In October, the wind is as cold as a knife.

In the capital, at this time, it may only be the beginning of the light snow, the forest is bleak, and in the land of Saibei, the grass and trees have long withered between the vast undulating fields, leaving only a piece of withered yellow and bleak, and occasionally a few old trees stand, which are also bald branches and have no leaves.

In the middle of the night, the cold wind howled and swept through, sweeping up the yellow sand on the ground, and stirring the moonlight into a cloud.

Han Jue stood alone in the vast wilderness on horseback, and the iron armor on his body was cold to the bone.

His robes had long since been shattered, mottled blood oozing through the cracks in his iron armor, and he was frozen stiff by this time. On his shoulders, on his back, on his legs, on his arms, almost all over his body was intact, and his hand holding the sword was also blood-red, numb from the cold wind.

However, what is even more numb is the chest that originally hid the blood, and the sincere heart to serve the country has long been torn to pieces, at this moment, between the eyebrows in my heart, all engraved are resentment - the Jingning Marquis Mansion in the capital was beheaded, and the soldiers who followed the Han family's father and son outside the Yanming Pass were all secretly cleansed by people without exception, and in just one night, this impregnable city was stained with blood.

Han Jue never thought that the three of them, father and son, were guarding the fortress outside the fortress with their lives, guarding this fortress in the north with their lives, and resisting countless fierce attacks by the Tiele people, but they could not prevent the net laid by the new emperor at some point.

There was nothing abnormal before going to bed last night, but in the middle of the night, his father Han Sui was assassinated in the camp tent, and then the deputy general took out the holy decree of the new emperor and announced the crime of rebellion in the Jingning Marquis Mansion. God knows, when did their father and son wholeheartedly defend their family and country ever act against each other?

The new emperor's butcher's knife has been raised, he and his brother Han Yu risked their lives to fight their way out of the encirclement, all the way to the west, the accompanying 800 soldiers were slaughtered, until now, he is left alone standing alone in the cold moon and cold wind, on the verge of death.

Touching his chest, the heart was still pounding, his fingertips brushed the cold and rough iron armor, and when he looked inside, it was a warm and warm jade - it was a token that Xie Xuan gave him when he got married, praying for him to return to Beijing safely.

Xuan Xuan, Xuan Xuan.

Thinking of that shadow, Han Jue clenched his sword tightly, and his arm began to tremble.

He still carried the letter sent to his family half a year ago in his arms, on which was Xie Xuan's familiar handwriting, saying that the doctor had diagnosed her pregnancy and hoped that he would come back before November to witness the birth of the child. Between the lines, it was full of anticipation and joy, and he could even imagine what it looked like for her to write a letter - sitting quietly in front of the table by the window, with a smile that could not be hidden on her delicate face, she happily wrote a letter, next to Fangzhou polished ink for her, and the master and servant shared the joy.

Han Jue looked forward to it for more than seven months, and after asking for the permission of his father Han Sui, he had already packed his bags, just waiting for the middle of October to set off, rushing back to the capital like a fly, and going to hug his wife and childish son in his arms, hug and kiss fiercely.

But within a few days, □□ was born, and now the Jingning Marquis Mansion was raided, and according to the person who delivered the letter, no one escaped.

And what about her? She and the child, isn't it......

Such a delicate woman, still pregnant, how can she withstand any torture?

His body trembled suddenly, Han Jue only felt a spasmodic pain all over his body, and he couldn't bear to think about it anymore, he suddenly urged the war horse and galloped wildly in the dark night. The wind whistled past his ears, as if it was an invisible roar between heaven and earth, and the wounds on Han Jue's body cracked, and warm blood oozed out, and then condensed in the cold wind.

All that is dangling in front of me is her shadow, the beauty and dependence when she was a child, the shyness and gentleness after the marriage, as if she could hear her calling "Brother Yuju" in her ear, as if she was happy and angry, and she seemed to be sad. She has relied on him since she was a child, and she entrusted everything when she married into the Han family, but how did he repay it?

