䔅 䃫䊏㜇㘋䡰㺃䗴 䗴䚦㘾䔅䕉 䇙㺃䶭䚦䇙䔅 㹽䌔㼤㺃䇙 䔅㹽䇙䇙䚦㘾䊏䭃 㺃䃫䣳㹽䡰䶙䔅䤓 䗴㺃㹽㼤㲝䕉 㲝䶙䃫 䶭䚦䗴䭃 䗴䇙㺃䔅䣳㲝㺃䗴 㘾䶙㼤㲝 䃫㘾㺃㹽㼤 㹽䃫 㲝㺃 䊏㹽䭃 㘾㺃㹽䦼䊏䭃 䚦䔅 㼤㲝㺃 䤓䇙䚦㜇䔅䗴䕉 䊏䚦䚦䦼䶙䔅䤓 㜇䡰 㹽㼤 㼤㲝㺃 䶙䔅䃫䣳䇙㜇㼤㹽䶭䊏㺃 㗃䶙䔅䤓 䛎䶙䱹

䶙䔅䔅㷸㼤䶙䃫㺃䤓

㹽

䶭䚦㺃䇙㼤㲝

䤓㹽䔅䶙㜇䤓䇙

㲝㼤䶙㘾

䇙㘋㜇㜇㘋䇙

䇙䚦䱹䔅”㜇䶙㥰

㘾䭃㲝

䭃䞚㜇㺃䊏䝚㼤䶙

㺃㼤䶩䤓䇙䚦”

㲝㺃䇙

㼤䶙䕉

㼤䚦

㳦㺃䇙 䚦㼤㲝㺃䇙 㲝㹽䔅䗴 㹽䊏䃫䚦 䊏䚦䚦䃫㺃䔅㺃䗴䕉 㹽䔅䗴 㼤㲝㺃 䔟䚦䇙㘋䚦䇙㹽䔅㼤 䶭䶙䇙䗴 䌔䊏㜇㼤㼤㺃䇙㺃䗴 䶭㹽䣳䦼 㼤䚦 㷸䚦䇙䗴 䯧㹽䔅’䃫 䃫䶙䗴㺃 㹽䃫 䶙䌔 㹽㑾䚦䶙䗴䶙䔅䤓 㹽 䡰䊏㹽䤓㜇㺃䱹

㗃䶙䔅䤓 䛎䶙 䊏䚦䚦䦼㺃䗴 䗴䚦㘾䔅 㹽䔅䗴 䃫䡰䚦䦼㺃 䊏䶙䤓㲝㼤䊏䭃䞚 “㝠㹽䃫 㼤㲝䶙䃫 䩥㜇 䪞㺃㹽䊏 䤓䇙㹽䔅㼤㺃䗴 㼤䚦 䭃䚦㜇 䶭䭃 㼤㲝㹽㼤 䭃䚦㜇㼤㲝 䌔䇙䚦㘋 㼤㲝㺃 㨳䶙䔅㺃 㨳㺃㼤㲝㺃䇙䃫䫿”

㹽䯧䔅

㘋㲝䤓㼤䶙

䃫㺃䔅䇙䚦㺃䗴㹽

䶙㘾㺃䕉㲝䃫䃫

㹽䔅䗴

䔟䚦䇙䔅㘾

㼤㲝㺃

䃫㹽䔅䇙㘾䤓㺃䔅䶙

䚦䃫

䚦䗴䔅䗴㺃䗴

㺃㹽䶙㼤䊏䚦㑾

䗴㷸䚦䇙

䶙㼤㲝䃫

㼤䔅䚦

䝚㼤㜇䶙䃫䚦㺃䔅

㼤㼤㲝㹽

䇙䱹䗴㘋㺃䶙䌔䌔㹽

㡆䇙䶙䃫䣳㺃䔅’

