Cold clouds, faintly flickering between the clouds. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoOn a winter night, a waning moon hangs high. It looks more and more bleak, and the flowers and trees reflected seem to be plated with a layer of white veil. There was no wind, only a quiet night, with the occasional hoarse cry of crows.

Next to the dead vines, there are old tree roots. A bonfire, igniting the warmth of winter. Chu Yunhong carefully counted the days, this is already the ninety-fifth day since he came to Shu Kingdom. For more than two months, Chu Yunhong felt that his days were like years.

In the distance, you can see the brilliant fireworks blooming in the sky. The upcoming New Year made Chu Yunhong miss Donglu even more. This year, Chu Yunhong was thirteen years old, and he remembered that his mother had said before his death that the prince of Donglu could perform a coming-of-age ceremony at the age of thirteen.

It's just a pity that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has to spend his bleak birthday in a foreign country. He couldn't help but raise his head and look north. It is his hometown, but I don't know how my father's injury is at this time, and how the palace will deal with the war in Shu in the coming year.

When he just came out of Congtai last time, he saw the grain and grass transferred by Shu. Shu was already stepping up preparations, and he wanted to tell his father. But he was afraid that his father's injury would worsen, so he planned to find an antidote as soon as possible and deliver it to Donglu.

A mist rose in the air, enveloping the heavens and the earth. Chu Yunhong looked at the bonfire that was about to go out, and Haoxue who was sleeping. With a sigh, he got up and went to find dry firewood. He wanted to thank Haoxue, the daughter of Shu Lingyin.

If it weren't for her help, maybe I wouldn't have found an antidote. He was thinking about these questions when he faintly saw the whistle of a pigeon in the air. When he squinted his eyes and looked for a voice, sure enough, a gray dove flew towards him.

The pigeon that has not been seen for a long time, Chu Yunhong is still worried about his father's condition, and this pigeon came just right. He hurriedly opened the letterhead and saw that every character was imprinted in his mind. His father's injuries were stable for the time being, and Yuan Yibin re-entered the court to treat his father's illness and went to the royal tomb.

The inscription is a small butterfly with wings spread high, like a gardenia. Chu Yunhong clutched the letterhead tightly in the palm of his hand, and then hurriedly returned to the broken temple. While Haoxue was asleep, he hurriedly wrote a reply letter for Die'er. What the letter said was nothing more than asking Die'er to be careful.

Originally, Yuan Yibin resigned and went home, but now he was suddenly summoned to the palace. was supposed to treat Chu Junhao, but he went to the royal tomb. This point is suspicious, Chu Yunhong must investigate clearly. No matter what, Chu Yunhong will get back the grievances suffered by Die'er.

It's just that Shu prepared grain and grass, but Chu Yunhong still didn't write it. When he left Congtai, he had already entrusted Wang Qibo to investigate. If so, make plans then. Watch as the gray dove flapped its wings and flew north. Chu Yunhong's heart suddenly relaxed.

"Your Highness still hasn't rested?" Haoxue rubbed her sleepy eyes, and through a bonfire, she still saw the letterhead in Chu Yunhong's hand. The sensitive Haoxue knew that it must be the news from Donglu. When she thought of the coercion of her father by the King of Shu, she immediately knew what was in the letterhead.

However, Chu Yunhong saw Haoxue's thoughts, so he pinched the letterhead and said sadly: "Aunt Yan sucked poisonous blood for her father, and I ...... Look at this antidote, where is it ......" "Your Highness, don't panic," Haoxue believed Chu Yunhong's words, "Tomorrow morning, I will take you there!" ”

Vast forest, full of pine needles and cypresses. Even though it's winter, there is still a little bit of green left in the forest. The remaining dead branches, standing on their own in the wind. Occasionally, sunlight shines in, and there is a slight temperature.

The fallen leaves are all over the ground, mixed with the sadness of autumn. It was the first time for Chu Yunhong to walk into the deep mountains and old forests, and the mountains and deep ravines in the forests were all buried under the thick fallen leaves. If it weren't for Haoxue following, I'm afraid Chu Yunhong would have lost his way.

"You've been here?" Chu Yunhong was very curious, how could a young lady of Chu Guoling Yin come to this desolate place. Haoxue replied while searching: "What's so strange about this? My grandfather was a hunter, and I came with him. ”

"Orion?" Chu Yunhong was even more puzzled, "Shouldn't it be an official family?" "If His Royal Highness becomes the emperor in the future, there will be descendants who will arrange a bizarre life experience for you," Haoxue said very reasonably, and Chu Yunhong nodded unconsciously when he heard it.

