The winter wind is biting, a knife is scraped on the face, and a knife is cut in the heart. She shouldn't remember how she was blinded by the wind and snow, and how she hid back in her Yaoguang Palace's cage in embarrassment. It's just that when I opened my eyes again, I saw Han Xizai's philanthropic eyebrows.

"Qingchen, are you awake?" Han Xizai stretched out his hand to probe her pulse, but was grabbed by Xun Qingchen.

Han Xizai looked at her puzzled, and only said softly: "What's wrong?" ”

Hu Qingchen tugged at Han Xizai's sleeve, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and his heart suddenly understood. She slowly tightened the silk with her ten fingers, and a sneer appeared on her lips: "You say, should I call you Han Xizai?" Or do you call you Mo Sheng? ”

"Mother, what nonsense are you talking about?" Han Xizai smiled slightly, quietly pulled his sleeve out of his palm, and changed the conversation, "You are so dignified, why did you send Qingnu away?" If I hadn't entered the palace in time, how could your weak and thin body be so lonely and drowned in this snowstorm? ”

"You know right? You already knew it from the beginning, right? Hu Qingchen's eyes were wide open, but they were only dry red, without a trace of tears, and his throat was trembling with whimpering, which was more heart-wrenching than crying, "I don't know, you all lie to me!" Lie to me! ”

"Niangniang......" Han Xizai looked at Hun Qingchen's sad appearance, and wanted to open his mouth to comfort, but the words were choked and sealed on his lips.

"Brother Mo, you are my relative, how can you join them to deceive me?" Xun Qingchen's eyes rolled to Han Xizai's side in a daze, "You're all back, why don't you want to see me?" ”

Han Xizai moved his lips, and a thousand words rolled in his heart, but he still couldn't make a sound.

"Are you too old and ugly, or are you ...... Don't think the light dust body has no divine power, and is no longer worthy of being your pawn? ”

Han Xizai's skin finally couldn't support Mo Sheng's tenderness, his shoulders collapsed in a long sigh, he stretched out his hand to remove the scattering on Hun Qingchen's face, his voice was as gentle as ever, just mixed with a trace of the vicissitudes of time: "Qingchen, it's not like this!" ”

"What was that like?" Hun Qingchen's head turned and looked at the ink-stained eyes earnestly, "Do you want to tell me that none of this is like this?" My Xuan'er is not dead, my husband, husband ......" Hun Qingchen said this, unable to continue, his body gradually curled up in the slow futon, and he couldn't stop trembling.

Han Xizai hurriedly clapped Hun Qingchen's shoulder, trying his best to control Hun Qingchen's emotions: "Qingchen, don't be afraid!" I'll save you! I'll save you! ”

Hun Qingchen seemed to react to something, and suddenly stopped trembling. She hurriedly grabbed Han Xizai's sleeve, and her eyes jumped excitedly: "Yes! Right! Brother Mo, aren't you a great doctor? You can definitely come back to life, right? Is it good for you to save Xuan'er, you save him, save him! ”

Han Xizai's eyes drooped, avoiding the burning in his eyes, and he apologized: "Qingchen, I'm sorry!" ”

"Brother Mo, you save him, I beg you to save him!" Hu Qingchen knelt up from the bed and shook Han Xizai's sleeve desperately, "Even if you exchange my life!" ”

"Qingchen, your soul is already incomplete, and the Li Zhongxuan who was bred is already congenitally deficient, if it weren't for Zen Master Wenyi to renew his life with the ever-bright lamp in time, he wouldn't be able to ...... full moon at all."

"Ever-bright lights? The glass lamp ......" Xun Qingchen shook his eyebrows, slumped on the soft mattress, and sorrow surged up from the tip of his nose, and his eyes were foggy, "It's me!" It's me! I killed Xuan'er! I killed Xuan'er! My poor Xuan'er, my miserable child! ”

"Qingchen, don't you understand?" Han Xizai's warm voice was angry, and he stopped Ai, "All this is Leng Yueping's conspiracy!" ”