In the early morning, it was slightly cold, a palace lamp was clearly extinguished in the thin air, a few pairs of panicked footsteps sounded on the cobblestone-paved sheep intestine path, the man in the bright yellow cloak looked extra serious, and the royal boots embroidered with a majestic dragon in gold thread revealed his noble identity, his face was thoughtful, and no one dared to come forward to disturb him.

The people in the prison had already received the news, the two rows of forbidden troops in armor were solemn, accompanied by the cry of "Long live my emperor", the emperor only nodded slightly, frowned, and under the guidance of the jailer, only brought his personal father-in-law into the prison.

The prison was dark and damp, and from time to time there was the groaning of people and the "squeak" of rats, and the smell of rot everywhere. The emperor didn't seem to be able to hear or smell, and finally stopped in the deepest part of the prison. The jailer immediately stepped forward to open the door, then respectfully stepped back, and even his personal prison guard took a few steps back until he was sure that he could not hear the conversation.

There was only a dry oil lamp, a tattered table, and a pile of dry straw in the prison, Mu Qingyang sat on the straw, closed his eyes tightly, had no expression on his face, and did not make any movements.

The emperor's steps are a little faltering, even if he is old, he exudes the majesty of the emperor everywhere. "All the evidence points to Lu Youyi hanging himself." He paused, but Mu Qingyang still didn't react, "In this palace, there are two kinds of people who commit suicide, one is to spy on secrets that shouldn't be snooped on, and the other is to do something unseemly. ”

As the time passed, the silence around seemed to be clear and even the sound of the needle dropping could be heard, and he continued: "It's better to tell you like this, if it weren't for your father-in-law, I'm afraid I wouldn't have forced Ruyue's mother to jump off the city wall, then I don't know if you hate or love Yang Lin or Xiaoyue in the end?" ”

He simply sat on the ground and sat next to Mu Qingyang, with a calm and calm face, unable to see the purpose of this trip at all. He suddenly reached out and patted Mu Qingyang's shoulder, and the arrogance under his shabby clothes made him feel painful: "Qingyang, everything I do is for my daughter-" followed by a sigh, I don't know how much helplessness it contains.

Mu Qingyang heard it very clearly, he finally understood why he wanted to detain him, even if his stepfather committed suicide after listening to Yang Lin's words, it was his father-in-law who was at fault first, if he took revenge, it was her imperial uncle, if he didn't take revenge, he would have no shame to be with Ruyue again, his stepfather killed her mother. It is said that the man has tears and does not flick, I don't know why he feels that the corners of his eyes are sour and unbearable, he slowly opened his eyes, his hair was already messy, he slowly knelt in front of the emperor, word by word: "Since the emperor is here, there is a holy will to be transmitted, and the minister - obey the will." ”

The emperor looked at him, then stood up, walked out of the prison door, and turned his back to him: "I am only here to ask the general a question, if the general can only have one person in his heart, is it Ruyue or Lu Youyi?" ”

The surroundings seemed to be silent, Mu Qingyang knelt on the ground, his messy hair couldn't see any expression, and the emperor suddenly laughed three times: "It's hard to be a general." If it is said to convey the will, then this question is the holy will, you only have three hours to answer this question, if the hour passes, I am afraid that the general Qingming will not even be able to give Lu Youyi incense. ”

After he had finished speaking, he hurried out of the house, and there were already attendants waiting for him outside the door, and soon after he left, a criminal shouted, "Jailer! I want to drink water|! A jailer walked quickly, but his mouth shouted: "I don't know how many days I can live, what kind of water to drink!" Then, when the jailer handed the water to the man, the man whispered a few words in his ear, and the jailer nodded away and hurried away, all without arousing anyone's mind.

In the prison, Mu Qingyang sat alone on the licorice, still with his eyes closed, the sun shining on his peerless face, everything dreamy and unrealistic.

He remembered that when he first met Lu Youyi, he was beaten by a group of beggars on the street for grabbing a steamed bun.

He remembered the new clothes he had bought for him.

He remembered that he had a high fever, and he guarded him for three days and three nights.

Finally fixed on Ruyue's energetic face, she happily ran towards him and lifted the corner of her skirt: "Qingyang!" ”

He suddenly opened his eyes: "Bring the pen!" ”

In the Zhonghua Palace, a jailer hurriedly came and presented a note, the emperor recognized it clearly, it was indeed Mu Qingyang's handwriting, the ink on the rice paper was thrown off the spots, and the eight big characters on the top of the dragon and phoenix danced: "The hatred of killing the father is not the same as the sky!" ”

He was shocked and sweated for no reason, he thought that he had made such a compromise in exchange for a marriage for his daughter, if Mu Qingyang was willing to let go, he was sure that he would not lie to her, and he would not have to make Ruyue sad, he would fulfill the two of them.

