Murong Huang's face turned pale, and he kept whispering and laughing, laughing heartlessly. What always comes to his mind is the beautiful face of his mother.

What you really like in your heart is a girl who is as gentle as water, not a guy like me who is neither male nor female. You waited, waited, waited for a long time, and finally got a real girl. You rejoiced, and cared for her, and held her, for fear that she would be hurt a little. At that time, I used to hide in the corner, looking at the smile you showed at her, and thinking, "Mother, why is this?" Am I not your own flesh and blood? Why do other concubines hope to have a boy like the stars and the moon, but you want a girl?

The girl you loved so much, but suddenly died, and in order to protect the boy you didn't like, the boy you had been raising him as a girl.

You must have hated me at the time.

Murong Huang smiled eating, if the concubine was still alive, how should I ask her? Do I hate her for turning me into this, or should she hate me for making her lose her beloved daughter?

"Murong Huang, since you already know that you don't want to live like this, why don't you ask His Majesty the Emperor to stop dressing up as a girl?" Han Moyu asked.

Murong Huang smiled disdainfully, "Hmph, do you think they want me to become a prince, I am a prince, they want me to become a princess, I am a princess?" haha...... Do you think that after being raised like this for more than ten years, I can still change back? What's more, what is the difference between me and a woman who sells laughter when I am being pressed under me and doing dirty things?

"Murong Huang ......" Han Mo Yu shouted his name behind his back, but Murong Huang laughed and walked away, his long clothes fluttering in the wind.

In the pavilion, only Han Moyu stood in a daze, staring at Murong Huang's distant back. The faint scent of orchids still lingered in the air.

Murong Huang came out of the cold mansion and finally couldn't help shedding tears. remembered that since his sister Murong Xue died, he hadn't cried like this for a long time. He wept loudly and stood in the street, not paying any attention to the astonished eyes of the crowd. In this way, under the watchful eyes of everyone and the curious and sympathetic gaze, the crying beautiful young man in white finally walked away step by step as if he had cried enough.

Why am I doing this? Because my sister's death is a shadow that has been lingering since I was a child? Or is it because I hate, so I want to torture myself in this way and take revenge on my dead mother? Murong Huang just dragged his steps and lost his soul on the street like that. The guards in the palace squeezed through the crowd of onlookers, rushed over and held Murong Huang down, tied his hands and feet, and threw him into a sedan chair. Murong Huang was just stunned and at the mercy of them, without the slightest resistance.

The sedan chair was lifted, swaying and swaying, very comfortable. Murong Huang leaned there, he knew that he would be sent back to that deep and terrifying palace to face the person he hated. He may have felt tired, his head was getting lower and lower, and he fell asleep leaning on the sedan chair, with tears still hanging from his eyelashes. He smiled, he must have been dreaming, good dreams. What kind of dream is that?

He dreamed of Murong Xue, his dead sister. He moved uneasily. The guards had already taken him back to the palace, lifted him out of the palanquin, and gently placed him on the dragon couch in the emperor's bedroom. Emperor Fu Jian walked over, sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the child, and said, "You all go down!"

Murong Huang was lying on the dragon bed, dreaming an ethereal dream.

It's pitch black. On the mottled road, Murong Xue squatted and cried. There was a long black shadow trailing behind him. Murong Huang wanted to get close to her, but he couldn't get to her side.

"Brother!" Murong Xue cried. "Murong Xue, my brother misses you so much. "Brother, I miss you so much. I was left alone, so scared. It's so dark and so cold in there. I miss home, my mother, and you. "It's me who is not good, and I am the one who should stand up and protect you. "Brother, I'm so scared. I'm so lonely. Take me home, okay?" "Okay, I'll take you home, let's go home, okay......" Murong Huang wanted to walk over and reach out to grab his sister.

Murong Xue suddenly floated up, as if she was being pulled by an invisible force, she cried and shouted, brother, don't leave me alone! Murong Huang wanted to reach out and pull her, but she was like a crystal butterfly, flying farther and farther, and disappeared all at once.

Murong Xue ~~~~~~~~~!!

Murong Huang raised his head, and the cherry blossom tree was in full bloom. The petals fell one after another, flying like snowflakes, kissing Murong Huang's cheek and falling into his collar. Tears slid down Murong Huang's face like a waterfall.

Murong Huang woke up crying and sobbing, holding his chest for a long time and unable to calm down. He found himself in tears and embraced by the emperor.

"Huang'er, are you having a nightmare?" His Majesty the Emperor asked softly in Murong Huang's ear. He always likes to call him by his first name. He hugged the child and felt like a butterfly with broken wings.

At this time, Murong Huang quietly lay in the arms of the person he hated, and fell into memories again. I remember that not long after her sister Murong Xue died, Concubine Yun gave birth to a child, a girl, but she was very much like Murong Xue. At that time, he was so happy that he ran to see the little sister every day.

However, it didn't take long for such days to be broken. With the Yan State being breached, the army of the Qin State drove straight into the palace and was unstoppable. Murong Huang still remembers that the bloody massacre scene was full of swords and swords, and blood flowed like a river...... The concubines fled with the palace people and died, some committed suicide by throwing themselves into the lake, some committed suicide by jumping into a well, some died by poisoning, and many more became the souls of the Qin generals who pounced on them like wolves.

Murong Huang still clearly remembers that when Concubine Yun was hacked to death with a knife, she was still tightly protecting the baby who looked like Murong Xue in her arms. Murong Huang pushed aside the scattered crowd and rushed over to hug the baby, but saw a soldier stabbing down, and blood splattered out......

The desperate Murong Huang cried like crazy, but was dragged away by those soldiers until he reached the main hall. At that time, the mother concubine was laughing and drinking a glass of poisoned wine, and the enemy ** official who exuded a cold breath was hugging the mother concubine tightly. That person is Han Moyu's father, Han Yujue, the general of the Qin State.

And the one who gave this order to kill and burn all was the big devil in front of him, the emperor of the Qin State, who was constantly violating and demanding himself. And himself, facing the enemy of the exterminating clan, could only grit his teeth and rejoice under him, and could not do anything.

Murong Huang laughed, and in the emperor's puzzled eyes, he pushed the emperor away with force, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.