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On the eve of Chinese New Year's Eve in the second year of Yuanping, Situ Yi of Asaga was left in the palace by Emperor Yuanping to talk with candles.

The monarch and the minister are sleeping together, which is another good story of the Ming monarch.

Only Situ Yi, who was in it, knew that it was the last game between the emperor and him.

The next day, the palace annual banquet.

Because Situ Yi had been talking with the emperor all night before, and he was filial piety in the middle of the year, and he was also ill and unwell, so he only coped with it for a while, and then he knew the emperor and retired to return home.

There was no curfew on Yuan Xi, Situ Yi walked on the road full of joy, and returned to the tall and spacious general's mansion in Zhumen, but saw a thin high wall, but there were two worlds inside and outside. Outside the wall is full of joy and joy in saying goodbye to the old and accepting the new, but inside the wall is still dark and calm.

On the slow road, in the breeze, it seems that you can still smell a trace of the cold smoke of the neighborhood fireworks. Looking into the depths of the garden, at the end of the flower path that is like a heart, the window of Tingxue Pavilion, which should have been dark, was faintly filled with a warm light at this time, faintly as a bean, but peaceful and gentle.

Situ Yi greeted the lights in the distance and stayed at the end of the flower path.

Looking at the warm halo from afar, thousands of feelings suddenly fluctuated in the bottom of my heart, but gradually, the joy that rose in my heart when I first saw it slowly turned into helplessness and sadness.

Happy, it's because Qin Nanxi is finally willing to set foot in the Snow Listening Hall. And the sadness is because no matter how she chooses, he has already arranged the way forward, and he has to - to live in peace.

Closing his eyes slightly, Situ Yi subconsciously stroked the scar on the tiger's mouth on his right palm.

Suddenly, a pain without warning suddenly exploded in my heart. The grief that has never escaped from heaven and earth, the time that has been trance-like for many years, and returns to the night when the wind and snow were raging.

That night, the six-year-old stood alone among the bodies of more than 20,000 people. In the blur of tears, the young man relied on instinct and anger, grabbed the sharp blade in his hand, and stabbed it straight into the heart of Di Bing, who came to search for the corpse at night......

The man's blood splattered all over his face, and it turned out that the blood of the enemy was also hot.

It was the first and only time he had killed with his own hands.

And his small right hand, which had never really grasped the blade, was pierced by the other side of the double-edged weapon. Hideous wounds, deep visible bones.

The blood was red-hot, as bloody and blazing as the blood of an enemy who fell to the ground. Endless blood, like tears, rolled down, and fell with his trembling fingertips. Blood beads smashed on the pale and cold snow, white snow and red blood, which was particularly distinct. The frightening color of the red is like the string of coral beads on my mother's wrist that has never faded even to death.

Since then, Situ Yi has known that with a sharp blade in his hand, he can hurt others as well as himself.

He had thought that he could retreat with his whole body, and he did his best to do so, but with the battlefield of death, even if there was no sword and sword, there were countless resentful ghosts, which did not allow him to leave easily......

Taking a deep breath, Situ Yi slowly walked towards the warm-hearted Tingxue Pavilion. The lonely figure is still the child who walked out of the corpse alone many years ago.

Listening to the door of the Snow Pavilion, he was already a habitual calm and indifferent, and between his brows were full of impeccable truth and alienation.

Gently pushing the wooden door, half of the room and warmth came to the face, and in the small hall, the candlelight swayed in response to the cold wind at the door, and in an instant, it crushed the mist-like gentleness in Qin Nanxi's eyes next to the desk.

"General!" Wen'er on the side was excited by the wind, and when he turned around, he saw that it was Situ Yi who came in, and hurriedly went down.

Situ Yi raised his eyes to look at Qin Nanxi, who deliberately avoided him, raised his hand and said to Wen'er: "You go down, Madam deigns to wait, there must be something important to say to me." ”

Wen'er Fu said yes, but when she retreated and went out, she still looked at Qin Nanxi with infinite regret and anxiety.

Situ Yi watched the wooden door close, then took off the heavy long-haired cloak on his body, pinched the corners of his forehead with infinite exhaustion, and the tone of his mouth was full of alienation and coldness: "Madame has been leaking for a long time, you might as well speak up if there is anything." ”

Qin Nanxi was stunned, and the eyes that fell on him were full of incredulity.

When the two of them were private, he never addressed her as Mrs.

Situ Yi still closed his eyes and sighed shallowly: "Say it, if you can, you should do your best for your husband." ”

Qin Nanxi held back her tears, and opened her mouth for a long time before she reluctantly said: "Then please, please let Master Hou let Situ Chong go!" He's your own brother! She also called him the marquis, because she didn't understand his estrangement, and she was also angry with his coldness.

Situ Yi's eyebrows jumped fiercely when he heard this, and after a long time, he said coldly: "You are here for this?" ”

Qin Nanxi swallowed and choked, and said hardly: "Yes"

Situ Yi suddenly smiled, slowly opened his eyes, looked at Qin Nanxi and said, "If I remember well, this is the second time that Madam has begged me to let someone go?" ”

Qin Nanxi didn't answer, just stared at his eyes.

In the tears, the figure at the bottom of her eyes suddenly shattered into a little light spot, and suddenly it was complete and clear......

