At this point, the expression on his face gradually changed from ridicule to sadness: "In the year of the water, the man sent out by my father was only a small half when he came back, and the edict was never found. After this incident, the first emperor paid more and more attention to the Jingwang Mansion, and in the end, he almost confined the Jingwang Mansion. During this period, my father also searched for the remnants of the Qin clan in every possible way, but unfortunately the time was not good, and there were only a few people left in the Qin family at that time, and they wandered around in order to survive, and even they themselves did not know where to go, how can we know? My father sent out more than ten groups of people, all of whom returned empty-handed. This search, another four years passed in a hurry, and it was the nineteenth year of Yongping. ”

At this point, his voice became quieter, and he lowered his head, and his whole body was enveloped by a sad emotion.

The nineteenth year of Yongping was the year of King Jing's rebellion.

That year, Mo was 16 years old.

Looking at his weak figure, Qin Su's eyes crossed a trace of extremely faint disapproval.

Everything she suffered in her previous life was because of inseparable, even though the past between King Jing and the first emperor was indeed embarrassing, but this was just a matter of becoming a king or defeating a king, in the final analysis, everything was caused by the desire for power.

Besides, Mo Buli and Qin Su, or Mo Bu and Huan, is a natural hostile relationship, either you die or I die, and there is no possibility of turning around in the meantime.

In this case, Qin Su naturally hoped that the one who died was the other party, not her.

"Lord Du wants to know the reason why I hate the Huan clan deeply, doesn't it?" Mo Buli's voice suddenly sounded, carrying the cold of the heavy snow, falling into his ears.

Huan Zicheng didn't speak, only nodded indifferently.

Mo Buli lowered his head slightly, his gaze swept back and forth between Huan Zicheng and Qin Su from bottom to top.

The snow fell on his cheeks, and the eyebrows and eyes became darker and darker, especially the eyes, which were as black as a bottomless abyss.

He looked at them like this, as if he wanted to find a familiar figure from them, and after a long time, Fang grinned the corners of his lips: "I think, you must have never heard of it, but the day before my father's incident, I had a meeting with Huan Daofei. ”

The mountain wind gradually surged, stirring up the heavy snow in the sky, and rushed to the simple eaves of the Danjing room. Qin Su lowered her eyes and saw that a large snowflake had fallen on the edge of her silk skirt, and there were also a few snow stains on the hem of Huan Zicheng's robe.

"Jiajun...... Accusing you?" Huan Zicheng's voice rang out suddenly.

The sound was so cold and icy that it seemed to pierce a person's ear.

Qin Su subconsciously shuddered.

However, before she could have any more thoughts, her body suddenly felt warm.

She hurriedly looked up, and saw that the dumb slave had already stood beside her at some point, and was draping a thick folded branch plum tufted gold thread Shu brocade robe over her cloak.

"The snow is heavy, Your Highness must not catch a cold. He whispered, stuffed another hand stove in his hand, and grinned at Qin Su: "Jinghong gave it to me before leaving, His Highness will take it." ”

The warmth between his fingers, together with the warmth brought by the clothes, made Qin Su's cold heart also warm a little.

"Thank you, Uncle Dumb. She smiled at the mute slave.

The dumb slave didn't speak, only bowed his head slightly to her, and then turned his head to look at Mo Buli and Ah Lie, and his face turned cold in an instant.

Huan Zicheng didn't notice the conversation between Qin Su and the dumb slave.

He was looking at Mo Buli, his expression was sparse, and his eyes were still cold: "The king of the county hates the Huan family deeply, is it because of the king?"

Mo Buli looked at him in a daze, his expression was blank, and he opened his lips and asked after a while, "This is him...... Told you?" was a very difficult voice, as if squeezed out of the depths of the throat word by word.

"I guess. Huan Zicheng brushed the hem of his clothes casually, swept away the residual snow at the hem of the robe, and looked indifferent: "The king of the county set up a fifteen-year plan to change his daughter, just to let Ah Pu return to Huan Mansion in the name of Huan Thirteen Niang, and its purpose is to let Ah Pu show the fire phoenix seal you gave her at a critical moment, and take the lead in accusing her so-called 'father' - that is, the family monarch - collaborating with the enemy and destroying my Huan family." The county king's plan, with the betrayal of his relatives as the breaking point, contains great hatred and a strong sense of revenge. I guessed that the people of my Huan clan probably treated the county king like this back then. Now that I heard what the king of the county said, I think that the person who betrayed you back then should be the king. And the purpose of your plan is to avenge the betrayal of your family. ”

Mo Buli seemed to be stunned when he heard it, his face was stunned, and his lips that were purple from the cold were trembling slightly.

Seeing this, Ah Lie on the side showed sadness on his face.

He took two steps forward slowly, bent down and took out a thick robe from the hand of a corpse that looked like a servant, and draped it over for Mo Buli.

Mo sat indifferently, letting Ah Lie tie the ties of his coat tightly, his eyes empty.

"That fire phoenix seal, is it a manuscript drawn by the king of the county?" Huan Zicheng said again.

It was clearly a ruthless voice, but the face of Mo was slowly showing sadness and desolation.

He rolled his dark and cold eyes, looked at Huan Zicheng, and a miserable smile crossed his face: "As smart as Lord Dudu, he really deserves to be ...... his children. ”

Who he refers to by "he" is clear to everyone.

Qin Sumu looked at him, and always felt that whenever he talked about Huan Daofei, there would always be something more in his expression and posture.

If Qin Su was really just a fifteen-year-old girl, I was afraid that she wouldn't be able to see this abnormality. However, after all, she has already lived a lifetime, so she can see at a glance that her feelings for Huan Daofei are extremely complicated.

She couldn't help but shake her head.

Love is deep and longevity, these four words are really appropriate to use on Mo Buli's body.

"Indeed, it was Huan Daofei who denounced my father back then. Mo Buli's voice sounded again, pulling Qin Su's thoughts back.

Qin Su looked at him and saw that the misery on his face had faded, and he had returned to his original slippery and cold appearance: "Since Lord Du Du has guessed it, I won't go into the process of repeating it." His voice was like a man, and his expression was extremely desolate: "In the end, this is actually my fault, I shouldn't have been in a hurry to show my mouth, so that Huan Daofei noticed my father's movements, and then reported my father to the first emperor, and my father lost the first hand, and was chased and killed by the first emperor's men and horses all the way to Baiyun Temple." ”

He let out a long sigh and looked around.

In the vast snow, those broken stones were like tombstones, burying everything he was once familiar with.

Loved ones, friends, loved ones......

Everything he had loved was crushed into pieces under this large broken stone.