"Dongxian, do you think this plum blossom is good-looking, will the queen mother like it?" A boy about seven or eight years old asked, pointing to a red plum, and his delicate face fell with crystal snowflakes. The waiter on the side bowed his body a few points and said, "Niangniang will definitely like it." Murong Jin's eyes smiled into the shape of a crescent moon, stood on tiptoe and climbed the nearest plum blossom into his hand, and pressed his body down hard, his little face was red, and after a few breaths, he heard a "click", Murong Jin stumbled and almost fell to the ground, but fortunately, he was supported by Dongxian in time.

Murong Jin looked at the blood-soaked plum blossoms on the branches in his hand, exhaled, stretched his eyebrows and eyes, and casually dusted off the ice crystals and petals on the brocade robe. Then hurriedly ran in the direction of Qiwu Palace. Dongxian followed closely with broken steps.

The snow flew suddenly, and because it was too late to clear the palace road, there was already a thin layer of snow, and the shoes stepped on it, compacting the snow and making a "squeak" sound.

The high walls of the palace were filled with dead silence, and blood was invisible and covered with clouds overhead. Under the blowing of the cold wind and snow, those who have been half-flowing in the wind pass through - power, money, status, killing, conspiracy, deception, betrayal. These things were frozen into hard, sharp blades of ice, piercing everyone's armor and cutting through everyone's skin, dripping with blood and leaving their bodies skinless. Approximately, only a child like Murong Jin can run in this snow with a clean and transparent heart. However, the cleaner and purer it is, the easier it is to be pierced and broken.

Outside the window, no one knew what would happen next.

Murong Jin held the plum branch tightly and ran through several palace gates, but stopped outside the Donghua Gate outside the Qiwu Palace, his eyes seemed to be filled with snowflakes all of a sudden, and he couldn't move anymore.

Dong Xian saw Murong Jin stop, he was stunned at first, and after seeing what was in front of him, he didn't care about humility for a while, and pulled Murong Jin to hide in the corner in horror. Dong Xian was afraid that Murong Jin would be too angry, so he stubbornly restrained Murong Jin's body, but the latter was motionless like a puppet, and the large flakes of crazy falling snowflakes in his eyes seemed to dye his eyes white, without the slightest emotion.

Dongxian gradually let go.

Murong Jin's black hair was blown up by the wind, mixed with snowflakes, and a few strands of hair stuck to the extremely pale face, showing a bit of desolation.

I don't know how long it took for everything to calm down again, and the heavy snow fell one after another, as if it was about to wipe everything out. Most of their clothes were soaked with snow, and their lips were purple from the cold. Murong Jinmu said: "By the way, Dongxian, I haven't gone to find the queen mother yet, she thinks she's in a hurry." ”

Dongxian looked at him stunned, thinking: Your Highness, isn't it......

Just thinking about it, Murong Jin had already walked into the Qiwu Palace. In the palace, the palace maid knelt down. When Murong Jin entered the house, only the queen's personal palace maid Yusheng was hiding her face and sobbing. Yusheng saw that Murong Jin had inserted the red plum into the jade bottle, and his heart couldn't help but hurt a little more, "Your Highness, Niangniang, she ......" The words were in his throat, but he couldn't say anything.

Murong Jin turned around and seemed to be saying to somewhere in the air, "Is the Queen Mother out?" Then I'll come back later, it's cold lately, so let's buy more braziers. ”

Yusheng shook his head, tears raining down, "Your Highness, the queen is gone, gone...... Never to come back, never again...... Can't come back. ”

"Gone? The queen mother is gone? Then why didn't the queen mother tell me? Where exactly did you go, how did it be... What if you don't come back? In the end, Murong Jin's eyes were filled with tears.

Yusheng knelt on the terrazzo marble floor with a "plop", and finally couldn't help choking up: "Your Highness, the queen mother was martyred, and the palace is already preparing for the future." ”

Murong Jin only felt a "buzzing" in his mind, and his eyes suddenly went black, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out. Seeing that Murong Jin was about to fall. Yusheng hurriedly supported Murong Jin's body, his eyes were bloodshot, and he hissed at the outside: "Someone! Physician !! "The mother is gone, and I can't let His Royal Highness have any mistakes. Absolutely not.

