"Run? Ahem, trapped in this cage-like dragon city for decades, who doesn't yearn for freedom outside? Who wouldn't want to run away? But when it was time to escape, I realized that I didn't want to run anymore. Ay...... People are old and can't walk! ”

A soft sigh drifted away with the wind.

The old man smiled and prepared to turn away. The meaning of the words immediately pushed Mo Cang Wuxian into a hesitant situation, turned around slightly, and was about to go the other way, but when he heard it, a faint sigh came from his ears.

"Those who should have gone didn't go, those who should have come back didn't come back, cough cough ......"

After walking around the prison of the dead slave for a long time, the abandoned palace in the old man's mouth was like a paradise, and the entrance could not be found. "Yangchun Palace" was frequently read in his heart, and as far as his eyes could see, there were only high red walls and old trees and dead vines sticking out of the walls.

Turning around, before I knew it, there was a lonely and desolate courtyard in front of me, overgrown with weeds, withered branches obscuring the sky and the sun, cutting the faint moonlight into messy pieces, and occasionally one or two eerie chirps of winter insects came from the gloomy corner.

"Whoosh" The scream of the monster came from nowhere, and he turned pale with fright, and subconsciously took a step back, leaning his whole body against a door. Hold your breath and take a closer look, a burr-covered monster jumped from the rockery into a patch of weeds, let out a last ghostly cry, and then disappeared completely.

Slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time relieved his vigilance, and leaned up along the door without a trace, wanting to take the opportunity to take a breath, but who knows, his body suddenly lightened, and with the movement of the door, he took half a step backwards.

When he came back to his senses, he turned to look behind him, and found that it was an old palace, a little dilapidated, as if it had fallen into disrepair, and unlike the majestic halls he had just seen, it seemed to have been abandoned for many years. Two vermilion gates, painted and securely locked by a rusty chain, were faintly visible in cobwebs.

Somehow, the words "Yangchun Palace" jumped into his mind.

According to the structure of the exterior of this palace, before it was abandoned, the owner of this palace should have been a member of the royal family, and this person's identity must have been extraordinary.

The two gates were not completely closed, and a gap from top to bottom separated the two doors like a dark chasm, as if a pair of hands had forced the door open in the palace.

He swallowed and tried to turn away, but there seemed to be some kind of magic in the palace, which firmly grasped his heart, and made him involuntarily want to go forward and look at it again.

The two cold long eyebrows slowly pressed down, his steps were out of the control of reason, and he took two steps forward without a trace, lightly clasped the chains, and looked inward through the gap. In a dimly lit hall, the plain but gorgeous mantle exudes a peaceful atmosphere, old couches, ancient pillars, dusty vases...... All of them were shrouded in this peace, and suddenly gave people a feeling of home.

What attracted him the most was the zigzag painting screen in the hall, on which the thousands of beautiful scenery of the Qinhuai River quietly jumped on the paper. At that moment, his sky suddenly turned azure, the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River obscured his vision, and at the end of the colorful clouds in the east, the warm sunlight appeared leisurely, reflecting his melancholy face vividly.

The door is just like a streamer, a long shadow in the morning, wide and narrow, as far as it is directed, as if it is about to rush into another mysterious world, dissolving into a blur with the surrounding darkness, turning into a small star.

Faith, like a spring flowing through consciousness, the more you look at it, the more obsessed you become, the mottled scenery in front of you seems to have seen it, is it a past life? Or is it an old dream? In a trance, he could always feel that there seemed to be a pair of clear eyes looking at him in that hall. The palms of his hands tightened, and the two pairs of eyes stared at each other in silence in the boundless darkness.

The fluorescent light flashed, butterflies flew in, and the dark and cold Yangchun Palace gradually became sunny......

"Mother, butterfly" The four-year-old Mo Cang took Concubine Huang's hand without a trace, and found three or two butterflies flying from the snow lotus bushes, circling and flying in her cloud sideburns, screaming in surprise.