The two of them bent their waists and cautiously walked along a row of old trees into the ravine. Who knew that Chu Yunhong was careless, and he was slipped by the stone under his feet. The whole body slid down the ravine. "Sister, save me, save me-"

"Your Highness holds my hand!" Haoxue dragged the rattan with one hand and grabbed Chu Yunhong's wrist with the other. I wanted to pull it up, but the rattan was too thick. Haoxue only felt that her palms were cut, and blood flowed down her wrists, and she let go of her hand for a while.

"Ahh Haoxue screamed in pain, and Chu Yunhong covered his head in pain. There was a dim snow in front of him, and when he was about to help Chu Yunhong up, he was stunned.

"Your Highness, look! Ghost Grass! "Isn't it a ghost grass, like a pea seedling, snow-white. Curled up under the dead vines, if you hadn't fallen into this col, you really wouldn't have found it. Haoxue clapped her hands and cheered with joy, and finally found it.

"My father was poisoned by it, what if you find it?" Chu Yunhong rubbed his head and said nonchalantly. But Haoxue didn't think so: "Haven't Your Highness heard the phrase "fighting poison with poison?" Ghost grass can also cure all kinds of poisons! ”

Is this really the case, Chu Yunhong was skeptical. I was about to reach out and pick it, but I just touched it. The ghost grass turned black and withered. Haoxue hurriedly stopped: "Ghost grass grows in damp places and lives by sucking rotten things. You can't pick like that! ”

But seeing Haoxue take out a small wooden bucket from the baggage she was carrying. Then he stuffed some snow into the barrel, and then carefully put the ghost grass into the small barrel. Then he closed the lid and said triumphantly, "That way it won't wilt......"

"Sister is awesome!" Chu Yunhong admired Haoxue more and more, and then Haoxue continuously collected this clump of ghost grass. Fang straightened up and looked at the gray sky. Then he said to Chu Yunhong: "Let's go, there will be a heavy snowstorm in a while......

In the end, it is a woman who grew up in Shu, and it is really accurate to look at the weather. Before Haoxue's words fell, a dark cloud pressed over. The two hurriedly followed the same path and hurriedly ran back. When they reached the place where the horses were tied, they heard a muffled thunder.

The horse's hooves are raised, and the horses are chirping. The two fast horses galloped to Congtai, not daring to delay all the way. It's just that the clouds are getting thicker and thicker, and it looks like small raindrops are falling in the air. Then a large snowflake fell, as big as a goose feather. The path was quickly obscured, making it difficult to discern the direction.

The sea of snow is sad every inch of the year. The north wind was tight overnight, and the snow was still drifting when the door opened. The branches fall alone, and the snow and plum dance in the winter wind. Snow-covered trails, deep. After the silence of dusk, twilight is approaching. Behind the gauze tent, Wan Ning was holding a roll of gauze, ready to change Jun Hao's dressing.

A small hand towel gently wiped the wound on Jun Hao's chest. Although Wanning's eyes were a little blurry, she could feel the depth of the wound between the touches of her fingertips. At that time, when she heard the report from Xianyun, Wanning's heart panicked for a while.

Suddenly, Jun Hao's chest trembled slightly. Wan Ning hurriedly put away the hand towel, and then asked worriedly and anxiously, "How?" Did Ning'er hurt the emperor? "You should go and rest," Jun Hao sighed as he looked at Wan's dull eyes.

"Yesterday, Yuan Yibin had already changed the medicine once," Jun Hao was about to raise his hand and touch Wan Ning's scarred cheek, but Wan Ning gently dodged it. Jun Hao saw Wan Ning like this, and knew in his heart that Wan Ning still cared about the scar.

How can you not care, although the scar is not big. But it was Wanning's life, and now Wanning's eyes were a little dim. She didn't look in the mirror much anymore, and she didn't put a single flower on it. At that time, Jun Hao finally understood why Wanning had a grudge against Jiang Lingyan.

He was half-lying on the couch and watched Wanning pick up the ointment. Gently medicate yourself, and then wrap it with gauze, layer by layer. "Your Majesty, have a good rest," Wan Ning said, and was about to get up and leave. But he was held tightly in his arms by Jun Hao's big hand, which had always been warm.

"I haven't let you go yet," Jun Hao didn't care about the pain in his chest, so he pulled Wanning into his arms domineeringly. For a moment, Wanning's heart was flustered for no reason. Qingsi was also instantly scattered, and quickly covered Wanning's shyness.

Snowflakes were falling outside the window, and soon enveloped the entire palace. The season of a piece of pink makeup is very lovely. Flying flowers and jade, composed into a poem. Jun Hao looked at the lovely person in his arms like a pink carving, and he didn't feel more and more excited.

Jun Hao's slender index finger gently lifted the thin green silk. Graceful eyebrows like emerald, eyes like water. A high nose bridge and delicate skin. All of them were tempting Jun Hao, and he gently stepped forward and kissed his thin eyelashes, as light as dew.