It turned out that everything was true. Murong Jin thought like this and fell asleep deeply.

In the dream, the world was snow-white, and everything seemed to be the same. The sun shines on the earth, shining brightly. The mother lay on a bench in the courtyard, and quietly flipped through the scrolls in her hands, while the boy rested his head on his mother's lap and listened quietly to the sound of the snow melting. Although his father was busy with government affairs, he would still take the time to come to the palace, surround the fox fur around his mother, talk a few words to his mother, and play with the boy a few times. However, dark clouds covered the sky, and strong winds blew away the floating flowers and knocked down the palace lanterns. The world turned black and white upside down in an instant, plunging into a terrible darkness. The mother had a dagger in her chest, and the red blood stained the placket of her clothes into a huge blood-colored hibiscus, and the father picked up the mother, who ran as hard as he could, but could not move, and the boy cried desperately, but could not make any sound. The pain, helplessness, and despair filled his heart so much that he couldn't breathe.

"Queen Mother-" Murong Jin opened his eyes suddenly, staring at the cyan gauze tent above, knowing that he was lying in his bedroom, and his expression instantly dimmed.

Dongxian, who had been guarding the door, heard the voice and hurriedly called the imperial doctor to enter together. The imperial doctor pinched Murong Jin's pulse, and said with a sigh of relief: "Your Highness is not in any serious trouble, but you are suffering from the wind and cold, and you are angry and bloody, I will prescribe some medicine to dispel the cold and calm the nerves, you can give it to Your Highness every day." Dong Xian said "yes" and sent the imperial doctor out of the palace. When he came back, Murong Jin was already dressed and pacing around the room.

Dongxian was shocked, and was about to help Murong Jin to rest on the couch, but heard him say coldly: "Let me ask you, do you know what has happened in the country recently, and why did the queen mother die in the country?" ”

Murong Jin's tone was cold, and Dongxian knelt on the ground with a "plop", and cold sweat broke out on his back: "Back to Your Highness, the slave doesn't know." Dong Xian raised his head slightly, facing Murong Jin's eyes as deep as a cold pool, and buried his head deeply. Fortunately, Murong Jin was not annoyed, just sighed lightly and walked out, leaving a sentence of "get up" as he left.

Dongxian got up, wiped the cold sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, and looked at the back of the negative hand leaving, and couldn't help but feel strange. Why, some of them can't be seen really?

Where can you see it really? He's just a teenager, after all.

Black engulfed the last bit of white light in the sky, and there was no moon or stars in the sky. As night falls, the lights are on.

Murong Jin walked outside the Qiwu Palace, listening to the mourning inside, and took back the steps he had taken. Is it fear, fear, or reluctance? He didn't know either. He looked at the dead branches in the courtyard that were entwined with plain silk, and the rows of white jade candles that could not be extinguished on the bronze lamps, as if a huge hole had been torn open in his heart, and blood could not be stopped. Then someone stuffed the wound with a large handful of ice and snow frost, and the ice and snow froze the wound and the heart froze, so that there would be no bleeding and no pain.

Murong Jin's eyes were empty, as if it was a dark night, and he retreated step by step, until his back was pressed against the cold palace wall, and a clear chill spread throughout his body. Then run in a certain direction with all his might.

"Your Highness—" He heard Yusheng's shout, interspersed with a cry, a little hoarse.

He ignored it, didn't look back, and the brocade shoes compacted the snow, leaving clear footprints. A gust of wind blew and filled his white robes, and the hunt sounded. I don't know how many palace pavilions I ran through, and I don't know how many palace gates I passed. Murong Jin's knees weakened, and he finally collapsed to the ground. He rolled over, facing the night sky, his eyes closed, feeling the cold touch of the snowflakes melting. The faint fragrance of plum and the breath of ice linger on the tip of the nose for a long time.

