The autumn wind is so cold, blowing on the body, cold to the bone. She didn't feel that there was any hope, and she didn't have the desire to kill anyone at this moment, but she didn't have the courage to kill herself with a sword. Ten years ago, she suddenly woke up, and the pain of the iron blade cutting her spine often appeared in her dreams, but when she woke up again, she felt that it was fate.

Fate wanted her to survive again, as if giving her a chance to choose again, but this sudden loss of relatives made her feel a sense of despair that she couldn't escape her fate. Not the hope of life, not the despair of death. It's the sense of restraint that can't be escaped.

Now that the corpse of her loved one is in this dirt, she feels sad, and she feels a stone in her heart. forced her to face something from ten years of evasion.

The emperor's embrace did not give her strength and hope of rebirth as the previous broad guidance, and this person who was already the supreme of the Ninety-Five made her feel strange and unapproachable.

The man slowly approached her, and Mr. Long helped her up, took the robe handed by the man, and put it on her.

"Thanks, I'll do it myself."

Han Shu buttoned the coiled buttons of his robe, and when he raised his head, the tears had not disappeared, and his red eyes were facing the face of the person who came up.

Ten years have passed, but not too many traces have been carved on his face, replaced by a calm and solemn aura that was slightly lacking before. His eyes are still as usual, with three points of softness, which is the natural kindness of people.

Xu Meng, Xu Meng Jun. The man who had almost become her husband many years ago stood alive in front of her once again. The past poured out like a fountain, and her heart was full of pain, but she couldn't say a word. She never thought that there would be a time to meet again.

Mr. Long asked her, "Crispy girl, now that I will send you to my husband's house, they will definitely treat you well in the future." Second, if you go back with me, I will definitely find out who is behind the scenes, and give your family an explanation to this village. If you want to go or have other arrangements, I will do my best to help you. ”

Where is she stuck, the cold wind is like a knife, and the knife costs people's lives. Du Jin fled, he didn't know what his fate was, and what kind of scare him was, how could he expect to be able to treat himself well? And he is like a duckweed, there seems to be nothing to be nostalgic for in this world. And the soul of the whole village, suffering such a massacre, how can the Yellow Spring cross the bridge with peace of mind? If you don't find out the truth, even if you die in the future, you won't be able to face these people. It's like being in front of the princess's grave, unable to face those guards.

Her eyes suddenly became bright, and she looked at the person in front of her firmly, and was murderous: "I will go with you, the people of a village, the life of my family, there should be justice." ”

Mr. Long looked at the stubbornness in the eyes of the woman in front of him, and felt quite remorseful in his heart, and said to her: "Your family died because of me, I should bear half of your resentment, and if you want my life to repay their lives, you should also." ”

There was a lot of grievance in her eyes, and she said: "Even if you are a big brother, you must choose to protect your life with your own life, and the word loyalty and filial piety is the duty of a soldier in the end." And the eldest brother is willing to repay with his life, and the other person must have been dead for many years. Then it is not difficult to guess that you are a gentleman. I can't hate you, and I dare not hate you. ”

"When did you know that?"

She said: "Dragon-patterned clothing, dark night shadow guards, hundreds of officials check and balance, and the layout of the field." Sir and I have talked so much, it is not difficult to guess. Let me ask, if it were not the monarch of the world, who else would be worthy of assassinating you with such assassins and the lives of my entire village, I am afraid that being the prime minister of the dynasty is not worth the price. ”

She knelt down, closed her eyes and kowtowed: "Nie Hanshu, the grass people, take the whole village and knock to see His Majesty the Emperor, long live my emperor, long live long live." ”

She was helped up, and saw that the emperor promised the whole village that he would definitely find out and deal with the people behind the scenes.

The flowers in the courtyard bloomed and failed overnight, revealing a depressing and desperate atmosphere. Even the surrounding bamboo leaves are indescribably depressing. Han Su stroked the objects little by little, Dong'er's Trojan Horse, Han's loom, and his brother's longbow, Fang Tian's halberd, and the sword that pierced through the pomegranate tree.

She pulled out the sword, looked back at the sky, and sneered: "In the end, you gave me ten years of happy time, and I have always followed fate and escaped many things, but now that I don't run away, I see what you want." ”

Little by little, she took out the cold wine and smashed it to the ground, and the torch fell to the ground and slowly burned. It took half a day to burn up along with the rear of the academy. The hard work of the past ten years, a paradise, turned into ashes in this firelight, and the wind in the mountain seemed to know her intentions, blowing little by little, spreading the fire to the maximum.

Ye Shuo saw where she was guarding for a day and a half of the night, and the rice did not enter. I brought a bowl of porridge with dry food. She just stood in the night, accompanied by the little remaining firelight, he looked at the pale face, and there was no blood between his lips, and brought it to her, "You better eat a little." ”

She shook her head, the internal and external injuries on her body were not good, every time she moved, she said a word, it was a heart-rending pain, and even her breathing was pulling her internal organs. She shook her head, her eyes bloodshot, "I really can't eat it, thank you for your kindness." ”

The bowl in his hand was still a little warm, steaming a little, and persuaded her: "If you can't eat, you have to eat, others can't see it, and you yourself should know that your internal injuries are serious, if you don't recover, I'm afraid you won't be able to survive." ”

She touched her face, looked back at him, and said with a wry smile: "You say, am I becoming ugly now?" ”

I took half a bowl of porridge and drank it. There is a slight sour and bitter inside, it is the taste of the memory of the Seven Hearts of Hailuo, and this flavor medicine is a holy object for the shadow guard to save his life, which is very rare.

She finished drinking, and she also had some strength, "I blame myself in my heart, I thought that with your strength, I thought that this might be commonplace and not too important at all, I thought they would not die." So at that time I just thought that he couldn't be okay, and I thought that the ease he showed was contempt for the killing. I thought. ”

She muttered, "Contempt? ”

The target of the assassination was the emperor, why did he have such contempt? Hao is not nervous, can he still use words to stimulate and guide himself? However, this doesn't make sense, who will take their own lives? No matter how calm a person is, can he really be calm to this extent? Unless you are completely confident, you will not die or hurt, or you are confident in everything.

Not daring to think about it, she grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground and put it in a pocket.