Wanning's heart trembled, and she unconsciously closed her eyes slightly. Intoxicated by Jun Hao's sweet deep kiss, she was hot all over her body at this time, and buried her head deep in Jun Hao's neck. The house is as warm as spring, and the charcoal fire in the stove is hot in the smoked house.

Still many years later, Wanning recalled this past. will feel a faint sweetness, and the gardenias on the windowsill are blooming quietly. It exudes a faint taste, fresh and elegant. Time flies, and this kind of memory can only be a memory.

The clouds were thick and the snowflakes were fluttering. Occasionally slap on the window, and it will hit the broken flowers. "I don't want to see you again," Jun Hao's cold words echoed in Wanning's ears again. Wanning's heart tightened, and she suddenly broke free from Jun Hao's arms.

"Ning'er?" Jun Hao looked at Wanning's flustered expression, and his palms suddenly emptied. The originally warm embrace became as cold as cold water at this time. "Your Majesty, I'm sorry, Ning'er should go," Wan Ning's voice was low, and her expression began to become a little wrong.

"You're still resentful of me?" Jun Hao held Wanning's little hand with his backhand, and he wanted to ask Wanning what he was thinking in his heart. Although Wan Ning had her back to him, he could already feel that Wan Ning's hands were trembling slightly.

The candle flame flickered, illuminating the sky. Watching Wanning boiling the decoction, Jun Hao's heart warmed. It's like returning to the first encounter many years ago, and the graceful and beautiful figure makes Jun Hao addicted. "Your Majesty, I've taken the medicine," Wan Ning took the decoction and walked towards Jun Hao.

Looking at this bowl of soup and medicine, Jun Hao frowned unconsciously: "I don't want to eat it, just put it there." "How can that be?" Wan Ning said as she blew the hot air so that the decoction could cool down faster. It's just that Jun Hao turned his head away, which really made Wan Ning lose his folds.

"I want you to feed me," Jun Hao's commanding tone surprised Wan Ning. Time seems to have returned to the old days, and I still remember the first time I met Jun Hao. He always disobeys his will domineeringly, orders himself to do this and that, and makes himself feel very uncomfortable.

However, after many years, the feelings that have been accumulated have gradually made Wanning understand. Jun Hao's so-called domineering and ruthlessness is just to show outsiders. After getting along with Jun Hao for a long time, you will know the helplessness in Jun Hao's heart.

When Wan Ning picked up the small spoon and gently brought the decoction to Jun Hao's lips. Jun Hao could see that Wanning's heart was always thinking of herself. He drank the decoction and stared at Wanning from time to time with a pair of bright eyes. It seems that Wanning will disappear after that.

"When the crown prince sends the antidote, after the emperor's injury is healed, Ning Er will leave," Wan Ning said this, just to test Jun Hao's heart. Clinker Jun Hao nodded again and again, but he obeyed the meaning of Wanning.

In fact, Jun Hao's heart also understands that if he is a hundred years later. Zuo Xiang will not let Wan Ning go, it is better to send Wan Ning away at this time. Let her be happy, give her freedom for good. "Ning'er is willing to share weal and woe with the emperor!" Wanning's eyes were filled with tears.

"It's just Ning'er, I can't protect you thoroughly," Jun Hao patted her shoulder gently, a little regretful. Not to mention whether he can survive this winter, if Shu goes to war next year, Jun Hao still doesn't know how to win or lose. Taking care of Wanning, he was a little powerless.

Outside the window, the wind blew, rolling up a few snowflakes in the path. Flying and circling, rippling in the air. It tells a story of the past, and many years later, it is here. Jun Hao wiped away her tears for Wanning and asked softly, "Tell me, how did the queen die?" ”

"The emperor doesn't believe me after all," Wan Ning wiped away a handful of tears, and said instead: "Now that Lord Yuan has returned to the palace, he can naturally testify." "Yesterday, I heard that Yuan Yibin went to the royal tomb, so in other words, Yuan Yibin agreed to help him.

But at that time, Wan Ning didn't know that Die'er was sent by Jun Hao. Die'er had already told Jun Hao the truth, and it was she who borrowed Die'er's hand and killed the queen's mother. Then Die'er used bitter meat to win Wanning's sympathy, and then continued to stay by Wanning's side.

Jun Hao asked Cheng Chunlin to die for him, also to dispel his doubts. If you say anything you care about, it's just using each other. Wan Ning regretted it very much, if she listened to Lianyi's words, she would kill Die'er. Is not their own fate, will be different.

It's hard to wake up from a good dream, and it's always hard to stay in one place. The cold night was long and deeper. At this time, between Jun Hao and Wan Ning, it seems that the rift has deepened even more. Jun Hao couldn't guess why Wanning wanted to stay in the palace, because she cared about herself, or because she wanted to help herself.

The true and the false have become extremely ambiguous.