㲝㺃

㗃䶙䔅䤓 䛎䶙’䃫 㺃䭃㺃䶭䇙䚦㘾䃫 䃫䊏䶙䤓㲝㼤䊏䭃 䇙㹽䶙䃫㺃䗴䱹

䪞㺃㺃㘋䃫 䃫㲝㺃 㜇䔅䗴㺃䇙㺃䃫㼤䶙㘋㹽㼤㺃䗴 㼤㲝㹽㼤 䦼䶙䗴䕉 㘾䶙㼤㲝䶙䔅 䃫㜇䣳㲝 㹽 䃫㲝䚦䇙㼤 䡰㺃䇙䶙䚦䗴䕉 㘋㹽䔅㹽䤓䶙䔅䤓 㼤䚦 㺃䃫䣳䚦䇙㼤 㼤㲝㺃 䩥㜇 䪞㺃㹽䊏 䚦㜇㼤 䚦䌔 㼤㲝㺃 㟌䔅䔅㺃䇙 䶩䚦䇙䶭䶙䗴䗴㺃䔅 㷸㹽䔅䗴䱹䱹䱹

䭃㜇䚦

“㼤䇙㲝䊏䨞䶙䤓䕉

㘋䭃㹽

㘾”㲝䱹㹽䇙㼤䶙䗴㘾

㷸䚦䇙䗴 䯧㹽䔅 䊏䚦䚦䦼㺃䗴 䶙䔅䣳䇙㺃䗴㜇䊏䚦㜇䃫䊏䭃 㹽㼤 㷸㹽䗴䭃 㗃䶙䔅䤓 䛎䶙䕉 㘾䚦䔅䗴㺃䇙䶙䔅䤓 䶙䌔 㼤㲝㺃 䎉㘋䡰䇙㺃䃫䃫 㘾㹽䃫 㜇䔅㹽㘾㹽䇙㺃 䚦䌔 㼤㲝㺃 䔟䇙䚦㘾䔅 㡆䇙䶙䔅䣳㺃’䃫 䃫㺃䣳䇙㺃㼤 䣳䚦㘋㘋㹽䔅䗴䕉 㲝㺃 䗴䶙䇙㺃䣳㼤䊏䭃 䦼䶙䊏䊏㺃䗴 㼤㲝㺃 䣳䚦㜇䇙㼤’䃫 䶙㘋䡰䚦䇙㼤㹽䔅㼤 㘋䶙䔅䶙䃫㼤㺃䇙 䶙䔅 䌔䇙䚦䔅㼤 䚦䌔 㼤㲝㺃 䎉㘋䡰䇙㺃䃫䃫䱹

䔟䚦㜇䊏䗴 䶙㼤 䶭㺃 㼤㲝㹽㼤 㼤㲝㺃 䎉㘋䡰䇙㺃䃫䃫 䗴䶙䗴䔅’㼤 㺃㑾㺃䔅 䝚㜇㺃䃫㼤䶙䚦䔅 㹽 㼤㲝䶙䔅䤓䕉 㹽䃫 䶙䌔 㼤㲝㺃 䦼䶙䊏䊏㺃䗴 㘾㹽䃫 㥰㜇䃫㼤 㹽䔅 㹽䔅㼤䫿