After four years of waiting and one year of pregnancy, she waited for his return in the capital, but he didn't have time to fulfill all his promises and promises, and he lost them all unexpectedly. After that, where is the opportunity to make amends?

With a cramping pain in his heart, like being tormented by boiling oil, Han Jue bowed down in pain, and blood oozed from his lips.

The cold wind was still howling, and for a while, the roars and war songs of the soldiers echoed in their ears, and those brothers who lived and died together in the past ended up swords facing each other and slaughtering their hands and feet.

The loved ones are gone, the brothers are scattered, and the world is vast, but I don't know where to go.

Mixed with longing and resentment, Han Jue finally set his eyes on the south—there was the quiet courtyard in the Jingning Marquis Mansion, and the fierce emperor in the Great Inner Palace. The dead cannot be resurrected, and all he can do is get revenge.

Even if you chop that poisonous snake into pieces, it will be difficult to vent your anger!

The night wind was biting, and Han Jue, who was seriously injured, rolled off the horse, and in the overwhelming cold, only the jade bi on her chest was warm, just like her soft and warm hand, gently caressing her chest.

*

It is Chinese New Year's Eve to sneak back to the capital, and the prosperous and lively capital in my memory has long been transformed, most of the wealthy families of the previous dynasty have been purged, and under the ruthless wrist of the new emperor, the court is withering, the people are afraid, and everyone is silent. Obviously, it was only dusk, but each family closed their doors and windows early, and the peddlers and pawns also returned home in a hurry.

Even Chinese New Year's Eve, the most festive time of the year, doesn't have much of a celebratory atmosphere.

Han Jue's body was a short fight of coarse cloth, and a sharp short knife was hidden in the sleeve of his robe, at first glance, except for his tall and healthy body, he was no different from an ordinary traveler.

He lowered his eyebrows, and hurried through the streets and alleys, gradually approaching the familiar mansion.

The door plaque of the Marquis of Jingning has long been taken off, and there are cobwebs in front of the double vermilion lacquer gates, and the seal on the door has been eroded by wind and rain, and it has long been peeled off.

Han Jue climbed over the wall and entered, and the rockery houses were all familiar, but they were extremely messy - most of the bonsai in the courtyard had been overturned, the valuable things in the house had already been looted, and the ground was full of broken porcelain.

Snowflakes gradually drifted in the gloomy night, Han Jue walked back to the courtyard where he and Xie Xuan lived, it was the same mess, all the objects he brought back outside the customs were destroyed, and Xie Xuan's favorite calligraphy and paintings were mostly torn to the ground, along with rouge thick ink and broken golden hairpins and jade hairpins.

Han Jue staggered in, and a wild cat came out from under the table and scurried out like the wind.

His heart was full of pain, he brushed the familiar tables and chairs, and his expression was in a trance, as if he could see her standing on the edge of the couch, and his lazy makeup was ignored after waking up in the morning, but he smiled at him and called "Brother Yujie".

The begonia red shirt is delicate and gorgeous, but it is not as beautiful as her beauty at all.

His Xuan Xuan is the most beautiful woman in the world, the deepest tenderness in her heart, and the most painful wound today.

called "Xuan Xuan", but the response to Han Jue was only empty and cold.

The pain and depression of months gradually collapsed, and Han Jue lay down in front of the couch, holding the brocade quilt deadly.

Never before did he regret it so much, he clung to her usual soft pillow, trying to find a familiar body temperature. At that time, he only wanted to defend his family and defend the country, make meritorious contributions, and earn glory for her, and he could walk in front of people with his head held high, and the scenery was infinite, but the day and night overturned, and the road to glory was broken, but he never had a chance to give her these again.

There was no longer a chance to hold her soft hand, take her into his arms, and kiss and love.

There is no longer a chance to lie on his neck, whispering in the middle of the night, and grinding his ears and temples.

I never had the opportunity to listen to her soft words and smiles, enjoy spring flowers and autumn chrysanthemums, and swim in warm mountains and soft waters.

If he knew this, he would never travel far! He will not wait for the empty fame outside the Yanming Pass, but leave her alone in the capital to wait.

