"Three years ago, the Floating Moon Palace."

The chamberlain unconsciously put his hand into his sleeve, exhaled some white air through his nose, and was silent for a moment before turning around and pushing open the wooden door with a "squeak", muttering and repeating: "Three years ago, the Floating Moon Palace ......"

After a few more hours, Murong Jin saw a pitifully thin man staggering out in a shabby robe. The skeleton-like body slowly took a few steps forward, knelt respectfully at Murong Jin's feet, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Highness......"

"You, would you like to go back with me?" The tone is neither hurried nor slow, neither tepid nor cold, and extremely flat.

Dongxian slammed his head on the half-wet stone slab, and his voice was not loud but firm: "The slave is willing to swear to follow His Highness, but His Highness's orders are obeyed, and his liver and brain are smeared, and he will not give up!" ”

"Okay, follow me." Turning around, the skirt sweeps the floor, but it is not stained with dust.

Dongxian looked at the small and dusty back, his heart was mixed, and he choked in his throat for a while, forcing a few tears out of his eyes. In Dongxian's life, this figure became eternal as soon as he turned around. This feeling is better than seeing the only person with a lamp on a long winter night, better than hearing a clear requiem in the endless hell, and better than all the bright moon and breeze in this world.

A little snow began to fall in the sky, silently falling everywhere in the Great Thorn City, and between everyone's hair and brows.

……

Murong Jin fell ill with a cold three years ago and has been coughing continuously since the beginning of winter. When the time had passed, there was still a cough in the house, which lasted for about a pillar of incense, almost uninterrupted.

Murong Jin didn't like too many people to serve in close quarters, so he sent most of the palace attendants to the outer courtyard far away from the dormitory. Late at night, everyone slept deeply. Only Dong Xian, who was arranged in the side room of the dormitory, heard this small voice, so he put on his robe, carried the palace lamp, and came to the door lightly, "Your Highness? ”

"Come in."

Hearing this, Dong Xian pushed the door in, and lit a few lamps with the faint light, and saw that Murong Jin had come down to put on his robe. The black hair hung down and lined the delicate face, and the face was faintly flushed with coughing, but it still looked extremely haggard.

I feel sleepy, but I can't sleep well. Murong Jin simply took this "Quartet Chronicles" to pass the time. Dong Xian burned some garan incense in the incense beast and stood silently behind Murong Jin.

After about half an hour, Murong Jin said a little hoarsely, "You can go down." ”

Dongxian didn't say much, just answered "yes", and went out to cover the door softly.

Murong Jinxun sat in front of the plum blossom table, rummaging through the scrolls from time to time, but his eyes were tightly clasped on the candle flame on the lamp, and the orange-yellow fireworks could not melt the cold ice under his eyes. Murong Jin pinched a two-finger-wide thin juan, and frowned slightly.

Bo Juan's handwriting is beautiful, clearly writing "Yinshi, Bihu Pavilion".

As if thinking of something, Murong Jin's brows furrowed, and a thin smile appeared at the corner of his lips. Two fingers between Bo Juan and put it on the candle flame, the tongue of fire licked Bo Juan, and together with the ink, turned into ashes.

At that time, the second jade candle was already half burned. The cold wind blew in through the window screens, swaying the candle flames.

Murong Jin closed the scroll and wore a dark blue brocade robe, covered with a dark cloak, and a dark hood was worn on his head to cover most of his cheeks. The carved wooden door squeaked open, and the cold wind blew in, extinguishing the lamp.

There was no moonlight or stars tonight, and the small figure quickly melted into the thick night.

The snow particles were still floating in the sky, and they made a small noise when they fell on the cloak. According to the route depicted in his memory, Murong Jin passed through the uninhabited palace road, and after several turns, he came to Bihu. Bihu Pavilion was built in the reign of Emperor Chongwen, which is used to escape the heat on a hot day, and has been for more than 30 years. Since it is a summer escape, then this harsh winter day will naturally be much more depressed. Almost no one sets foot here throughout the winter.

Bihu is far away from the main palaces, and Yinshi is the time when the replacement of the guards is the most lax. The here and now is the perfect place. Who could be so cautious and so clear about the transfer of the forbidden army?

The Bihu Pavilion falls in the middle of the lake, is a four-corner flying pavilion, with a gauze tent hanging on three sides, and a long verandah on one side. The green yarn floats, and the shadow is sufficient. A thin layer of ice has formed on the surface of the lake. Slightly chilling. A gust of cold wind swept the green veil, and a white figure could be vaguely seen standing with his hands in his hands. Murong Jin took a deep breath and walked steadily.

Walking to the end of the verandah, the man turned to hear footsteps. is a thin and delicate young man, wearing a thin white shirt, revealing an elegant and extraordinary temperament.

The man looked at Murong Jin, a smile on the corner of his lips, and said in a deep voice, "You are here." ”

Murong Jin took half a step forward and asked coldly, "Who are you?" For some reason, in the face of the stranger in front of him, Murong Jin actually had a sense of familiarity, as if he was an old friend who had known each other for a long time.

The man turned his back to Murong Jin, looking at the dark night sky, and his voice couldn't hear the slightest emotion: "One, someone who should have died." ”

"There are a lot of damn people, what kind of people are you?"

"One, a man whose country is ruined and whose family is ruined."

