Thousands of miles away in Chang'an, in the huge courtyard, a small figure in the snow with a snowman, the dusk sunset shines from the thick flowing clouds, the pale light is cast on her face, it is a beautiful little girl, the hands holding the snow are frozen red, but they are still stubbornly piling their own snowmen, it is a big and a small two snowmen, holding hands tightly.

"Qingzhi, it's time for you to go back." Guo Nu came from a distance, he looked at the well-behaved figure with pity, and said softly.

"Uncle, why hasn't my brother come back, is he the same as his mother, don't you want Qingzhi?" The girl turned, her head bowed, and her voice was low.

"Why doesn't your brother want you, you're his most beloved sister! It's just that it's snowing heavily, and he can't come back, and when the snow stops, he'll be back. Thinking of the news sent by Dunhuang, Guo Nu's face darkened.

"Really! That Zhi'er doesn't build a snowman anymore. The girl raised her head, her dark eyes were filled with joy, she ran to Guo Nu's side, folded her hands, and muttered to herself, "Granny Yushi, don't snow anymore!" As long as my brother comes back, I will ask him and my uncle to buy a big pig for you. ”

The snow gradually got bigger, Guo Nu hugged Qingzhi with a sincere face, shook his head with a smile, and walked to the back room, behind him, there were two snowmen standing quietly.

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Li Ang opened his eyes, and then he looked around clearly, this is a simple and elegant room, red sandalwood tables are placed on the jade green celadon, and there are several ancient ink paintings hanging on the walls, simple and elegant. Suddenly, his nose moved, and the faint aroma that permeated the room made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"It should be him." Leon remembered the ghost-faced man he saw that day, "I don't know how long I slept?" He muttered to himself, trying to get his body moving, but to no avail. Then the door opened suddenly, and he lay down alertly out of habit.

King Qiling walked in with a steaming bowl of porridge, his gaze rested on the lying Leon, and then stopped, she did not take off her mask as usual: the quilt on the bed had moved, although it was only a small difference from when she left. "If you wake up, get up!" There was a slight loss in King Qiling's voice, but the people lying down couldn't hear it.

Leon straightened up, "You saved me, thank you." Looking at King Qiling under the mask, he couldn't help but think about what kind of face would be behind that silver ghost face.

"Your general sent me out." King Qiling's voice was cold, but it was less indifferent than before, "So, you don't have to thank me." She approached the edge of the bed, and the porridge bowl in her hand wafted in front of Leon with a smell of aroma.

"I'll come by myself..."Li Ang was not used to being served, but unfortunately his body couldn't move much after lying for more than half a month, so his words were only half said and then he was gone, and then he saw King Qiling's hands, a pair of hands holding blue and white porcelain bowls and spoons, so he only lowered his head and drank porridge one bite at a time,

Li Ang always felt that the pair of long and white jade hands in front of him did not look like a man's hands, but he suppressed this thought when he thought of the amazing arrow when he first saw it, and the calluses on the knuckles of his fingers.

Li Ang drank quickly, a bowl of shredded chicken porridge didn't take much effort to see the bottom, after drinking the porridge, the man in front of him wiped the corners of his mouth for himself, he suddenly had an indescribable weird feeling, but he couldn't say why, but he didn't hate it in his heart.

King Qiling left, didn't say a word, and didn't even leave his name. Li Ang didn't ask, although he had a lot of questions in his heart, but at the moment he wanted to recover as soon as possible, and the news always had to be inquired about to be reliable.

Walking out of the house, King Qiling called over a personal guard warrior, "Send someone to Dunhuang, and say that the person is awake." With that, she walked straight into the snow.

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On the third day after waking up, Leon went down to the ground, and it was then that he learned that the ghost-faced man who had been taking care of him was the Uighur khan. And in the mouths of the people, this young khan, who was only six years older than him and was named the king of Qiling by the Great Qin, has been wearing a hideous ghost face on his face since he was fourteen years old and has suffered an accident and disfigured his appearance. Although he has excellent knife skills and resolute actions, he is also an indifferent person, who has always been taciturn and rarely interacts with others.

Leon leaned against the wall and looked intently at the lonely plum tree outside the window, he knew very well what it was like to be alone, it was not just pain, there were more and more inexplicable things that made people feel desolate inside.

In the courtyard, the maids who swept the snow looked at Li Ang leaning against the window from a distance, covering their mouths and whispering, in their eyes, His Highness, who had always been indifferent, suddenly took such care of this handsome young man, and then thought of His Highness, who is never close to women, there must be something unspeakable.

"Sweep your snow, if you dare to talk nonsense again, I will send her to be a prostitute." Gu Lun looked at the maids coldly with frost on his face, and his voice was as cold as a knife out of its sheath. The maids closed their mouths in horror, and all of them lowered their heads and swept up the snow as quickly as they could.

'I'm useless! Gulen thought that when the old master died, he asked him to take care of the young lady, but he could only watch her wearing a mask, and become more and more unhappy, but he could do nothing.

Looking at the door that was pushed open, Leon came back to his senses from the window, and since he woke up, this old man named Gulun had come many times, and said a lot of strange things, maybe trying to tell him something, but he was in a hurry, and in the end it was all gone.

"Are you feeling better?" Gu Lun sat down, and he looked a little uneasy, in fact, what the maids said just now made him decide to tell the matter of the young lady to the calm young man in front of him who didn't feel like a child no matter how he looked at it, but when the words came to his mouth, they changed again.