It turns out that those dreams of glory that have not yet been fulfilled are not as good as the ordinary and gentle day and night companionship.

In his hand, he still held the broken jade jue that he had just picked up at the courtyard gate, and the silk threads on it had long been soaked in muddy water, but the jade jue was still warm, and she wiped her clothes gently, as if she could still touch her body temperature.

Xuan Xuan, Xuan Xuan.

Once he thought of the abandoned corpse wilderness of the Marquis of Jingning, and the despair and loneliness of Xie Xuan dying of being pregnant, Han Jue felt that his heart was like a knife, and he originally wanted to give her the most prosperous Qi dream, but in the end he didn't even give her a tomb. That is the little girl he has hidden in his heart since he was a child, the warmth he hides deep in his heart in the wind and sand outside Yanming Pass, and the wife he misses all the time!

The love he promised was accompanied, and the wine and flowers he promised were like sharp knives piercing his heart.

Yue Wang Weiyong, that madman-like poisonous snake, killed all the loyal and good, and mutilated all the innocent, why did he live in the deep palace unharmed and sit on the world?

Han Jue stabbed the short knife into the ground hard, hatred churning in his eyes.

The new emperor ascended the throne by conspiracy, and the precautions inside and outside the palace were extremely strict, and trying to sneak into the palace to assassinate the poisonous snake was tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg. Han Jue hid in an abandoned farmhouse outside the city, waiting for the opportunity - no one in the Jingning Marquis Mansion was spared, and the Hengguo Mansion had already collapsed, and his old friends probably didn't want to see him, a "traitor" who had been buried outside the city, and the only thing he could care about was the old things left by Xie Xuan.

Green clothes, green clothes and yellow clothes. The worries of the heart, the maintenance of it!

Green clothes, green clothes and yellow clothes. The worry of the heart, the death of the mother!

For many late nights, Han Jue sat silently outside the house looking at old things, his back was handsome in the moonlight, but he was extremely rare.

*

In the middle of June, the heat is thick, the new emperor out of the palace, go to the palace to escape the heat, along the way the guard of honor to open the way, the people avoid, the momentum is huge, the scenery is the same. However, when approaching the palace, he accidentally encountered an assassin, who was shot through the head with a crossbow two hundred paces away, and nailed to the wall of the carriage.

At the time of the national funeral, mourning was held inside and outside the capital, but secretly there were all kinds of rumors, and many people applauded.

Thousands of miles away, Han Jue rode alone, carrying the old things left by Xie Xuan in his package, took advantage of the chaos to get out of Yanming Pass, all the way to the west, to the ancient temple in the river valley where he was once hidden, and prayed for a monk.

The abbot was an old man in his fifties, but he was faintly majestic between his kind eyebrows, and when he saw Han Jue's heavy package, he shook his head categorically, "The donor's fate is not broken, and he can't enter the empty door." Then the old monk settled down and didn't look at Han Jue again.

Han Jue categorically stayed.

This world is vast, his wife has been lost, and his revenge has been avenged, except for bitter regret and longing, there seems to be no obstacle in his heart. He stayed in the ancient temple, helping to chop wood and carry water, sweeping the floor and listening to Zen in his spare time.

It's just that the scriptures are profound and extensive, teaching people to break love and read them, and every time he is halfway through the recitation, Han Jue can't continue-

Her mind is full of old memories, she smiled like a flower in the Hengguo Mansion, was lonely and cultivated in the Xuanzhen Temple, sitting alone in the bamboo forest, and only rejoiced when he went to visit; She married into the Han family with full expectations, and the sweet entanglement of the wedding night, he hated to rub her into his body and never abandon her; She was curled up in his arms while she was asleep, her arms clasped around her neck, as if she was afraid that he would leave her.

made a lot of vows and ignited a lot of expectations, he went to Yanming Pass to seek fame, and wanted her to walk among the noblewomen in the capital in a beautiful manner, but unexpectedly, the work was not completed, and the marriage was broken first.

