Han Changyu took the dagger given to him by the mirror soul and came out of the ruins. The sky www.biquge.info already darkened, and it was snowing again. Outside, there was no shadow of Han Moyu. Han Changyu jumped out of the palace gate, and then looked around.

At this moment, Han Moyu got lost, looking around in the huge palace, and hurriedly ran down the path towards the place where the music sounded. It's New Year, and there must be dance music in the place where the festival is held. As long as you follow the sound, you will definitely find your way back.

The snow has been falling all the time, at first it was not big, and then it slowly turned into a heavy snow of goose feathers. After a while, Han Moyu's body was covered with a layer of snow. She didn't care about brushing the snow off her body, she just kept looking around, and ran along the path she saw to a place where there was music.

After passing through an arch and passing by a small lake covered with thin ice, Han Moyu saw a craggy rockery. The rockery is not very high, but overlapping; In the middle of the rugged peaks, there is an artificially hewn stone staircase, which winds towards the top of the rockery.

At the end of the stone steps, the eaves of a pavilion peeked out. Because the moonlight was dim, the trees around the pavilion looked pitch black, casting black shadows. Han Moyu looked up at the dark pavilion at the end of the stone steps, and decided to take a detour and walk from the path under the rockery. She had just walked a few steps when she suddenly heard the chaotic footsteps of several people walking towards the rockery.

"Don't follow me!" Someone yelled loudly. In the silence of the night, his voice seemed abrupt. His voice was full of anger, yet it seemed so desolate and thin.

Han Moyu frowned, feeling that the voice was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it for a while. He quietly poked his head out from behind the rockery and looked in the direction of the sound.

Behind the rockery is a dense plum forest. At this moment, the red plums full of trees are in full bloom, exuding a faint fragrance. A young man in a red brocade robe walked quickly from the blooming plum forest, walked a few steps and then stopped, turned his head and yelled at the person behind him: "Get out of here, do you hear?!" Don't follow me! ”

Behind the young man in red, he followed several pink-clothed palace maids who carried palace lamps in fear, and at this moment, hearing the young man's roar, they all lowered their heads and knelt to the side. After the red-clothed young man finished yelling, he turned around and was just about to leave, when several pink-clothed palace maids carrying palace lamps behind him hurriedly stood up and followed.

The young man in red stood up again, turned his head to look at the group of pink-clothed palace maids, took a few steps back, and suddenly bent down violently and vomited blood. Seeing this, the pink-clothed palace maids hurriedly stepped forward with the lamp, helped the young man up, and said again and again: "Little master, let's go back to the palace as soon as possible!" If you cough like this, you need to be treated immediately! ”

The raised light illuminated the beautiful face of the young man in red, and Han Moyu recognized that it was actually the prince of Yan Kingdom who had just been singing on the high platform of the dueling arena and had been taken prisoner, Murong Huang!

Han Moyu stood in place, looking at this incomparable and beautiful prince of Yan Kingdom who had become a captive, and an inexplicable pity welled up in his heart. Such a noble and arrogant prince used to live a life of fine clothes and jade food, and the stars held the moon, however, once the country was ruined, he became a slave of the enemy country and was slaughtered by others!

Han Moyu still clearly remembers how angry, sad, and lonely the eyes of this beautiful and noble young man were when he first saw this slave prince of the dead country in the main hall.

"Get out of here! I don't care about you! Murong Huang, the prince of Yan Kingdom, roared angrily and kicked over the palace lamp that the palace maid placed at her feet. The lantern tumbled a few times, and then quickly burned, illuminating the surroundings. Han Moyu looked at Murong Huang's eyes, which seemed to be burning with raging flames.

"Little Lord! Please come back to the palace with us! Although the pink-clothed palace maids were frightened by Murong Huang's angry eyes, they still insisted on kneeling on the ground, unyielding.

"Little Lord! Please come back to the palace with us! The pink-clothed palace maids bowed their heads again.

Murong Huang, the prince of Yan Kingdom, vomited another mouthful of blood, he took two steps back, and shouted coldly: "Don't call me little master!" I'm not the show girl that the dog emperor chose to enter the palace! ”

"Master, please be cautious in your words and deeds!" One of the pink-clothed palace maids, whose headdress was slightly more expensive than the other palace maids, stood up and said, "If the master refuses to return to the palace with us, the slaves and maids will have to offend!" As he spoke, he glanced at several other palace maids. The rest of the palace maids stood up one after another, and they were about to rush forward to grab Murong Huang's clothes.

Murong Huang, the prince of Yan Kingdom, was furious, roared and shook off their outstretched hands: "You group of dog minions, you dare to bully me!" I'll let you die one by one without a place to bury! ”

The palace ladies seemed to be a little frightened and stopped one after another. The pink-clothed palace maid wearing a hairpin on her head said, "Master, why do you bother? What a glory it is for the emperor to favor you now! No number of people can look forward to it! What's more, you are now without a country and a home, what is left except for this good looks? Why don't you use the face that God has given you to firmly grasp the heart of His Majesty the Emperor, so that you can be honored and favored for eternity? ”

"You!" Murong Huang was so angry that he trembled, he stepped forward and slapped the pink-clothed palace maid wearing a hairpin, and said angrily: "Even if I am down, but I am still an upright man, how can I accept / joy under a man with peace of mind and invite favor like a woman?!" What's more, that man is still the enemy who ruined my family! Murong Huang gritted his teeth and said, "Even if I die today, I don't want to live like this!" ”

The pink-clothed palace maid wearing a hairpin stiffened her face and said with a smile: "Master, no matter what you want to do today, I am a slave and maid who came to you to take back to Fengqi Palace on the emperor's command." While the dinner is not over yet, you have returned to Fengqi Palace as soon as possible, and the slave can pretend that nothing has happened! After speaking, he glanced at Murong Huang, and when he saw that Murong Huang was not moving, he said, "Master, go back to the palace as soon as possible!" I don't know if you want to go by yourself, or let the slaves and maids send you back by themselves?! ”

Murong Huang let out a low laugh, he staggered back a few steps, but he was already being held back by several palace maids, and he couldn't break free.

Murong Huang was furious and scolded: "I'm down, a dog slave like you has climbed on my head!" Hehehe......" He laughed angrily: "I remember everything...... I, Murong Huang, will never die, and once I will get back everything that everyone owes me! ”

Several sturdy palace maids pressed Murong Huang and dragged the weak young man forward, while Murong Huang smiled and scolded. Han Moyu couldn't stand it anymore, and was about to come out to stop it, but suddenly heard a majestic shout: "Stop!" ”