Chunqiu has been accompanying Wanjun in the Jade Washing Building, and this is already the last effort he can make. This time, no matter what he says, he will always be with him.

But he did not dare to go in, and could only watch him at the door, watching him motionless, like a withered artemisia. Look at the death in his eyes that is greater than life. What does it take to make a person's eyes no longer shine with life?

Wanjun had no interest in life anymore, and he could only keep himself calm enough to cool down to the point that one heart would provide him with nothing but to maintain the last heartbeat.

Who can afford the death of both parents and the destruction of their home to ashes overnight? No, there is one more person who can bear it, and that is Zuo Chunqiu. He also experienced the pain of consent, but in the end he carried it.

Now he looked at Wanjun but didn't know how to comfort him. Because he still had love in his heart at the beginning, and he still had the love that he couldn't give up to Wanjun. But what else does Wanjun have now? He had nothing left, and nothing more than that.

The night was long, and snowflakes began to fall outside.

Chunqiu looked up and saw that it was snowing. Yes, it's snowing, let this cold winter come with a heavy snowfall, and make all the helpless, miserable world full of snow.

"Wanjun, it's snowing, come out and take a look!"

The north wind whistled past Chunqiu's face, but he couldn't make Wanjun wake up.

It's been so many days, and he has been guarding Wanjun in the Jade Washing Palace like this, hoping that he can let himself go, and at the same time let his parents go. But he has been locking himself in a small space, not allowing himself to communicate with the outside world.

The longer the days like this, the worse it will be for Wanjun, so he has to quickly find a way to wake him up.

No, he can't sit still, he has to go in, he has to wake him up, he has to save him.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and the snowflakes were falling wildly in the cold wind. Chunqiu's head was already covered with snowflakes, and it turned white like the Jade Washing Palace.

However, he had no intention of admiring the sudden snow, and he hurried in, only to feel that it was colder inside than outside.

"Why is it so cold in here!"

He found a brazier, made a charcoal fire, and sat beside Wanjun. Watching his face lose a lot of weight against the background of the charcoal fire.

"Wanjun, are you listening? If you're listening, can you give me a signal? ”

Chunqiu held Wanjun's cold hand, trying for him to hear him calling him, but it didn't seem to work.

"Wanjun, I'm sorry, it's me who is not good, leaving you to suffer alone. It's all my fault, it's me who was too selfish, it's me who didn't take your feelings into account. I was wrong, I was really wrong, wake up, you can beat me and scold me, just don't ignore me! ”

The flames of the charcoal fire were burning little by little, and slowly there were ashes, but Wanjun still didn't speak, just sat motionless in the chair.

"Wanjun, let me tell you a story!"

is holding back his tears, because he doesn't need his tears now, and he doesn't need his sympathy, he just needs to tell this story that is pressed in his heart.

"Once upon a time there was a couple of lovers, and they loved each other very much, and they swore that the sea would be dry and the rocks would rot, and the ends of the earth would be together. But one day, one of them couldn't take it anymore, and he left, and he thought it was all the other person's fault, and he said that if the other person hadn't been too selfish and focused on himself, they wouldn't have become what they are......"

His eyes kept staring at Wanjun while he was talking, and he wished that at this moment, Wanjun could wink at him, just once, just one at a time.

"Later, the negative man thought it was right to abandon him and returned to him again......

He couldn't hold back as he spoke, and his teary eyes were so hazy that he looked at Wanjun.

"Wanjun, did you hear that? The negative man regrets it, he regrets that he once did something like that, he regrets it! ”

No matter what Chunqiu said, Wanjun was just motionless, without any expression on her face.

The cold wind began to roar, whistling through the entire Jade Washing Palace. The charcoal fire in the brazier is getting stronger and stronger, and Wanjun's eyes are still dead gray, not the color of life.

"Wanjun, what do you say this life is for? For the so-called love? Or is it for the obsession that I can't forget? I don't think it is, and it wouldn't exist without you, but with you everything makes sense. ”

Wanjun's hands gradually warmed, and they were no longer as cold as they were just now. But his heart has not yet melted, and it is still frozen in his own world.

Chunqiu fell asleep as he spoke, and gradually entered the dream.

Suddenly, a cold wind struck, coming directly from outside the door. Spring and Autumn were still asleep, and they didn't feel that the door was open at all.

The moment the door opened, a man in black suddenly appeared at the door, and soon he walked up to Wanjun and stared at him.

"Du Wanjun, it was you who brought disaster to the country and the people first, if it weren't for you, Daming would not have become what it is now!"

The man in black looked at Da Du Wanjun sitting on the chair, and his heart was very proud. He was now about to complete the grand feat that even Wei Zhongxian had not been able to accomplish.

At this moment, Chunqiu felt that something was wrong, he slowly opened his eyes and took a look, and found that there was a man in black standing in front of him. However, he did not wake up immediately, but continued to pretend to be asleep, but wanted to see what the man in black wanted to do.