"Thank you for your concern, it's much better." Leon replied seemingly nonchalantly, but his eyes were fixed on the old man, as if he wanted to see something on his face, "If there is something in the old age, it is okay to talk about it." ”

"Brother Li, in fact, Your Highness..."Gu Lun finally spoke, but unfortunately only halfway through his words, the door was pushed open, and it was King Qiling who walked in.

Gu Lun's face moved towards King Qiling, who was looking at him coldly, but in the end he didn't say anything and left quietly, leaving only Li Ang and King Qiling alone.

"I don't know what Gu wants to say to me, but I think he's supposed to be for your good!" Leon broke the silence, and he said quietly.

"I don't need him to take care of my business." King Qiling's voice was cold, but it was not calm.

"Why, does anyone care?" Li Ang frowned and stared at King Qiling, "Actually, you are not an indifferent and ruthless person, even if you wear a mask on your face, do you have to wear it in your heart?" ”

"Everyone wears a mask, and you and I are the same." King Qiling looked at Li Ang, "So I'm not an indifferent and ruthless person, it's not up to you to decide." ”

"Yes, it's true that the world wears masks, and so do I." Li Ang didn't refute, but said lightly, "But in everyone's heart, there are always some people who don't need to wear masks when facing them." At this point he paused, stared at the mask on King Qiling's face, and then asked, "Do you have such a person in your heart?" ”

"There used to be... But... They are all dead. After hesitating for a moment, King Qi Ling still answered, the person in front of her was obviously just a teenager, but his eyes were as sharp as a famous knife, which made people feel overwhelmed.

"I'm sorry." Leon was silent for a moment, and then suddenly said, "Are you interested in hearing a person's story?" ”

King Qiling didn't speak, she glanced at Li Ang, who seemed a little too calm, and finally sat down, only turned her face sideways, she didn't dare to look at the eyes that suddenly softened.

Looking at King Qiling sitting down, Li Ang smiled, and didn't mind her actions, "I have a friend, when he was not born, his father died on the battlefield, and he has been dependent on his mother since he was a child, and since he was sensible, he vowed to protect his mother and let her live a good life." Speaking of this, Li Ang unconsciously looked at the clear sky outside the window, as if he had returned to the past.

"But when he was very young, his mother died in an accident, and he was there at the time, and he couldn't do anything but watch, and at that time, he thought, what a waste, what a useless person, so he stopped laughing, stopped talking, and without his mother he wandered like a wild dog that no one wanted, until he met a man." Leon stopped suddenly, his hands clenched.

"Who's that guy?" King Qiling's voice rang out, and she turned around.

"A comrade-in-arms of his father, a good man." "After that, he had an adoptive father, who died when he was eighteen years old, from old wounds wounded on the battlefield, and before he died, his adoptive father told him about his father. ”

"You know what?" Li Ang suddenly looked at the King of Qiling, who could listen attentively, "All his impressions of his father come from his mother, in his mother's memories, his father was a hero, heroically killing the enemy, and he has always believed in it and is proud of it." But none of this is true, his father was killed from behind by the enemy he let go when he was cleaning the battlefield, and he also affected his comrades-in-arms, including his adoptive father, ridiculous! The father who thought he had been a hero for eighteen years was actually such a person. Leon laughed self-deprecatingly.

Knowing the truth, he began to hate his father, because if it weren't for his foolish sparing of his enemies, his mother would not have lost her husband, he would not have been without a father, and his adoptive father who had adopted him would not have died. Later, he also became a soldier, a ruthless soldier, and none of his men ever lived, and everyone around him said that he was a butcher, and no one wanted to approach him, because they were afraid that they would become cold-blooded. Leon's voice was calm, so calm that it made people feel sad.

"Later." Leon laughed and sneered, "He was sent to do something that no one wanted to do, and he almost died." ”

"Almost dead?" King Qiling frowned and looked at the young man beside him who was too quiet and introverted, "Is that dead, or is it not dead?" ”

"I guess I'm not dead, right?" Leon muttered to himself, as if he was a little distracted, and after a while he continued, "He later figured out something, and he told me that a person is lonely because he is unwilling to change himself. In fact, people live not only for themselves, but also for others. ”

"Unwilling to change yourself? Live for someone else? King Qi Ling stood up and muttered to himself, "Interesting statement." Then she looked at Leon, who seemed a little tired, "So has he changed?" And for whom do you live? ”

He later had a sister and a man to whom he owed a lot, and a few friends. Although it is still not as lively as before, it has changed a lot, at least out of loneliness. Li Ang raised his head and looked at King Qiling, "I think he can get out of his loneliness, and so can you." ”

"Why are you telling me this?" King Qi Ling turned around.

"I don't know." Leon was silent for a moment, "Maybe it's because you saved me, or maybe it's because of something else." He said this, his head bowed, and King Qiling could not see his face clearly.

"That's what you're talking about..."King Qi Ling wanted to ask, 'Is this person you?' But thinking of Li Ang's age, she didn't ask in the end, she stopped at the door, turned around and smiled, "Your story is well told, thank you." With that, he walked out of the house.

"Story?" Li Ang smiled noncommittally, shook his head and muttered to himself, picked up the tea cup on the side, and drank it himself, under the warm sunset, his face was reflected a little yellow, like an old ancient painting scroll, hiding a lot of stories.