When the consciousness slowly gathers, it is like the faint twinkling stars in the night sky gradually becoming clearer, like a drowning person breaking through the water little by little, and the icy water gradually dissipates above itself, reminding people of the difficult wind when falling. When you can breathe again, you cut your nose like the gift of oxygen, and you burst your eyes like a charity of sunshine, and you choke on tears, but you still have to kneel down and thank the gods for their grace.

The Buddha said, Let there be light.

Therefore there is light in the world.

The Buddha said, to live.

Therefore, there are many living beings in the world, such as the walking dead.

When Chu Changting woke up, it was already three poles in the sun. The dazzling sunlight burned on her slightly pale face, making her look like a mellow and flawless white porcelain.

In the twelve hours she slept, she had countless bizarre but suffocatingly real dreams.

In the dream, there is a ten-year-old self swinging in the backyard of Chu Mansion, swinging to the tenth time, and when her body is thrown high into the air, Yi Lunhuan will appear behind her, stabilize her swing, and cover her eyes with her hands as warm as jade;

There is a fifteen-year-old himself dancing koi tune in the Sun and Moon Hall, and Shen Liangchen with sword eyebrows and starry eyes knelt in the center of the hall, his voice was loud, and he said with a smile that he wanted to marry her;

There is a sixteen-year-old himself nested in the cabinet, watching Xun'er being stabbed to death by a sword, the fire on Fengyang Street burned for three days, and the Chu Mansion in the fire only had the sound of beeping and wood cracking, and the black smoke covered the sky and the sun, and it was dark for three days;

There is a nineteen-year-old Shili Fenghua long street, she Fengguan Xia walked on the ten-mile red makeup, stepped on the ninety-nine steps step by step, walked to Yi Lunhuan's side, and listened to the people of the world call her a thousand years old.

And now at the age of twenty-three, he is in tatters.

She opened her eyes in a trance, only to feel that the past ten days seemed to have experienced a spring and autumn dream.

Yi Lunhuan stayed by her side, and when he saw that she was awake, he said softly: "Finally awake?" Come, I have made your favorite rock sugar hawthorn soup for you, get up and taste it, it's refreshing. ”

Chu Changting turned his face sideways to look at Yi Lunhuan, and unexpectedly found that Yi Lunhuan's face was very good, even better than when he was in the palace before, his fair face was slightly ruddy, and he seemed to have good energy, but the two black blue under his eyes still meant that he had worked hard in the past few days.

Chu Changting struggled to get up, Yi Lunhuan hurriedly helped her up, and gently brushed away her scattered broken hair by the way, only to realize that her long hair was cut unevenly, and the sparse hair hung weakly to her ears, Yi Lunhuan's breathing stagnated slightly, and her fingertips trembled across her ink hair, and her heartache was like a knife.

"Chu Chu, your hair ......"

Chu Changting's chest throbbed like a heartache, and every inch was like a crack. She bit her dry lip hard to hold back her tears, but the bright red blood beads like agate overflowed from her chapped lower lip, and she swallowed the bitter blood beads in her lower lip, but she didn't hold back the tears after all. When her vision was blurred, she sat up straight, threw herself into Yi Lunhuan's arms without saying a word, and hugged him tightly.

"Don't, don't ask."

Yi Lunhuan rarely saw Chu Changting who was so active towards him, his body stiffened slightly due to the heat in his arms, and then there was a small amount of distress and tenderness in his eyes, he stretched out his hand and hugged Chu Changting tighter, and whispered in her ear: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

"Your Majesty, are we going to have no home?" Chu Changting sobbed in a low voice, tears soaking Yi Lunhuan's shoulders. Yi Lunhuan rubbed Chu Changting's silky ink hair without Zhu Hai with a complicated expression, and said softly: "No, don't worry, I have already arranged everything." Soon we will be able to go back. ”

Hearing Yi Lunhuan's comfort, Chu Changting's heart was much more stable. The bamboo shadow outside the window sprinkled on Chu Changting's eyelashes, she blinked, blinked the mist that blinded her vision, and asked in a low voice, "That...... The invading King of the South, Your Majesty, will you kill him? ”

Whispered and cautious questions, but straight into them like sharp knives. Entering Yi Lunhuan's heart, blood burst out of his heart in an instant, Yi Lunhuan's hands tightened quietly, and his voice was also a little gloomy: "Do you hope that I will?" ”

This sentence is asked vaguely, but it carries the dryness of ten years of dust.

Chu Changting lowered his eyes and didn't speak for a long, long time.

Such silence is fatal to Yi Lunhuan.

Yi Lunhuan's eyebrows were gloomy, he pressed Chu Changting's shoulders with both hands and took her away from his body, staring at Chu Changting's face, his eyes burning: "Tell me." ”

Chu Changting frowned slightly, reached out and brushed Yi Lunhuan's hand on his shoulder, and then his body softened and threw himself into Yi Lunhuan's arms, his voice trembled with a little sobbing, but the bottom of his eyes gradually condensed the frost and snow: "I hate it, I can't cut him with a thousand knives." ”

Yi Lunhuan's body loosened, raised his hand and gently stroked her back, a whirling murderous aura rose in the narrow phoenix eyes, and the voice was deep and cold, with the emperor's unacceptable beak.

"I will."