第11章 背负诅咒的孩子

巨龙撞破了宫殿的天花板,在飞扬的尘土里飞向了星空。

黑女巫的大笑声回荡在辽阔无涯的夜幕中:

“诅咒业已成立,无可回避!

“明天,我将离开这个垂死的王国。

“再见了,国王陛下,和你的宝贝公主一同死去吧!”

老国王跪倒在地,望着被撞出大窟窿的宫殿天花板和飞扬的土尘,望着消失在夜空深处的黑龙,无力和绝望在心底油然而生。

环顾四周,来自各国的外宾们,纷纷仓皇逃窜。

不少人想要回到他们的国家后,告知自己的母国,不要再靠近这被诅咒的国土。

之前庆典的喜悦,绯红的灯火、欢庆的歌声、盛宴的香气和美酒的芳芳,都像是一场幻梦,一戳就破。

“为什么?为什么会这样?”

老国王跪在地上,朝天痛呼。

这位年迈的君主脸上,写满了绝望的苍白。

摇篮中,小公主被巨响吵醒,神色茫然,还不知道发生了什么。

这位初生的公主殿下,尚不知道自己背负了怎样的诅咒。

她没有恐惧,也没有哭泣。

紧接着,无论是国王、王后还是魔法师莱茵,都见证了此生难忘一幕——

年幼无知的奥萝拉,朝着宫殿上方,天花板窟窿外的璀璨星河,挥舞着稚嫩的小手。

襁褓里的睡美人,对着漫天繁星,发出嘻嘻的笑声。

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