"Your Highness." Dongxian knelt on the ground and buried his head deeply, his voice with a hint of pleading.

Murong Jin opened his eyes, struggled to support himself, and lightly spat out a few words: "Bring my sword." ”

Dong Xian's body shook and exclaimed, "Your Highness—"

"Bring me my sword." Murong Jin repeated, his tone a little colder.

Dongxian had no choice but to respond: "Yes." ”

Dong Xian brought the sword to him, and Murong Jin was pacing in the plum garden, red plum petals and white snow mixed together, falling on his shoulders. Dong Xian bowed down and raised the Lingshuang Sword above his head.

Murong Jin looked at this sword called "Ling Shuang", and there seemed to be a slight light in his eyes, and it instantly dimmed.

"Zheng-" The sharp blade came out of its sheath, and the sword light drew several beautiful arcs in the wind.

Dong Xian listened to the mournful sound of the wind and the roar of the sword in his ears, only to feel a chill spread across his body, and his legs and stomach couldn't help but tremble.

Murong Jin's sword hand paused in the air, picking up a plum blossom with the tip of the sword, Dong Xian stared at the scene in front of him, observing any subtle moves of Murong Jin, silently gritting his teeth, thinking that if something happened, he would do his best to stop it.

I saw that the latter's eyebrows were angry, and he brought the sword body closer to him. Dongxian clutched his robe tightly, and was about to pounce half of his body over, when he saw a cold light, and the sword body turned and slashed towards him. Dong Xian was shocked, hurriedly retreated, and fell to the ground. Then there was a "click" sound, and a small red plum tree was cut off at the waist, and the whole body fell on another plum tree, making a "rustling" sound.

Murong Jin's knuckles of the sword turned white, and when he saw the fallen plum tree, there was no emotion in his eyes. A voice in my heart said coldly: Since the queen mother is no longer there, then there is no need for you to exist! Murong Jin's eyebrows were fierce, and he recited the trick in his mouth. The running steps, the swirling sword light seductively the eyes. The sound of the "click" of the broken branches in the ears and the "click" sound of the plum branches swaying and the crisp sound of hitting the ground are more like a kind of choking and whimpering.

The clothes fluttering in the wind, the black hair raised, such a posture does not seem to come from such a child.

Dongxian collapsed to the ground, cold sweat professing and no sound came out of his throat. Although he didn't know any martial arts swordsmanship, he also knew that such a sword flower could not be danced by His Royal Highness of the other palaces and the princes of the clans outside the palace. Dongxian also heard the martial artist say that His Royal Highness is talented, but even so, this scene is terrifying.

The wind was blowing, rolling up the remnants of the flowers, and flying all over the sky like a red snow. The wind dispersed, and the plum blossoms were scattered one after another, dyeing the white earth red little by little, as if it had been sprinkled with blood, and the world was red. Murong Jin was half-kneeling on the ground with the support of his sword, Feixue and Hongmei hung sporadically on his hair, his little face was so white that there was no blood, but his eyes were full of bloodshots, like a bloodthirsty demon. Lying beside him were the remains of red plums all over the ground.

The garden is full of red plums, and it is a death in a blink of an eye.

After a few breaths, Dong Xian saw that there was no movement around him, so he got up and prepared to help Murong Jin. saw the latter's gaze sweeping over Dongxian, and lightly called "Father...... Emperor"

Dong Xian didn't have time to look at people, so he turned around and knelt deeply, and caught a glimpse of the dark color clothes with a dragon pattern, and then exclaimed, "See Your Majesty." ”

Emperor Yan glanced at the plum garden, his handsome face was full of anger, and he walked straight to Murong Jin, and stopped talking a few times. Seeing that Murong Jin's eyes were drooping, he was silent, and he was out of breath for a while, so he raised his foot and kicked towards the latter.

I only heard a "bang", the sword left his hand, Murong Jin let out a low cry, and knelt down. Then he raised his head and said, "Father." ”