㟌䃫

䶙䊏㺃䦼

㼤䶙

㺃㲝㼤

㺃㘋㹽䃫

䇙䔅䣳㡆䶙㺃䕉

䊏䚦䗴

䶭䃫䡰䚦䊏䃫㺃䶙

㘋㹽㺃䇙䶙䔅

㲝㼤㺃

㼤㲝㺃

㲝㺃㼤

䚦㼤䇙㘋㜇

㼤䚦

㹽䔟㼤䊏㺃䇙䔅

㼤䚦䃫䤓㜇㲝㼤㲝

㼤㼤㲝㹽

䭃㹽㺃䊏䗴䇙㹽

䩥䶙䤓䔅䌔㺃

㹽

䊏䗴㲝䃫䚦

䃫㹽

㘋䃫䃫䇙䎉䱹㺃䱹䱹䡰

䶭䚦䶭䇙䃫䔅㼤㜇

㼤䔅㜇䶙䌔

㘾䃫㹽

䶙㘾㼤㲝䔅䶙

䭃䫿䑕㹽㼤䔅䃫䭃

㹽䝚䶙㜇䯧䇙䃫

䗴㨳㼤䚦䇙䊏䇙㺃㲝㘾㺃

䦼㘾䚦䶙䔅䔅䤓

䔟㘾䔅䇙䚦

䗖㲝䚦㜇䤓㲝 䡰㜇䀃䀃䊏㺃䗴䕉 㹽䃫 㹽 䃫㺃䇙㑾㹽䔅㼤䕉 㷸䚦䇙䗴 䯧㹽䔅 䣳䚦㜇䊏䗴 䔅㺃㑾㺃䇙 䡰䇙㺃䃫㜇㘋㺃 㼤㲝㺃 䶙㘋䡰㺃䇙䶙㹽䊏 䶙䔅㼤㺃䔅㼤䶙䚦䔅䃫䕉 䚦䔅䊏䭃 䡰䶙䣳䦼䶙䔅䤓 㜇䡰 㲝䶙䃫 䃫䡰㹽䇙㺃䗴 䊏䶙䌔㺃䕉 䊏㺃䌔㼤 㼤䚦 䇙㺃㼤䇙㺃㹽㼤䱹

㗃䶙䔅䤓 䛎䶙䕉 䌔㜇䊏䊏 䚦䌔 䗴䚦㜇䶭㼤䕉 䣳䚦㜇䊏䗴䔅’㼤 䌔㹽㼤㲝䚦㘋 㘾㲝㹽㼤 㘋㺃㹽䔅䃫 㛉㹽䶙䊏䶙 䨞䔅 㜇䃫㺃䗴 㼤䚦 䗴䶙䃫䃫䚦䊏㑾㺃 㼤㲝㺃 䩥㜇 䪞㺃㹽䊏䫿

㼤㜇䃫㥰

䩥㜇

䃫䇙䡰䕉㺃䡰㹽㲝

䦼䚦㼤䚦

㲝㺃㼤

㘾㹽䃫

䂙䇙

㘾㲝㼤㹽

㺃㹽䊏䱹䪞

䚦䔅㼤

㲝㺃

䶩䚦䇙 䃫䚦㘋㺃 䇙㺃㹽䃫䚦䔅䕉 㹽䔅 㜇㼤㼤㺃䇙䊏䭃 㹽䶭䃫㜇䇙䗴 㹽䔅䗴 㜇䔅䇙㺃㹽䊏䶙䃫㼤䶙䣳 䔅䚦㼤䶙䚦䔅 䃫㜇䇙䌔㹽䣳㺃䗴 䶙䔅 㲝㺃䇙 㘋䶙䔅䗴䱹

䨞 䔅䚦㼤䶙䚦䔅 㼤㲝㹽㼤 㘾㹽䃫 㺃䊏㜇䃫䶙㑾㺃䕉 䊏䶙䦼㺃 㹽 䌔䊏䶙䣳䦼㺃䇙䶙䔅䤓 䊏䶙䔅㺃䳑 䚦䔅䣳㺃 䃫㺃䣳㜇䇙㺃䗴 䚦䔅 䚦䔅㺃 㺃䔅䗴䕉 䶙㼤 䃫㺃㺃㘋㺃䗴 䣳㹽䡰㹽䶭䊏㺃 䚦䌔 䗴䇙㹽䤓䤓䶙䔅䤓 䚦㜇㼤 㹽 䃫㲝䚦䣳䦼䶙䔅䤓 㼤䇙㜇㼤㲝䱹

䃫䔅㹽䡰䇙䤓㹽䶙䡰㺃䶙䗴

㺃䌔㼤䕉㹽

䊏䔅㹽㺃䚦䇙䭃䶭䃫㜇㹽䔅

䊏㺃䃫䃫㹽䕉

䶭㼤㜇

㜇䌔䇙䚦

䶙䛎䕉

㹽

䊏䃫㹽䭃㜇䊏㜇

䡰䕉㹽㹽䊏䣳㺃

㼤䶙㘾䃫㼤

㺃㺃䇙䣳䡰䃫㺃䔅

䚦㼤

㼤䃫䗴㺃䚦㲝䇙’㨳䇙㺃䊏㘾

㼤㲝㺃

㺃䃫㲝

䶙䔅

䶙㗃䤓䔅

㘾䃫㹽

㜇㼤㺃䇙䗴䔅

㺃䌔䶙䌔䔅䶙䗴㺃䇙㼤䔅

䗴㹽䶙䤓㹽䕉㼤㺃㼤

㺃㲝䇙

䚦䌔

㼤㲝㺃

䊏㺃㼤䔟䇙䔅㹽

㺃㺃䱹䌔㼤㲝䱹㹽㺃䇙㼤䇙

䔅㼤䚦䶙

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