"Is it pretty?" Looking at Traceless' excited little face, Concubine Huang smiled softly.

"Beautiful." Without a trace, he replied without hesitation, his glowing eyes wide open.

Concubine Huang smiled more gently, squatting down and holding Traceless's shoulder.

"It's too cold here for them to survive."

Traceless nodded as if he didn't understand and asked curiously.

"Where is the right place for them to survive?"

"There is a place where when spring comes, when the flowers are in full bloom, butterflies will fly in flocks, they will fly around the branches, they will rest on the willow oars of the light boat, they will be written into beautiful poems by those amorous ink writers, they will jump on the rice paper where the sun pours down, and they will fly over the riverside with the fragrance of flowers with strings, they will be carefree and at ease all their lives."

Looking at his puzzled look, Concubine Huang smiled lightly again, only this time, there was a faint sadness between her eyebrows.

"The place my mother said was so beautiful! But why did they fly here? They...... Do they die? ”

Traceless muttered a small mouth in admiration, and in an instant, the luster in his eyes faded.

"They, like us, are lost. They, they're sure to find their way home. ”

Concubine Huang said lightly, and a pair of clear eyes stared at the direction where the butterfly flew in the distance for a long time.

"It's not good for a mother! The Monarch's decree has arrived! A maid rushed into the courtyard, and her tone was full of **.

What should come is always coming, silent eyes, Concubine Huang turned around and hugged Wuxian tightly, her soft gaze became very stern, and she couldn't untie the ruthless knot inch by inch.

"Zhen'er, from now on, you must always remember that I am not your mother! You have to remember who you are! You are the Prince of Mocang! It is the most noble bloodline of the Mocang royal family! ”

After speaking noisily, she waved her hand and ordered her personal maid to send the prince away quickly, and the butterflies dispersed one after another.

"Mother's Parent"

The signal of impending calamity was pressed to the top of her heart, and the maid immediately sent the prince away from the backyard.

Immediately afterward, a large eunuch holding a holy decree led another group of eunuchs to suddenly appear.

"Concubine Huang became ill because of her old thoughts, she was unfaithful to her wife, she was disrespectful to her concubine, she harbored evil intentions, she deliberately rebelled, and now there is no cure for it.

Slowly closing the holy decree, the big eunuch lowered his eyebrows and smiled.

"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!"

With a command, the eunuch behind him tore and dragged the concubine out of the garden and went to the high-sounding cold palace. Concubine Huang struggled and stretched out her hand to the Traceless hidden in the shadows.

"Hongu is not sick! Hongu is not sick"

"Mother!" Traceless tried to reach out and grab Concubine Huang, and a burst of pain caused an exclamation: "Ahhh

Mo Cang opened his eyes suddenly, and his first reaction was to turn around and check in all directions. A darkness was eating away at his empty eyes.

When I looked back, I realized that he was so excited that he crashed into the crack of the locked door.

The light is getting darker and darker, and the scenery inside the hall is getting darker and darker, and even a little terrifying!

I don't know if it's because the atmosphere has become terrifying, or because I have palpitations when I first wake up from a big dream, the dusty chains suddenly shake off my trembling hands. Without daring to think about it again, Mo Cang turned around and fled without a trace, and after a few staggers, he jumped down the steps with withered grass, looking for a bright place, and ran all the way.

For eighteen years, he had never dared to dream like this.

Along the way, all kinds of horrors and traps crammed his messy brain. The nonsensical trail finally stopped in a place with a slightly wider field of vision, and after this sadness, in this empty place, a sense of loss and loneliness suddenly flooded my heart.

Panting, the whole world fell silent. The color of barrenness in front of him, the stone walls are craggy, like a group of demons opening their teeth and dancing claws, dense

Dense withered branches covered the wall several feet high, and the field of vision became extremely narrow, looking around the entire universe, only a deep night sky overhead was filled with boundless loneliness.