Remorse and longing weigh on the heart, and they are knots that cannot be untied by all scriptures.

The scriptures are all-encompassing, but they alone cannot tell him the answers he is seeking.

He misses her like that, wants to see her again, wants to make up for all his debts, which verse should he recite reverently in order to get a chance to do it again?

Ten years have passed, and the young and handsome battlefield general has become a middle-aged and steady silent man, all his spirit has converged in time, and there is only a trace of obsession entangled. He read all the scriptures persistently, and seemed to have no answer, until he came across the ancient sheepskin.

It seems to come from the bitter cold and desolate land of the Far West, where it is said that there was once a glorious kingdom, but it was eventually drowned in the yellow sand, leaving only some broken and strange ancient scrolls. It took almost all his life to gradually understand the metaphors in the scriptures, so he packed his bags without hesitation and walked to the desert yellow sand further west.

Trek through endless deserts, over icy rivers, over sword-like mountains, scorching the sun during the day and freezing in the ice cellar at night.

Han Jue never thought that far away from the prosperity of Hongchen, there would be such a bitter cold and desolate barren land, except for the occasional goshawk passing by, there was hardly anything alive.

The food in his backpack was almost exhausted, and he walked on the hot sand with a dry mouth, and before his body was scorched and cracked, he finally saw the strange mountains painted on the sheepskin—

In the dry yellow sand, black boulders are piled up and stacked on top of each other, forming a peak that rises into the sky.

Han Jue was overjoyed, almost exhausted all his strength, ran barefoot to the foot of the mountain, and looked up at the black stone peak.

The parchment scroll says that this pinnacle connects the heavens and the earth, and that there is a fiery dragon entrenched in it, spitting out the flames of hell. It is said that there is a path to hell in the dark void, but the fire dragon entrenched in it has the power to transform and rewrite reincarnation, which can bring the dead back to life and turn back time.

Han Jue couldn't tell whether it was true or not, but in the long and lonely life of decades, this was the only hope.

Climbing the boulder upward, the yellow sand gradually moved away, and standing in the fierce wind in mid-air, which was so fierce that he could barely breathe, he finally saw a huge black door. It was painted with strange patterns similar to those of a parchment scroll, one side like a blazing flame, the other colder than ice.

Without any thought, Han Jue pushed the giant door.

It was pitch black in front of him, and he seemed to fall into a coma in an instant, only feeling that he was falling, his body became very light, but his mind was extremely heavy, wrapped in those sweet and painful memories, making him almost breathless. The death-like silence and darkness, such as the sound of wind, fire, thunder, and Xie Xuan's faint breathing, seemed to be close to his ears.

Han Jue stretched out his arm suddenly, but he didn't expect a soft and familiar body.

His fingers touched something hot and hot, but his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them, and only a voice came into his head strongly—

"What are you asking for?"

"Go back in time, cherish her, and accompany her."

"What are you willing to give?"

"All the qiē, the body, the life, all I have."

"Even if you never enter reincarnation, there will be no afterlife?"

Han Jue couldn't grasp the meaning of reincarnation, but he didn't expect any afterlife, and in more than ten years of obsession, he only wanted her, but her. Without her, thousands of afterlives would have been lonely. The body is so weak that it seems to dissipate at any moment, and the invisible tremendous power is pressed on the heart, as if the slightest relaxation will cause the mind to dissipate.

He nodded as hard as he could, "All I want is her." ”

There was something hot spreading to his body, slowly devouring his bones and blood**, like the wind blowing through the sand, slowly peeling off the gravel; The remaining power gradually withdrew, as if water flowed through the palm of the hand, gradually disappearing, leaving no trace. The body is in ashes, like a broken body, as if it has been swallowed by something, and when all the qi is gone, all you can feel is those vivid and heavy memories.

He is willing to carry all the painful past, trek back to the past alone, just to see her beautiful and smiling again, and accompany her on sunny days and moonlit nights, so that she can live a safe life.

And he had no way of knowing that the memories he was carrying were also painful, carrying them in Xie Xuan's mind.