Mother, child is incompetent.

Li Sang grate jade year, the first day of the first month, Zizheng.

"Look at the sun and the moon, and think about it."

Disguised as a wolf, Mo Cang finally escaped from the golden cage.

Fortunately, the wolf was very tightly wrapped in clothes when he came this time, and when he went out to the intersection of the underground palace, the soldiers on duty did not notice him.

To be precise, the soldier was holding his weapon and reclining in a just right position, with a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth, and he slept peacefully.

He had a good grasp of this, and his eyes were quickly locked on to the exit of the underground palace.

In the silence, the familiar singing voice inadvertently pulled his tense heartstrings again......

"The clouds of the road are far away, can the clouds come?"

His eyebrows frowned slightly, and he couldn't help but secretly wonder, at this moment, is what I experienced another dream?

Together with the long wind, the red maple in the sky flutters and falls, like a lonely maple rain.

He closed his eyes for the time being, as if he had also turned into a red maple......

Looking at the sun and the moon, I think about it......

I couldn't help but follow the faint singing voice and gently stepped into the red everywhere......

The expectant eyes lit up again, and he seemed to see her sitting in front of the main hall of Qinghui Palace, holding the pipa in her arms, her eyebrows frowning slightly, her jade fingers plucked, and she was concentrating on adjusting the string sound......

"Mother's ......"

A clear drop of water suddenly fell from the top of his head and slammed heavily on his forehead, a little cold......

"Hiss......"

He opened his eyes suddenly, and there were burning torches, sleeping soldiers, and a rocky underground palace......

He found that he was still at the intersection of the underground palace, without the red maple, without the Qinghui Palace, and without his mother.

But what about the incessant singing?

His confused gaze was finally drawn away by the singing, and he looked to the north of the palace, in the direction of the dungeon......

The huge dungeon is like a desolate island, the boundless darkness makes waves, and the iron cage with frost seems to fall from the sky, lonely in this darkness.

The white Luo skirt is tied in a three-inch place, and the three thousand green silks are only tied behind a wooden hairpin, which is a little loose but not dignified.

The long eyelashes condensed with a layer of ice crystals lifted, and there was snow, faint dust, falling from an inch gap overhead.

She stayed in the corner of the iron cage, singing quietly, her eyes condensed, as if waiting for a ray of moonlight. There is no need to worry about others suddenly coming to disturb them, because they are used to unconsciously falling asleep with her singing.

"Look at the sun and the moon, and think about it."

Watching the sun and the moon come and go, the thoughts are so long.

How many days and nights are intertwined, and she is like now, singing and silently reciting in her heart.

"The clouds of the road are far away, can the clouds come?"

The roads are so far apart, when will they be ......

"Mother—"

Talent......

She was conscious, and for some reason, her heart beat for a moment, as if it was still.

Is this voice a cry from the depths of my heart, or is time chaotic again, and memories are beginning to flow back again......

"Concubine Huang became ill because of longing, unfaithful to his wife, disrespectful to his concubine, harboring evil intentions, deliberately rebelling, there is no medicine to cure now, my emperor is benevolent and benevolent, and I will give Qinghui Palace a palace to live for a hundred years!"

"Concubine Huang, the monarch said, Qinghui for a hundred years, guard the palace for a hundred years, you will slowly guard this Qinghui Palace and recuperate!"

"Hongu is not sick! Hongu is not sick—"

"Mother-"

"Mother!"

He had a thousand impulses to rush forward, but the familiar face didn't turn around, and her eyes were so helpless and confused.

At a certain moment, the heart began to beat painfully, as if it had been cut by a knife. Composed. Forward, wanting to get closer, but not daring to approach. There was already a mist in front of him, and he couldn't help but call: "Mother, I'm a trace!" ”

Her eyes twitched, and her consciousness seemed to finally show signs of awakening......

It doesn't seem like a dream, otherwise, why would that voice be so real, as if it was ringing in my ears!

And for some reason, the coldness of this body, all of a sudden, was ignited by something, as if it was a blazing light, shining on her side.

Like, it doesn't seem to be that cold anymore......

Her long eyelashes were raised slightly, and her eyes were dark and bright, and her traces stood opposite her, a distance not far away......

That's the scar of her gut, how could he be here, how could he be by her side!

The moonlight came down, and the torches on the stone wall also rose, and this darkness that should have been boundless and boundless, suddenly there was also light, and there was a trace of warmth!

Two glimmers of light face each other in the darkness, making people begin to entangle and wander between reality and dreams!

He finally couldn't help but step through all the darkness, rushed over desperately, knelt in front of the iron cage, and couldn't stop crying. 258

"Mother! Traces have finally found you! ”

She suddenly moved her body to the corner of the iron cage, and the blood in her whole body suddenly gathered in her heart, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar face outside the cage, her eyes were full of disbelief......

It wasn't until the ten fingers were tightly clasped that her trembling body began to stop, and she couldn't help but ask, "Are you really a trace?" ”

Suppressing his uncertain emotions, he nodded his head hard, and his incredible eyes fell on her over and over again, it was hard to believe that the face that should have been overwhelming the country and the city was now engraved with the traces of time.