There is no trace of desert, and he suddenly regrets it at this moment. He only blamed himself for being in a hurry, and before the old man could finish his words, he was in a hurry to find the abandoned palace. The palace has been abandoned for so long that it is now overgrown with weeds, and the terrain has become extremely complicated. At the moment, the exact location of the lamp has not yet been determined, and he has lost his way.

The time of the child has long passed, the birthday has passed, and the years have grown, but he has not been able to come as scheduled, and he has finally failed the promise he made with her. At this moment, she must be very disappointed!

In the end, it was three people who were righteous and one person who was absent, and now he thinks of the picture of the day with the general departure and the white bait in the prison of the dead slaves, he only feels ashamed.

As the crown prince, he can't keep the loyal ministers of the Li Sang generation; As a brother, he can't dissolve the cold ice between the two; As a friend, he couldn't keep his one-night appointment with her. He felt like a real failure!

Thinking of this, Mo Cang Wuxian suddenly sneered, his face was full of self-deprecation, and he secretly said to the dark clouds rolling in the distance: "I didn't expect the prince of Mo Cangfeng Country, who was high in the past, to be so embarrassed!" At this moment, if Movic Wuji is here, it is estimated that there will be another sneer! I have been strategizing in the court for several years, what kind of intrigues and sinister battlefields have I never seen? But in the face of such a dilemma, he can only be helpless! Perhaps, if I were not the prince, I might not even be as good as a vendor selling water at the market! ”

A soft sigh, melted into the night wind, and blurred the gloomy clouds.

There is no one left to help him. At this point, he was completely isolated. Perhaps, from the moment he chose to find that person, he was destined to fight alone. After tonight, I'm afraid the road will be even more difficult.

At this time, when he was looking at the small sky above him in confusion, he was suddenly attracted by something floating in the night sky, and involuntarily walked forward in three steps and two steps, trying to get closer to the thing, wondering: "What is that?" ”

He opened his eyes in surprise and sighed: That's ...... Sky lanterns? Is the Dead Slave Prison really nearby? White bait is not far away?

Suddenly there was a light around the pitch black. "White bait, white bait......" Mo Cang looked at the exceptionally beautiful sky lantern without a trace, and walked at an accelerated pace, while his mouth was infatuated.

He knew that she was still waiting for him! He knew that she didn't leave! However, the winding path is deep, the thorns are dense, the sky and the earth are vast, where is she?

Shuttling between thorns and paths, his shabby clothes were scraped by dead branches and weeds. Immediately afterward, the sky lantern in the night sky floated more and more, and as it flew closer and closer, the handwriting on it gradually became clear. Mo Cang squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully, and muttered to himself: "Birthday Jile...... May I reunite with my old friends soon! It's her! It's really her! ”

With just a snap of a finger, there were more and more sky lanterns in the distance. Each sky lantern is densely covered with handwriting, each one is very beautiful, and quietly, these sky lanterns with handwriting are distinguished from the sky lanterns floating from other directions, they seem to be guides.

......

Bai Bait stood alone under the plum tree, his white fingertips gently brushing the budding buds, and his eyes were full of hope for the flowers to bloom. The wind moved his clothes, his waist was slender, and he was even more unbearable, and he was a little thinner than before.

In the distance, on the shore of the Lantern Lake, under the green slope, in the crowd, there was a corpse covered by a white cloth, and next to the corpse knelt a male prisoner about twenty years old.

"Feast night, waiting for the opportunity to escape from prison! Say! Who is the leader! ”

The wind-man who spoke was holding a long whip, his stiff cheeks bulging like two unpolished stones, his eyebrows were short and thick, the tips of his eyebrows were wrinkled, like two hanging knives, and under his nose, his pointed mouth kept pressing.

"Take the lead in making trouble, peel the skin, cut the waist, burn the brand, choose one yourself!"