This is a butterfly paper kite, beautifully painted.

"I haven't let go of the kite for a long time." She seemed to be talking to herself. After a brief pause, she raised her head and looked at the people in front of her, "Which of you wants to play together?"

The rest of the people were the maids at home, and they all rushed to hold out their hands after hearing the words.

"I."

Three or four maids shouted in confusion, but one hand passed them and took the kite.

Seeing that it was Zhou Hui, the maids were too busy to say anything and stepped away with their hands down.

Cheng Jiaoniang didn't say anything, but took the iron wire and copper bell on the side and started to tie it up. After doing this, she slowly picked up the spool and looked up at the sky. [Note 1]

When she looked at the sky, the surrounding eyes focused on her also looked at her.

"Okay." Cheng Jiaoniang looked away again, looked at Zhou Hui and said with a smile, then turned around and started running.

As she ran, the wind suddenly picked up and blew the whole place with a roar.

“Just one look will attract the wind!”

One of the two officials standing under the pergola at the edge couldn't help but shout after the people around him. While narrowing his eyes, he stretched out his hand to press down his robe that was blown up by the wind.

"How unjust the wind is." Another official laughed.

Thinking that the lady came just to see if the wind was coming, he had been watching carefully just now. The leaves had already started to shake before the lady ran, but everyone's attention was on the lady.

The thread in her hand slipped away quickly. Cheng Jiaoniang looked back and saw the figure holding the paper kite high.

"...I said the wind is coming..."

"...A Fang, you are teasing me again..."

The giggles dispersed in the wind.

"...Ashan, you can let go..."

There were gusts of rolling thunder, the wind blew so hard that people couldn't even open their eyes, and the awning was almost lifted.

The kite was flying higher and higher, and Zhou Hui couldn't help but look over. The woman was still trotting, looking up at the sky and at himself, with a smile on her face.

Smile…..

Never seen such a smile.

No, I have seen it. Every spring day, the sisters at home smile like this when they fly kites.

I have never seen her smile like this before.

Zhou Feng couldn't help but step forward, thunder exploded in the air, and raindrops like soybeans fell down.

The place was filled with the sound of wind, rain and noisy and excited people.

"As expected, it rained! As expected, it rained!"

A boy under the pergola shouted crazily and pointed outside. The rain hitting the pergola made a sound like fried beans. Coupled with the noise around him, the boy had to shout loudly.

"Master, look, look, look."

Qin Hu kept looking outside, not greeting him with a servant.

"Of course it will rain," he said. "She never tells lies."

The boy turned to look at him.

"Ah, Master, you know this, so why do you still come to see me?" he asked.

Because I want to see, I want to see how difficult it is for her.

Qin Hu looked outside. There was only the woman running in the vast field, holding the thread in her hand. Her body was already wet. She was like a weak willow in the storm, which could be blown off at any time.

She ran, walked, pulled, and looked up at the sky. The rain blurred Qin Hu's vision.

Was she like this in the first place?

In a lonely Taoist temple, thieves smile ferociously in the darkness, and on a windy night.

She just borrowed her life from God alone.

But the world couldn't see this, all they saw was her terror, not thinking that this terror was her attempt to resist an even more terrifying situation.

Isn't it true that I am not like this? I actually said such words at that time. How terrible the world is and how terrible I am.

Qin Hu raised his head, and with a click, a bolt of thunder tore through the dark sky, and screams rang out from around him.

His heart almost stopped beating.

No, no, it's too dangerous, it's too dangerous.

The woman was still running. The kite in the sky was no longer visible, but she was still running.

Qin Hu pushed aside the stupid officers and soldiers who were blocking the crowd in front of him and rushed out.

"Stop, stop, don't run anymore." He shouted loudly.

Cheng Jiaoniang seemed to hear it and looked back, but she ran away even faster, ran towards the straw man in the center, and smashed the iron spool in her hand hard.

The three girls around the straw man were already wet, swaying and shivering in the wind and rain.

"Get down!"

Accompanied by a female voice shouting.

The three and a half fell to the ground with a thud.

A white light exploded in the field, the loud noise was deafening, and the people under the awning screamed and fell to the ground.

Fire flames rose in the field.

The straw man who was originally erected caught fire in the rain.

The noise suddenly disappeared, except for the sound of rain, wind and distant thunder, the scene was quiet, and all eyes were focused on the burning straw man lying on the ground.

Dear mother...

Two officials helped the somewhat embarrassed man get up from the ground, looked at the field and murmured.

Although I had already guessed it, the shock of actually seeing this scene with my own eyes is beyond words.

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"…..The four people present at that time only hacked the straw man...just like in front of the palace that day...only hit His Highness, and the servants next to him were fine..."

The boy in the corridor was gesticulating and talking while foaming at the mouth.

Chen Shao withdrew his gaze from the sky and looked at the banana leaves washed away by the drizzle.

"... Mr. Storyteller said... That Mr. Storyteller was invited by Mrs. Cheng to explain to everyone. He said that although they were all present, when the thunder and lightning came down, the three girls and Mrs. Cheng all fell down.

, the straw man is the highest, lightning strikes high places, so only the straw man was struck by lightning..."

"The storyteller tells everyone that when encountering a thunderstorm, you must not stay in an open place. If you have no choice but to stay and encounter a thunderstorm, you must lie down or squat down with your head in your hands. Never raise your hands or hide in a high place.

Under the big tree…”

The boy became more and more lively as he talked, but Chen Shao interrupted him.

"...Okay, you go down." He said.

The boy was very confused when he was interrupted.

"Later, everyone looked and heard it, and they all said that thunder can really be caused, and His Highness Prince Ping turned out to be really surprised." He said hurriedly.

The gentlemen will naturally care about this news.

Chen Shao just shook his head.

"Go down," he said.

The boy was a little confused and had to leave.

You see, isn't it just for King Ping to draw the thunder? To let everyone understand that King Ping was not struck by lightning because of his heinous crimes?

Why does it look like the master doesn't care at all?

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"Care? Except for those in the palace..."

In the Jinshui Garden, the burning straw man had been extinguished by the rain, leaving a charred section in the field, but the people around him had not dispersed yet and were still talking about it.

The two officials were talking as they squeezed through the crowd. The one who spoke reached out and pointed in the direction of the palace.

"...They in the palace care about it, but who else will care about it?"

He continued, looking back at the lively scene.

"Look at the officials who come here. They are all inconspicuous and insignificant people like you and me, but none of the important officials and ministers come here at all."

"How Prince Ping died has no meaning anymore. What they need to know and care about is that His Highness Prince Ping is dead."

"What's more, this incident can't prove anything. Apart from proving that it's not easy to draw thunder, Mrs. Cheng can't kill people from a distance."

This statement made the other official disagree and he stopped.
To be continued...