"Du Wanjun, since ancient times, there have been many disasters in the face, not to mention that you are still a man. Now, I'm going to do the right thing for heaven! ”

What the man in black said was heard by Chunqiu, but the man in black didn't know that Chunqiu had woken up.

"Du Wanjun, take your life!"

He took the dagger from his waist, pulled it out of its scabbard, and stabbed it at Wanjun.

At this critical moment, Chunqiu suddenly woke up and grabbed the wrist of the man in black and subdued him.

When the man in black saw that he woke up, he wanted to run away, but when he wanted to escape, he was locked by Spring and Autumn and couldn't move.

Chunqiu pressed him to the ground, stepped on his stomach with his foot, glared at him and yelled, "Who sent you?" ”

"Hahahaha, Du Wanjun is a sinner of the Ming Dynasty, he deserves to die, even if he is cut by a thousand cuts, it is not a pity to die!"

The man in black was so proud that he was trampled under the feet of Spring and Autumn, and it seemed that the person behind him really couldn't be underestimated.

Chunqiu bent down to unveil the man in black, only to find that he hadn't seen him at all.

"Tell me who sent you, or else—"

Before he could finish his sentence, the man in black laughed a few times and then bit his tongue and killed himself.

"You, you ......"

Chunqiu took a few steps back, looking at the corpse on the ground, and his heart was very panicked. Who wants to kill Wanjun at this time?

Is it Gonggong Wei! Is it the Queen? Or is there someone else in the court who wants to kill Wanjun?

The person who wanted to kill Wanjun must have known everything about his situation, but he didn't expect that Chunqiu would stay here.

If it weren't for the Spring and Autumn Period, Wanjun might not have escaped this catastrophe.

He looked back at Wanjun and saw that he was still sitting in the chair intact, and the uneasiness in his heart was not so serious.

"Wanjun, I'll dispose of the body first, the man is waiting for me here!"

Chunqiu pulled the body out, opened the door and walked in.

"Wanjun, the corpse has been lost to me—"

"Wanjun, Wanjun, Wanjun......"

He found that Wanjun was not on the chair, she was still on the chair just now, how could she say that she was gone?

In panic, he ran to look for it, but found that it was empty.

"Wanjun, don't scare me, Wanjun, where the hell have you been?"

Spring and Autumn burst into tears, and after searching for a long time in the room, he found that he was not in the room at all.

"Wanjun, I beg you, don't scare me! Wanjun! ”

He ran to the door and shouted for Wanjun, but he couldn't see him.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the whole world began to turn white in the middle of the night, and became miserable, and became nothing other than that.

The charcoal fire was blown out of direction by the cold wind and burned haphazardly in the brazier. A lot of snow was blown in at the doorway. It's just that there is no trace of Wanjun's whereabouts.

"He's been taken captive, yes, he must have been taken captive!"

"Wanjun, you wait for me, I'll come to save you, wait for me, Wanjun, wait for me? I'm here to save you! ”

He ran towards the gate crying and accidentally fell into the snow.

"Wanjun, you, you wait for me, I'm coming!"

He got to his feet, didn't take a few steps and fell heavily into the snow.

"Wanjun, Wanjun!"

He looked up at the merciless drifting snow, and his heart was extremely painful.

"God, what did he do wrong to do this? Oh my God, open your eyes, you've been through enough! ”

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, blowing the snowflakes in the air to different places. There is no end to the night, and let the wind howl all sorrow and rage.

"Ahh Why, why! ”

Chunqiu crawled in the snow and howled in pain, and his clenched fists also hit the snow wantonly.

"Wanjun, I was wrong, I shouldn't have hidden so much from you, if only I had admitted it earlier!"

His tears were digesting the snow around him little by little, but the cold was too strong to give him a chance to breathe.

"Wanjun, where are you? Come back soon! ”

He roared loudly in the snowy night.

"Aren't you cold?"

Suddenly there was a faint voice beside him, but he didn't look up at all, because he knew that there was no one here, only the infinite darkness and cold snow.

"Come, get up and meet the house! Look, there's a charcoal fire in the house! ”

The voice was very gentle, and he suddenly thought of something, and quickly opened his eyes to look over.

"Wanjun, is Wanjun you?"

When he looked around, he saw nothing but darkness and snow.

"Ahh Wanjun, it must be you, yes, it must be you back! ”

He got up from the snow and ran back into his room, startled by what he saw.

"No, what's going on, no!"

He knelt on the ground in fright, looking at Wanjun in the chair, he was terrified to the extreme.

"Wanjun, what's wrong with you? Wanjun, wake up! ”

He crawled up to Wanjun, hugged him, and kissed him on the forehead.

"It's hot, it's hot, it's still hot!"

He quickly picked up Wanjun and ran into the bedroom.