A killing intent surged into his heart, he clenched his ten fingers, thinking of Ruyue, he suddenly couldn't bear to see her sad, he was silent for a long time, and finally spoke: "That's it, let him go!" ”

Ruyue hasn't been out for more than half a month, Xuan'er always holds her jujube to see Ruyue, jujube is a little pet given to her by Yang Guang on a whim, and she regards it as a real treasure.

When she got up early in the morning, there were snowflakes in the air, Xuan'er held the stove, put on a pink embroidered jacket, and ran in happily: "Sister Yue, you see it's snowing." Her jade earrings kept shaking with her dancing, giving her a simple brightness. Ruyue's eyes moved to the window, and she sighed softly: "Yes, it's snowing."

"Sister Yue." She sat down next to Ruyue, stretched out her wrist, revealing a string of good agate coral bracelets, "Since my father knew that you want me to accompany you, it has been much better for me." ”

Looking at her happy appearance, Ruyue's tone couldn't help but relax: "Do you want Sister Yue to be better to you?" Tell your father to promise you to the eldest son of the Yuwen family? ”

"Sister Yue is talking nonsense!" Two blush fluttered on her cheeks, and she stuffed the stove to Ruyue, and ran out of the furnace quickly.

"The county lord is really naïve." Donghua smiled and took the stove in Ruyue's hand, and asked worriedly, "The princess is going to the China Palace today?" ”

"It's time today, I'm going."

"I'll still accompany the princess," Donghua looked uneasy.

"Just wait here."

Leaving the winter flowers and walking out of the door, there was already a thin layer of snow on the ground, and from time to time the concubines and princesses walked by, followed by a large group of minions.

Ruyue walked along a path to the Zhonghua Hall, kneeling as usual, the forbidden army guarding the door was already familiar with her daily kneeling, and she could only sigh occasionally.

Soon, Ruyue's hands and feet were already cold, and her body was covered with snowflakes. Yang Lin, who was dressed in a mink coat, walked out and stretched out his hand to help Ruyue. She looked at him stubbornly and didn't speak.

He sighed: "Get up, the imperial brother wants to see you." ”

Ruyue's eyes finally had a happy glow, and she got up and was about to go in, but was stopped by Yang Lin, and his father-in-law looked like he wanted to speak. Finally, he said, "He's gone." ”

"What did you say?" Ruyue didn't believe it, so she pushed him and ran to the dormitory.

His father is still standing in the center, looking like he is under ten thousand people.

"What about Qingyang?" Ruyue walked over, stood beside her father, and pulled his sleeve, "Father, where is Qingyang?" ”

My father looked at me = her, and reached out to wipe away her tears: "I let him go, and he will never be allowed to return to Chang'an-"

"For what?" Ruyue finally cried out and knelt in front of the emperor. "What the hell is going on? Obviously, my father handed over Ruyue to Qingyang, and you obviously asked him to take good care of me? For what? ”

Ruyue cried with tears on her face, kneeling in front of her father, sad and messy.

I finally understand the meaning of the way you look at me the most, did you know early on that you couldn't go on with me, so you said sorry to me--but I haven't said goodbye to you yet--you won't meet a cheeky girl again, will hold your hand domineeringly, and will take the trouble to tell you that she is in your ear, how worried I am that no one can love you well for me-Mu Qingyang, even you have left the palace, I finally don't have to worry about losing anyone anymore-she thought, she was heartbroken after all.

Ruyue couldn't remember how long she knelt in front of her father and cried, he was like an old father helpless against his wayward daughter.

"Father, you said that every decision you made was for me, and I never doubted-" Ruyue finally stopped crying, raised her head, and wiped away his tears for her father, which were tears left by her distress, "I never doubted it, and this time too, although Ruyue didn't understand, Ruyue still believed - even if he left, he was still in love-"

Ruyue slowly stood up, turned around, and walked out of the Zhonghua Hall step by step, Yang Lin outside the hall seemed to have been waiting. After seeing Ruyue, he stretched out his arms and opened his arms. Ruyue flew over and threw herself into his arms: "He's gone—he's gone"

He didn't speak, patted her head gently to comfort her, and behind him, the snow fell to the ground—