The wind and snow brushed Shaowu Hengan's face, his expression was in a trance, he coughed again, and his face changed a little strangely Hongrui, this Hongrui is not like the kind of health of ordinary people, but looks a little unstable.

When he was five years old, the imperial physician said that he would not live to be eight years old, and when he was eight years old, he fell into a coma several times, and finally survived, but his body was getting weaker and weaker.

"Why don't you die?"

Shaowu Hengan leaned against the window, letting the wind and snow hit his face, he was unconscious, just kept opening his mouth, saying things that he could only hear. His face was cold, and he didn't know if it was tears or snow......

The four girls seemed to feel Shaowu Hengan's discomfort, and they were also a little sad in their hearts, but they didn't know how to comfort Shaowu Hengan, let alone say some comforting words. Although Shaowu Hengan looks very weak on weekdays, he is extremely strong, his peace is just an attitude towards life, he seals his heart, and only opens the surface for the world.

"Childe ......"

You'er looked at Shaowu Hengan's thin body, and her eyes were a little red.

As soon as the north wind blew, Shaowu Hengan felt more and more cold, and he shivered, for a while, his footsteps were a little staggering, You'er approached him, and he was about to support Shaowu Heng'an, Shaowu Heng'an held the window lattice, and then waved his hand, calmed down, and then said: "Go, prepare, I'm going to Zhuang!" ”

……

"Knock ......"

The bell rang slowly, on the Shou Mountain, a temple was covered by heavy snow, the temple looked a little dilapidated, there were not many people in it, but rarely, this bell never stopped.

The Daxiong Treasure Hall, surrounded by clouds and mist, a huge turtle head constantly spits out smoke, emitting a faint aroma, quiet and calming.

"Father's ......"

Through a wooden door, Shaowu Heng'an's clear voice sounded, but he was a little lacking in qi, his body was not cool, and he could hear it clearly from him alone.

Behind the wooden door, a golden futon was placed in front of a huge Buddha statue, and a man dressed in plain clothes sat quietly, his eyes closed, as if he were asleep.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, raised his head, and quietly looked at the huge Buddha statue in front of him, only to see that the Buddha's face was full of compassion, as if he had seen all the suffering in the world.

"Humph!"

The man snorted coldly, and then stood up, although he was dressed in plain clothes, but from the back, he looked like a mountain in Mandarin, towering above this Shou Mountain.

He hates this kind of compassionate gesture, just like he hates a person, who has been **, has been dead for many years, but he has never forgotten it in his heart.

It was the same winter, and it was in this hall that a man and a woman made an unswerving vow in front of the compassionate Buddha.

"Father!"

Outside the door, Shaowu Hengan's voice sounded again, with a hint of cowardice and weakness.

"Is it Heng'an, come in!"

The man frowned, then turned his head, faced the door, and said lightly.

Heroic and decisive, roughly driving the heroic, it is none other than the lord of Great Xia - Shao Wuqing!

"Squeak ......"

When the two golden armor wrestlers heard Shao Wuqing's words, they each grabbed a door ear and gently opened the door.

"See Father!"

Shaowu Hengan didn't raise his head, and then walked in and knelt on the ground, facing the futon, and fell to the ground, looking extraordinarily grand.

"You're not in good shape, get up!"

Shaowuqing did not help Shaowu Hengan up like before, but looked at him fixedly, and only after a while did he speak.

To tell the truth, Shaowu Hengan has the talent of Wen Taowu strategy, rejuvenating the country and securing the country, and it is definitely the best choice to be the emperor, but for two reasons, Shaowu Hengan can only be a prince of peace in his life.

First, he is not the eldest son, since ancient times, the throne is not to be long, not to be virtuous, he himself was a usurper to establish the country, criticized by the people of the world, if he himself does not set up a young martial arts Hengyong, the ministers are opposed, and the world is in chaos.

Second, Shaowu Heng'an's body is too weak, and there is really no way to do the disease in his bones, over the years, he has also thought of a lot of ways, but he can't find a person who can cure Shaowu Heng'an's illness.

"Thank you, Father!"

Shaowu Hengan stood up, patted the dust on his knees slightly, and then lowered his head again, waiting quietly for Shaowuqing, he could see that Shaowuqing was pondering, he didn't know what he was thinking, just silent.

The atmosphere became strange, the wind outside the hall could be heard, the north wind mixed with rain and snow slapped on the window lattice, making people feel colder and colder, and the two gold-armored wrestlers outside the hall stood still like King Kong Venerable, letting the wind and snow hit them in the face.

"You're here......"

"Yes, Father!"

One voice was slightly cold, the other was respectful, and there was no emotion at all, only calm, just like this quiet temple.

Shao Wuqing finally spoke, he looked at his son in front of him, he didn't know what he was thinking, some perfunctory, some impatient.

"Father, big brother, he's reversed!"

If Shao Wuqing doesn't ask, he must also say that there are some things that need to be done by him, and they can only be done by him!

"Hmm!"

Shao Wuqing nodded lightly, then glanced at the futon on the ground, and finally softened his tone: "Sit down!" ”

"Thank you, Father!"

After a respectful salute, Shaowu Hengan sat down, the futon still had residual warmth, and Shaowu Hengan also knew that this futon was sat by Shaowuqing, but, what does it matter?

Shao Wuqing nodded, and was silent again, in the hall, the atmosphere became more and more weird, the harmony between father and son was originally a very good thing, but behind this harmony, who knows the coldness hidden.

In this life, there are sorrows and joys, don't enter the emperor's family!

After being silent for a long time, Shao Wuqing finally raised his head again, and then said lightly: "Enter the palace!" ”

"Gurgle...... Gurgle......"

Shaowu Qing walked to the door of the main hall step by step, and then gently opened the door of the hall, Shaowu Hengan knelt up, looking at the direction of the hall door, still respectful.

"The snow has stopped, let's go!"

The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings. The capital, which has been calm for decades, is shrouded in a gloomy and low-pressure atmosphere. Just like this late autumn weather, it is gray and overwhelming. People have always been alert to danger, and people are now keeping their doors closed and staying at home.

If it is not necessary, they dare not go to the street, and the shops that used to be bustling and bustling have also closed their doors and no longer do business.

The deserted streets are deserted and empty like a dead city. Only a group of heavily armed soldiers with spears in their hands and crossbows at their waists cruising back and forth with expressionless faces added to the fear and worry in the hearts of the people. An autumn wind whistled, blowing up the scattered leaves on the ground and drifting aimlessly into the distance. It's going to change.

The vast and majestic imperial palace was full of white mourning flags, which made the hunting ground sound in the cold night wind, reflecting the already sad atmosphere even more gloomy!