Situ Yi didn't dare to look into her eyes again, hurriedly turned his back, and tried his best to stabilize the alienation in his voice, "The first time, it was for your sibling brother, and this time, it was for my half-brother!" ”

Qin Nanxi couldn't help but choke up and said stiffly: "Situ Chong is your half-brother, but he is also your half-brother." Blood is thicker than water, please see the thin face of my father and the old man, let him go! ”

"Even Mr. and my father's spirits in the sky do not hesitate to disturb, it can be seen that Mrs. treats Situ Chong more than her own brother!" Situ Yi clenched the fist at the bottom of his sleeve to maintain the deliberately pretended sarcastic smile in his voice.

He had been melancholy for a long time, and he didn't know how to persuade Qin Nanxi to leave, not wanting God to send him a perfect excuse, although it hurt, it was better than delaying and putting her in infinite danger.

Gritting his teeth, Situ Yi said coldly: "Why does Madam think that I will embarrass him?" How do you know that I will be embarrassed by him? Could it be that he has done something ugly that is intolerable? Shall I not tolerate him? ”

Although her brother's death in the barracks is strange, Qin Nanxi always has a voice defending him in her heart, even if there is no favorable evidence, but her heart is strangely believing that "it won't be him".

However, at this time, looking at his alienated and unfamiliar back, Qin Nanxi suddenly burst into tears, and the voice in his heart became weaker and weaker.

Situ Yi didn't dare to delay longer, suddenly turned around, raised his hand to the door, and asked sharply: "Madame, do you know what rumors are secretly flying in this Ruhaihou Gate now?" At such a time, it is still insufficient for you to retreat from the deep boudoir, and you even come to intercede for him in a grand manner? You, where did you put my face in Situ Yi! ”

Qin Nanxi looked at him incredulously, as if he was in the midst of a thunderstorm, frozen in place, his body was as cold as ice, as if his blood was freezing a little bit.

She never doubted his love, his doting, even if she heard too much about what he had done in the midst of the storm, even if those bloody disputes in the temples were deeply against her wishes, she still firmly believed in his love for her. Still believing that those pickled chaos have nothing to do with the affection between them. She thought that he was just as determined to understand his love for him.

However, at this moment, she realized that she seemed to be wrong.

Situ Yi was afraid of his strong anger, and he couldn't withstand Qin Nanxi's sharp exploration, so he shook his sleeves and turned around, and hurriedly asked: "Childhood sweetheart, two little guesses!" Give wine and tea, poems and answers! What else? But my days are too short? If I had come back later, I would have had a better show to watch? ”

Qin Nanxi looked at his back, and his eyes blurred for a while.

Since the death of her brother, her anxiety of eating and sleeping little has instantly turned into a surging dizziness and pressed down head-on.

As soon as she leaned over, she fainted, and her palms subconsciously helped her side.

The trembling light went out, and a scorching "Nanxi" sounded, accompanied by a burning pain on the tips of his fingers, and at the same time drilled into the bottom of his heart.

In just a moment, I woke up the painful heart.

Qin Nanxi realized that he was being held in Situ Yi's arms, and the tip of his right finger, which was burned by the candlestick, was being held in the palm of his hand.

"Do you really believe it?" Qin Nan stubbornly raised his chin and stared at Situ Yi half a foot away. The gaze in the depths of her tears was a desperate quest for verification. She doesn't believe it, he will believe the idle rumors.

Situ Yi was stunned, and his half-wrapped arm pulled away. He slowly got up, but his gaze quickly avoided her inquiring eyes.

Qin Nanxi got up with the desk next to him and slowly leaned towards him.

The cold and weak breath, the breath on his body, like the quiet aroma of pine and cypress covered with snow, is still like the sweet and warm days of the past, lingering lightly around him. But his disgusted look and resolute back are also so real in front of him.

Brushing off the salty blood on the corners of his lips, Qin Nanxi used almost all his strength, choked and whispered to his back: "I don't, Brother Yi, I don't." ”

Situ Yi's fists clenched at the bottom of his sleeves, and his short nails were almost completely sunk into his palms. The sudden pain made him almost speechless.

It took him a moment before he had enough strength to barely support his fake anger, and asked bluntly, "No?" Are you blind in your eyes? ”

Qin Nanxi let the tears fall down his cheeks, didn't wipe them, just stared at his back, and said in a trembling voice: "You also said that those are rumors!" It's rumor! ”

Situ Yi held back his tears, gritted his teeth and roared fiercely: "What others say is rumors, but what about Situ Chong himself?" Madame, my good lady. You are a daughter, why do you have such a boudoir secret matter as the vermilion rice mole in your heart, except for my husband and me, there are still others who know! This man, he's still my brother! You know he's my brother! ”

Qin Nanxi's frightened eyes were bloodshot in an instant, and she stared at Situ Yi, who was also blood-red in front of her, and in the bottom of her heart, the warmth that finally supported her collapsed.

Her blood-red eyes, covered with endless grievances, were like two blunt knives, slowly grinding against the tip of his heart. Every heartbeat was a pain that went straight to the fingertips of the hair, and the pain was irresistible.

Situ Yi exerted all his strength before he turned away from her gaze.

How could he not have imagined that this so-called boudoir secret was nothing more than Xiao Luomei's vicious thoughts.

However, thinking of last night, when Emperor Yuanping talked about Qin Nanxi inexplicably, there was a vicious smile on the corner of his lips...... He had to send her away as soon as possible.

Whether it is hatred or resentment, he just wants her to be safe. Just like her repeated adventures, she is determined to be with him, just for his safety.