Late at night, mass graves.

December is the time of day when the snowfall is the most in winter.

Cold, bone-chilling.

A mass grave will always be a mass grave, and when there are one or two more corpses, no one will care at all, except for wild dogs foraging for food.

On the pile of corpses, there was a new one.

A pack of wild dogs came wagging their tails and foul-smelling droplets coming out of their mouths.

A wild dog with stray fur walked at the front, sniffed for a while, and then his eyes lit up, and dragged down one of the carcasses on top.

It seems to be the eldest of the wild dogs, so while it nibbles on fresh food, the other dogs can only crouch aside and wait for the rest.

The smell of blood was in the air.

As soon as it bit off a piece of meat from its arm, and before it could taste it, it was strangled by the neck of the dead "corpse", which actually pounced on the dog's body and bit its neck off in one bite. The whole dog's head rolled into the distance with its neck attached, and the rest of the wild dogs fled in a hurry, and a burst of barking dogs scattered in the air.

The man seemed to have drunk enough blood before he had the strength to turn over and barely stand up.

A heart-piercing pain came, and he realized that his leg bones were out of place, and it was pure instinct to be able to stand up for a while, and when he realized the pain, he fell into the snow again.

There was still upturned scrap of flesh hanging on his arm, dripping with blood, and he gasped for breath, shaking his teeth and feeling a piece of cloth in the pile of corpses, tearing it off with great effort, regardless of whose carrion was on his hands.

It was almost like sweat before I wrapped my arms.

He didn't have the strength, he couldn't walk, but there was a voice in his heart that he couldn't die here.

In the night, the snowflakes fell, and he crawled like a wild dog with a broken leg, covered in blood and foul smell.

The road is so long, and there is only despair at the end.

He closed his eyes, but there were no tears to shed.

I don't know when, a pair of white shoes appeared in front of me, embroidered with begonia flowers, expensive and noble.

He knew who it was.

Meng Yu squatted down, but didn't touch him, just calmly recounted one thing: "I saw it all, you did a good job."

He knew what she was talking about, and she saw him without resistance the whole time, like a loyal dog bred by a human.

Meng Yu took out a blue handkerchief from his arms and wanted to wipe the stains on his face, but he hurriedly removed his face. But she pinched her jaw fiercely, and then gently wiped the blood.

Her voice was calm: "Only then can he see clearly." When you return to him, whenever he sees you, he remembers that he has no illusions. After that, he smiled, "Although the bitter meat plan is good, it is difficult to resist a heart that is harder than a stone." The old emperor's heart was more ruthless than I expected, and I almost thought he would be soft-hearted...... It turns out that these four sides of the world, no matter who they are, are all bleeding the same cold blood. ”

She stood up, wiped her hands with a handkerchief, and threw it in front of him: "This time it will take some work, legs, hands, and ribs will have to be replaced."

After saying this, she walked away on her own.

He lay on the spot, and the veil was in front of him, and a small flower was embroidered on the corner of the pave. He wiped his hands with snow before he took the veil in his hand.

For two months, Xiaoli almost did not leave Li Chongzhao for a single step.

She didn't know what happened two months ago, but she remembered that that morning, Li Chongzhao told her that she was going to the palace. But the next morning, the people were carried into the house.

Covered in scars.

The emperor had given the best physician and used the best medicine, and he had been lying in bed unconscious as if he had died for the previous month.

Later, when Brother Shun was forced to interrogate, he learned that Li Chongzhao touched Long Yan in order to marry a folk woman and was punished with a cane on the spot.

No one knows how much pain she feels in her heart.

The suspicions she had at the beginning were tormenting her daily life repeatedly, Li Chongzhao didn't lie to her, at least he suffered this for the sake of that promise.

She can't ignore this kind of friendship.

She didn't understand the majesty of the Heavenly Family, and she didn't understand any human schemes. But she looked at the pale face on the couch and thought about the decision of a lifetime.

Xiaoli knew that the emperor had given a marriage decree, and even if Li Chongzhao was beaten like this, she couldn't escape the marriage decree, and she had no way to fight. Maybe she risked God's curse to kill Meng Yu or the emperor, but there are still so many people in the world, she doesn't have the ability to kill people, and she can't kill so many people who oppose it.

Born with the fate of grass mustard, how can he fight?

Such pessimistic thoughts just popped up in her mind, and she was cut off by herself.

A person is born to be a solution, isn't it?

Although she is not a person yet, she is half of it.

She meditated day and night, wanting to find a good way out and a perfect ending for herself and Li Chongzhao.

One day she sat in front of Li Chongzhao's bed, and Li Chongzhao, who had slept for more than two months, was still very weak when she woke up, so she thought of a way to catch black chicken for him and make soup.

One of the black chickens is also a black chicken essence that has been cultivated for fifty years, but it is still a small thing in front of her hundred-year-old Taoism. plucked the feathers three or two, boiled the water, accompanied by some ginger and garlic, and the black chicken that was still chirping in the last second entered Li Chongzhao's stomach in the next second.

Although it is a fact that her craftsmanship is not good, she can see it with her own eyes from Li Chongzhao's bitter vegetable melon face, but it is not a taste in her heart after all.

But he was very face-saving, and he drank it even when it was unpleasant, and he took a small sip of his stomach, which looked very fatal.

Xiaoli thought for a while and said, "You marry Meng Yu, and then marry me as your little wife."

Li Chongzhao didn't come up in one breath, the black chicken soup was stuck in his throat, and he almost saw the king of Hades. He looked at her with tears and laughter: "Where did you listen to the excerpts?" What little wife, who taught you this?"

Xiaoli sighed and said: "To be honest, I don't like Meng Yu very much, but there is no way, you have to marry her, and I am reluctant to leave you, so I can only think of a compromise solution."

Li Chongzhao became interested, and followed her words: "Then after marrying the two of you, I can't accompany you all day, what should she do?"

Xiaoli was also worried about this question for a while, and said for a while: "Actually, if you don't mind, you can find her a good match in the house." It's just that the reputation is not very good. ”

Li Chongzhao smiled and twisted her face: "Why did I end up with such a living enemy as you."

Pear smiled and slapped his hand, and the two of them got into a mess.

But I heard a report from the next person, saying that the Shenmu guards had returned.

Li Chongzhao hurriedly let people in.

Xiao Li also took advantage of the situation and was shocked.

This sunken wood was no longer like the sunken wood she had seen before.

In the past, Shen Mu just didn't like to talk, but he was tall and strong, and he carried a sword all day long, as if he was a martial idiot.

And now Shen Mu is very thin, there seems to be something wrong with his left leg, it is very inconvenient to walk, and there are heavy scars on his face and neck. It looks scary at first glance, scared at first, and nothing at all.

It's just because the person doesn't feel anything. Pear felt that the only thing that hadn't changed was that face, a face with no expression, and you could never figure out what he was thinking.