The person whose country is ruined and whose family is ruined, that is to say, this person is not a Dayan person, that is...... Murong Jin stepped forward quickly, and the wind he brought poured into his cloak, "Are you from Northern Qi?" ”

The man smiled bitterly: "Northern Qi? Now, there is no Northern Qi anymore......"

His country, his once warm homeland, had collapsed into ashes three years ago under the ruthless iron riding of Dayan. Those he loved, and those he hated, died agonically before him. Everything he had was gone three years ago. He will never forget that winter, the bitter cold wind, the thick smell of blood in the air, the billowing smoke almost obscuring the sky, the sound of swords and guns, the shouting of soldiers, the neighing of war horses, the hunting of flags, and the sound of horns. The blood congealed into ice on the snow, and most of the walls of Miyagi were destroyed and devastated......

"Are you from the Wan Qi clan?"

The huge Northern Qi royal family now only has the surname Wan Qian left. He looked at Murong Jin, "What's the matter, what's not it?" It's just a surname, what's the difference between right and wrong? ”

Murong Jin half-lowered his eyes and said slowly: "I heard that the royal family of Northern Qi was martyred back then, and you are again?" ”

The man sneered: "After all, they are just people with different surnames, how can they understand our clan clearly and thoroughly!" Moreover, what royal family does not have a few secrets today? After another pause, he asked, "Do you know what is the most taboo thing in the royal family to have children?" ”

Murong Jin pondered for a moment and looked at him with a little surprise, "Twins—"

"Yes, twins are the most taboo in the royal family, and anyone who has twins of the same sex will be killed. Concubine Chen of Northern Qi once gave birth to two sons, and the twins were also, and the emperor ordered her to punish her, but Concubine Chen couldn't bear it and exchanged her life for her. Everyone in the world knows Wan Qizhi, the great prince of Northern Qi, but they don't know that he also has a younger brother, named Wan Qiying. ”

"You're Wan Qiying?"

"No, Wan Qiying is dead, and it is Wan Qizhi who stands in front of you. Wan Qiying, his life is just like his name, he can only live in the shadows all his life, being my shadow, not seeing the light of day, "In the end, he also died because of me." Wan Qi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the ripples in his eyes were slight, "Now, there are only you and me who have the blood of the Northern Qi royal family in this world." ”

"That's why you came to me? How could there be only two people left in such a huge royal family as Northern Qi? Even the branches, are they all martyred? Murong Jin felt that his head was covered a little uncomfortable, so he took off his hood, and suddenly felt a lot clearer. His mother is the princess of Northern Qi, and the person in front of him is the eldest prince of Northern Qi.

Wan Qizhi sneered: "Do you really think that the royal family of Northern Qi was martyred?" It's ridiculous. ”

"......" Murong Jin was silent.

Wan Qizhi turned around and paced a few steps, and sat down in front of the stone table, "The mountains and rivers are broken, and there are certainly martyrs in the royal family. As you said, how can there be only two people in such a big royal family as Northern Qi, and there are not even a few people who are greedy for life and afraid of death? If this is really the case, why did the Northern Qi Dynasty fall to such a point today. You must know that the crime of exterminating his royal family is not something ordinary people can afford. In contrast, in the name of martyrdom, it can also give those who have died a reputation as a 'heroic soul', wouldn't it be the best of both worlds. Your father, the emperor, is really thoughtful! ”

Murong Jin turned around in disbelief, his voice so low that he could barely be heard: "No, how is it possible, Father Emperor, he can't do such a thing, and Father Emperor and Queen Mother ......"

Wan Qizhi interrupted him coldly: "What is impossible. Don't forget, Murong Qiyun is not only your father, he is also the emperor of Dayan, which king doesn't want to take the world in the palm of his hand? There may really be some affection between your father and queen mother. But it is also slowly annihilated in power and desire. It's really a pity for your mother's infatuation......"

Murong Jin didn't speak for a long time, he felt that something in his chest was shattered and crystalline, empty, as if he had lost something very important, and his heart festered and ached. Everything he was most reluctant to accept was laid out in front of him. He originally thought that even if things were wrong, even if they couldn't escape, it would backfire. But at least there was a time, those beautiful and warm memories, which sometimes brought him some trance happiness, but now, they have all become jokes.

"But why ...... Why do you need to kill a royal family...... So many innocent people ......"

"In such troubled times, are there still few innocent people? Whoever is not innocent, who is not a victim. Life, inherently very cheap. Wan Qizhi's thin lips pursed slightly, looking at the lake in the distance.

Life, inherently very cheap.

Murong Jin furrowed his brows and diverted the topic, "Did you go to great lengths to bring me here just to talk to me about these gossip?" ”

Wan Qizhi glanced at Murong Jin lightly, "Although it is gossip, it is not useless. At least it made you understand where you are, didn't you? ”

Murong Jin said lightly: "Although he is nominally the prince's son, he does not have the support of half of the maternal family, although he has Murong as his surname, he has the blood of the Northern Qi royal family, so he is also a trouble for his father." The son is valued by the mother, and the mother loses power, and it is the easiest person to get rid of. There are only a lot more people in the palace who are staring at my life now. I have the name of a prince, but this Dayan royal family has no shortage of princes. Uncle thinks, how long will I live? ”

Wan Qizhi got up and paced closer to Murong Jin, with a smile on the corner of his lips: "Yes, but also very smart." If you are so smart, wouldn't it be a pity to die? I can live until now, and I naturally have the ability to let you live for a few more years. You and I don't contradict each other, how about making a deal? ”