He can't forget the picture of her dancing and attracting butterflies among the flowers in Qinghui Palace, and he can't forget the picture of her plucking the strings in front of the court......

In front of Qinghui Palace, he once asked, his mother, and the people in the palace are rumoring that his mother is seriously ill, and he was obviously beaten into the cold palace, but he is very happy every day.

At that time, he could indeed see that since he arrived at Qinghui Palace, his mother's smile was much more than before.

He still remembered her mother saying, "Do you believe what they say?"

He didn't believe it, shook his head, in this world, he only believes in his mother.

Mother also said that Qinghui Palace is a kind of freedom for her.

When he was young, he could not understand it, and it was not until many years later that he gradually understood what she was saying, and when he said it again, and asked her if she remembered it.

He will never forget, and after she said the word "remember", he swore to her that one day, the child would give his mother a real freedom!

Now, when she suddenly saw this narrow iron prison - reaching out is the sky, obviously she could not stand, she could only recline in a corner...... I can't help but feel like a knife!

"The baby is late! Children are not filial! Children are not filial! ”

She twisted her eyebrows, she couldn't bear to see the self-blame and sadness in his eyes, her lips were purple from the cold, and she smiled softly: "Don't blame yourself, you have always done a good job!" Mother is really happy to see my traces again! ”

She thought she would never see him again, but God finally gave her a glimmer of mercy.

She wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes for him, and he brushed the ice crystals from his long eyelashes for her, and looked at each other, unable to finish the words of this life......

Knowing that everything was done by Mo Wuji, he forged a long hatred in his heart, and his hot fist slammed into the ground.

"Mother! Kid, I'll get you out! Mocang Wuji - Mocang Emperor - and the entire Mocang royal family owe us! This time, the child wants them all back! None of them can escape! ”

His sword eyebrows were raised, with a drop of blood, pointing straight at Zhongtian, sharper than the golden sword in his hand!

Mocang Wuji - Mocang Emperor - and the entire Mocang royal family owe us! This time, the child wants them all back! None of them can escape!

Obsession melted into boiling blood like a spring, and he roared angrily outside Yuhuatai-

"Is there anyone alive in the East Palace? Give it all to me! ”

After about three snaps of fingers, no one dared to rush to Yuhuatai again, only the undead kept hovering in the sky above Yuhuatai, and those who were seriously injured in the East Palace's elites, the corpses were generally slanted in the dust, blood and tears were blurred, and the prince who was fighting alone on the lookout platform had a desperate look in his eyes......

Li Zhi was escorted aside, constantly looking at the figure who was still resisting stubbornly, and shouted in the wind: "Your Highness! Stop it! Don't resist anymore! It's your father on the throne—"

This is the last thing he can remind him of, the crown prince is a person who understands, as long as he kneels in front of the monarch and admits his mistake, the monarch will forgive!

It's just that......

Completely forced to despair by reality, Mo Cang Wuxian suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, and the golden sword in his hand was raised again, rushing to the outer edge of Yuhuatai, and cutting down the banner of Mo Cangfeng Country that rose from the ground again.

This battle can only be won! Don't lose!

Even if he fights alone to the end, he must not bow his head!

Li Zhi finally covered his head, not daring to look at the prince again, the hoarse cry in his ears resounded through the sky, and countless Mocang soldiers gathered in the heart of Yuhuatai from all directions, and the spears in their hands turned quickly, and they were surrounded by water......

He could imagine how desperate the crown prince was at this moment......

This doomed revolt should have ended like this, until the roar that broke through the air completely ignited the desolation of the land......

"Your Highness, don't worry! Breaking the west wind is coming—"

I saw that the West Wind was covered with black armor and a long halberd, and suddenly fell from the sky, followed by a group of West Wind troops he brought!

Mo Cang's desperate eyes were stunned at first, a little incredible, until the halberd in his hand swept down the row of soldiers blocking the platform, and was once again ignited by the flame of hope!

The two fists were clenched almost to burst, and he suddenly roared, breaking free from the oppression of countless spears, like a mountain that could not fall, and the golden sword in his hand flashed with blood again!

However, this is not the ending he wanted.

Zephyr was killed in battle.

Ten thousand arrows pierced the heart and died.

When he fell, he would never forget the last roar of the crown prince for him, and those Li Sang enemies, Mo Cangfeng people, and many people from all over the world who were present would always remember his name, Breaking the West Wind.

Breaking the West Wind closed his eyes peacefully, he knew that he had no regrets in this life.

Even if he knew that this battle would definitely die.

However, he believed that the prince would remember him for the rest of his life.

remembered him for the rest of his life, no longer because he betrayed him in the palace of King Chang that day, but resolutely supported him when he needed it most.

Mo Cang knelt on one knee in front of Mo Cang's real warriors, a golden uniform stained with shocking blood, his face was also bloody, his hair was messy, and he was covered with sores, vicissitudes and despair after a bloody battle.

Everyone watched from afar, and it was very distressing just to look at it.

On the Golden Court.

"What crime should the prince be guilty of rebellion?" A minister asked.

"The car cracks."