"Squeak-"

As the dilapidated door was slowly pushed open, a dazzling light shot in, and Lingbao closed his eyes and opened them again, but he saw the snow outside the door, making people almost unable to open their eyes. The next moment, a familiar figure stood outside the door, but it made him stunned, as if he saw an evil ghost, trembling and retreating.

"Feng-Feng Wei. ”

Hearing that Lingbao couldn't even speak, the corners of Feng Wei's lips, who were dressed in a big coat, hooked a faint arc, and he stepped over the threshold lightly, and walked in unhurriedly, as calm as usual when the master and apprentice said goodbye.

"But I haven't seen him for months, and I don't even call the master. ”

Hearing Feng Wei's steady voice, looking at the figure that was gradually approaching, Lingbao couldn't help but move his body back, tremblingly pointed to the tall figure in front of him and said, "You, aren't you dead?"

"Dead?"

Feng Wei raised his eyes with interest, and then saw a person walking in respectfully, but it was Lingbao's cronie, Xiao Yinzi.

Seeing Xiao Yinzi salute Feng Wei with great respect, Lingbao suddenly understood at this moment.

The cronies he had secretly cultivated all along had never been his own people, or rather, they were the eyeliner that Feng Wei had left by his side.

Almost involuntarily, Lingbao's body trembled suddenly, looking at Feng Wei in front of him, as if he was like a Yama, and a nightmarish coolness rose up on his spine.

Feng Wei suddenly didn't notice Lingbao's fear, and slowly walked in step by step, and the tall figure fell a dark shadow, forcing Lingbao to the corner, startled like a prey.

"Master and apprentice, I will teach you another sentence, if you want to realize your desires, you must cut the grass and eradicate the roots, if you don't make a move, you must make a decision immediately, and beat the other party to death. ”

Feng Wei's words were calm and easy-going, but he heard Lingbao trembling like chaff, Feng Wei squatted down lightly, looked at Lingbao who was trembling in the corner, and the corners of his lips hooked up a little relieved: "When I left Beijing, you should have gotten rid of me, Nanjing, it's too far, your wings are too thin, and you can't stretch that far." ”

After the words fell, Feng Wei slowly straightened up, and Chen Liang, who was behind him, held a sharp knife in his hand, and stepped forward indifferently, Lingbao immediately stepped forward in embarrassment and cried at Feng Wei's feet: "Master, master, the slave is wrong, beg the master to spare the slave and the maid once, the slave and the maid will never dare again, you will treat the slave and the maid as a thing, and leave the slave and maid with their lives——"

Hearing the cry under his feet, the corners of Feng Wei's lips hooked, and he stood sideways unhurriedly, lowered his head and looked at the embarrassed Lingbao gently: "When you showed your killing intention to the teacher, you should have thought of this day. ”

The words fell, Lingbao was stunned, his face was pale, and he was about to get up and struggle to escape, but he was subdued by Chen Liang, almost at the same time, the sound of the blade penetrating the flesh sounded muffledly, and the next moment, the dripping blood dripped down little by little, hitting the ground, Lingbao Yuan opened his eyes, lowered his eyes in disbelief, looking at the dagger that penetrated his chest, and the blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth in the next moment.

Suddenly, Lingbao fell to the ground, like a dead leaf on a branch, and under the twitching, it turned calm, and there was no possibility of even turning up.

Feng Wei's expression did not have the slightest wave, he just silently took out the handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped his hands, turned sideways, and said indifferently while folding the handkerchief in his hand: "Burn it to ashes and throw it into a dry well." ”

Out of the door, standing on the platform, looking at the heavy white snow and the cloudy sky, Feng Wei finally exhaled silently, at this moment, he was like a ghost gate, as long as half a point of difference, it should be him who died.

After all, he survived.

It's time for everything to come to an end.

……

In the night, looking at a pair of children in the distance, Xiao Yi's dark eyes were a little more gratified, and the next moment, Gu Yanling took the soup in Jiang Zhu's hand and was about to hand it forward, but Xiao Yi grabbed his waist and gently rested his head in her arms, as if he was a tired child.

Suddenly, Gu Yanling put the lotus mouth jade cup on the case, stretched out her hand and comfortingly stroked Xiao Yi's back, and the next moment, she could feel the slight sensation and depression of the person in her arms.

"After all, I haven't even seen the last time the emperor's grandfather. ”

The man's choked and hoarse voice rose from his arms, Gu Yanling silently lowered his eyes, his eyes were a little more gloomy, and he gently stroked Xiao Yi's back again and again in his hand, and finally said slowly: "You have guarded the country for Daxing, Your Majesty will be relieved even if you are on the other side." ”

When the words fell, the two faced each other silently, in the silence, Gu Yanling held Xiao Yi like that, and Xiao Yi also relied on her arms for the first time, and it took a long time before he spoke, full of restraint.

"Ah Jiu, promise me that you will not leave me in this life. ”

Hearing this short sentence, Gu Yanling's heart suddenly ached, and he couldn't help but have tears, but he lowered his body and hugged Xiao Yi back, and whispered in his ear: "Okay." ”

On the eve of Emperor Daxing's entry into the mausoleum, the imperial city was already full of white, and in this snow-white world, it added a bit of gloom. As Hua Yuan stopped in front of the Shouhuang Palace, Gu Yanling, who was dressed in plain clothes and silver hairpins, and Xiao Yi, who was also dressed in plain clothes, slowly walked down, and the two walked hand in hand, step by step, and the concubines, foreign women and palace people all respectfully gave way and bowed silently.

At this moment, Gu Yanling and Xiao Yi entered side by side, looking at the mourning hall of the Daxing Emperor in front of him, Gu Yanling felt the stiffness and silence of Xiao Yi beside him.

Stretching out his hand, under the wide sleeve, Gu Yanling lightly held Xiao Yi's hand, and with a slight touch, Xiao Yi looked sideways and met those gentle and warm eyes.

The next moment, Xiao Yi walked away, and the husband and wife stepped forward solemnly, walked in with incense, and led everyone behind them to kneel down.

"Mourn—"

At this moment, Gu Yanling turned his head sideways and saw the cold tears on Xiao Yi's face, and couldn't help but be silent.

Looking away, on top of this mourning hall, there are a few people who are really like Xiao Yi, who are really crying for family affection.

It's just mourning for the sake of mourning, mourning for his duckweed-like future.

Gu Yanling turned his head and looked at the dark token, and for a moment, he was a little stunned.

The former Emperor Jianheng, Xiao Yi's imperial grandfather, was the cold-blooded emperor who sat on the throne with a blade brother, and was also a hard-working emperor who worked day and night for the people, and in front of Xiao Yi and her, he was also a loving elder.

No matter what the scenery was in the past, even if it was the Son of Heaven, he couldn't escape a dead word.

Everything in front of her made her ask herself, after she died in the previous life, who would cry for her?

After thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't think of a person, perhaps, at the moment of her death, there were far more people laughing than crying.

Looking at Xiao Yi beside her, as well as a pair of children behind her, Gu Yanling only felt that her life was entrusted, in this life, she was not alone, she also had the belief that she had to adhere to, that is, no matter what the future holds, she was willing to stand by Xiao Yi's side, hold this pair of children, accompany each other, and go to the end.