Yuan Chengcheng felt a kind of despair that she had never felt before, and in the deepest part of this despair was her heart-wrenching resentment towards another person. And it is precisely because of this outright resentment that she is on the verge of collapse and still has the last glimmer of hope, hoping that he will suddenly appear like every previous difficult moment and save her from danger......

That glimmer of hope was so slim, so slim that even the desperate Yuan Chengcheng knew that it was almost impossible to achieve. So when the door was suddenly opened, she thought it was her delusion.

The cold blade of the sword was against Yuan Xiao's neck, and the fiery of the previous moment and the coldness of this moment formed a strong contrast close to life and death.

It would be nice if it was a moment late, Yuan Xiao suddenly thought. If he died under the pomegranate skirt of Yuan Allure, Yuan Xiao would be willing to be a merry ghost. It's just that he never has a chance again in this life......

Blood snaked down Yuan Xiao's neck. When it first came out of the wound, it was still steaming, but by the time it flowed to the ground, it was as cold as water.

At that moment, Hongchan really wanted to kill him, but Yuan Qingcheng, who was trembling all over, trembled his purple lips and said, "Let's go......"

"If you dare to touch her again, I will kill your dog!" That sword didn't kill Yuan Xiao, but it almost cut off half of his neck. This half of the wound was quickly healed by the imperial doctor, but the other half of his neck was completely bitten off in a tiger attack many years later, and his life was lost little by little in that bare wound......

When the disheveled Yuan Chengcheng walked out of the gate of the Taimiao wearing the coat that Hongchan had found, a young general in military uniform led a bunch of people and horses, came in a hurry, and just arrived in the courtyard.

Yuan Chengcheng and the man were stunned at the same time, and looked at each other from afar. The eyes of the two were familiar, unfamiliar, surprised, and natural, and no one could explain what the feelings in their eyes were.

If it was five years ago, the well-dressed and personable Shangguan Jingxuan appeared in front of her in such an old-fashioned and cold military uniform, Yuan Chengcheng would definitely feel very funny.

But five years later, Yuan Chengcheng couldn't laugh at all, should she blame him for changing? In five years, who hasn't changed?

No one could have imagined that the indecisive melancholy boy would one day be so heroic, as if that uniform was born for him. The slaughter all over his body, his resolute and vicissitudes of life, made Yuan Chengcheng think of another person who also had a heavy fate.

Yuan Chengcheng suddenly discovered that their three cousins were actually burdened with the same heavy fate in their bones, the difference was that Shangguan Jingwen was burdened with hatred, Huangfu Yehan was burdened with national disasters, and Shangguan Jingxuan was burdened with despair.

Anyone who sees such a scene is not difficult to think of what just happened. Shangguan Jingxuan's hand holding the sword at his waist was exposed, and the sword seemed to feel the anger of its master, and it was ready to move in the scabbard. But he didn't do anything, just tilted his head and ordered the people below: "Escort the princess back!" ”

"Yes!" The guards under his command came out in response, and said to Yuan Chengcheng half-respectfully and half-forcedly, "Princess, please!" ”

The afternoon sun was sprinkled with a bone-chilling chill, and it was clear that it was not yet the coldest time of the year, but Yuan Chengcheng seemed to have fallen into the coldest ice cave, and he wanted to climb out but couldn't help himself.

House arrest is just a change of place. Yuan Chengcheng returned to the Huanyu Palace, but the Huanyu Palace was no longer the Huanyu Palace it used to be.

Although Huawang Palace still respects Yuanxiao, the palace has been replaced by people from Anguo inside and out. Yes, the people of Anguo. Yuan Chengcheng didn't know if they were Shangguan Jingwen's subordinates or Shangguan Jingxuan's subordinates, but what was the difference? Shangguan Jingwen's revenge plan has been completely launched, and his only younger brother, the younger brother he has cultivated for more than ten years, is now finally willingly under his command.

Yuan Chengcheng didn't know what was going on outside, the Huanyu Palace was quiet inside and out, Yuan Xiao never came to harass her again, her maidservants were confined to the palace, and she no longer knew the information outside.

She seems to have arrived at an isolated peach blossom paradise, as long as she is willing to draw the ground as a prison, then she can wait quietly for the end of things. At that point, it was all a foregone conclusion.

What the ending is, Yuan Chengcheng doesn't know, and he no longer bothered to guess. The general trend of division and integration in this world, between rise and fall, is only more than ten years of ups and downs, she is a woman, she can't be left and right, since she knows that she can't be left and right, she will go with him......

More than a month passed in a blink of an eye, and in the middle of November, Huawang Palace ushered in the first snow, and Shangguan Jingxuan, who was like a dragon who hid mirrors, finally appeared.

When Shangguan Jingxuan arrived, the snow had already fallen to his ankles, and all the noisy disputes in this world were drowned in the overwhelming snow. The empty and lonely Huawang Palace seems to have returned to the past overnight. Only the sound of fluttering in the sky above King Hua's palace and the sound of the tone of the gong hou prove that time has not been turned back.

The strings are low and low, like resentment, like weeping, like a ghost, trapped under the stupa, moaning lonely in the middle of the night. The song is staccato and not a tune, but it touches the heartstrings more than any tune. The tone of the voice is entangled with the glitz of the past and the lament of the present depression, even if you are hard-hearted, listening to this string, you will inevitably cry.

Shangguan Jingxuan's life is full of a kind of doomed tragedy, the initial cause and the final effect, whether he wants it or not, he has no choice. If this cold world froze in this cold winter, how he wished that time would have frozen in the moment he watched her sit not far from him, caressing the strings of her fingertips.

But the same feeling has been repeatedly hoped for by different people for thousands of years, but time has not stopped for anyone for even a moment.

"It's so cold, why don't you go back to the house?" Shangguan Jingxuan took off the fox fur windbreaker on his body and draped it on Yuan Chengcheng. With such heavy snowfall, playing the piano in the unconcealed gazebo, the scenery is certainly poignant, but between him and her, there is no need for this kind of poetic romance that hurts the body.

Yuan Qingcheng smiled at him, held the hand he handed over, and slowly got up: "Back in the house, isn't it the same deserted?" "I sat in the pavilion for too long, my legs were a little numb, the two of them were old acquaintances, and Yuan Chengcheng couldn't make a big defense with him, so he simply snuggled up to him, and the two supported each other and walked to the hall together.