He saw her again.

In the snow, her red clothes fluttered.

He was on the horse, white feather armor, looking behind her, ten thousand blades.

It was so close that he could clearly see the changing light and shadow in her eyes, leaving no trace behind.

Horror, despair, until now, only a piece of sorrow is as cold as water.

She looked at the soldiers waiting behind him, smiled slightly, and her long hair fluttered in the wind.

Brother Yao.

He heard her voice, so soft that he began to suspect that she hadn't really spoken, it was just a voice hovering in his head, and it had been stubbornly refusing to go away for so many years.

With some hesitation, he reached out and pointed in her direction.

And the shallow smile on her lips expanded little by little, and finally turned into an arc that captivated the country and the city.

His heart sank, but he didn't have time to make any moves, he could only watch her jump off the cliff, so resolute, so quiet, as beautiful as a shock.

With the wind knife on his side, his right arm kept maintaining the posture of stretching forward, strangely stopping in mid-air, motionless.

The body is stiff and numb, and the heart is the same, it doesn't feel cold, and it doesn't feel pain.

"Your Highness is wise, God bless me for ......"

In the kneeling and cheering of the soldiers behind him, he slowly withdrew his hand little by little.

"Go back to the palace. ”

Holding the reins, he spoke indifferently.

The sound mingled with the howling wind and snow, shattering the cold silence of the room.

"Your Highness......"

Outside the door, the voice of the chief manager Qin An was slightly worried, Nan Chengyao closed his eyes slightly, the same nightmare, for five years, has been with him.

He got up and said lightly: "What's the matter?"

Qin An paused for a moment, and his voice sounded respectfully outside the door: "Prime Minister Murong has arrived and is waiting in the front hall." ”

Qin waited quietly outside the door, listening to the silence in the room.

Not worried, he watched His Highness grow up, step by step, to where he is today. He knows how tough his heart is, and he knows what is best for him.

The door opened in a few moments, and he didn't wait long.

Nan Chengyao wore a dark robe, dressed casually, but he couldn't hide it, and he was noble.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the sky, the moon was like a hook.

Without saying much, the corners of his curved lips faintly hooked a cool smile, and he walked straight towards the front hall over Qin An.

Now, what is there in life that can't be abandoned?