Ruan Cixi looked at Feng Qianmi's eyes, and saw that those eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, calm and calm.

"Feng Qianmi?" Ruan Cixi didn't dare to move, for fear that he would accidentally split his head.

The sword that landed on her neck was slightly forced, and the cold touch was accompanied by a tingling pain.

Ruan Cixi bit her lip.

Her neck, scratched.

The memory is a little trance-like, and there was a time when her neck was also injured.

It was a drizzly day, and the bluestone slabs on the road were covered with clumps of moss, and if you weren't careful, you would slip and fall. The smoke and rain are hazy, and the pedestrians on the road are ready to go out with oil-paper umbrellas, and all kinds of paper umbrellas are propped up in the drizzle.

Ruan Cixi walked down the road in despair, letting the raindrops hit her.

Pedestrians were in a hurry, and the people hiding under the umbrella didn't pay any attention to the messy Ruan Cixi.

Her hair had long been wet from the rain, and the bangs on her forehead were tightly pressed against her skin, and the rain was constantly dripping from her hair, blocking her view of the road.

No, she wasn't looking at the road in the first place.

Her dress was dirty and messy, because she would always fall to the ground, then get up and keep walking.

The people on the road looked at her like a madman, and those who noticed her avoided her from a distance.

Ruan Cixi walked around the streets without a purpose, and no one would care about her anymore.

Unconsciously, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians, and Ruan Cixi walked into an unknown alley.

Ruan Cixi, who lowered his head, saw the rain on the ground, mixed with blood.

The color of the blood was diluted by the rain and flowed out through the cracks under the courtyard wall, and Ruan Cixi looked at the courtyard gate in front of him in a daze.

She took a step forward, and accidentally fell again, and the whole person fell in blood.

The smell of rain.

The smell of earth.

The smell of blood.

The taste of despair.

Ruan Cixi didn't get up again, she just lay on the ground, turned over, closed her eyes and faced the sky, and let the rain wash away with her, washing away the filth of this body.

If only she was discovered, kill her too.

"Master, there's a man outside."

Hearing the voice, Ruan Cixi blinked, and the rain fell on her eyes, which was very uncomfortable.

An umbrella landed on top of her head, blocking the raindrops that fell on her face.

Ruan Cixi opened his eyes and clearly saw the face of the owner of the umbrella.

The young man was dressed in white, and the blood color dyed different lines on the robe, holy and sinful. He holds a black oil-paper umbrella with a white flower spike hanging from the handle.

If you ignore the blood stains on the boy's clothes and the sword in his other hand, maybe Ruan Cixi will feel that this is a little boy who is kind enough to help her.

There were still traces of blood on the sword, and the blade of the sword pointed at Ruan Cixi's throat, and the blood continued to drip down the rain on the sword on Ruan Cixi's slender neck, forming a shallow blood mark.

The young man's toes touched Ruan Cixi's head, the corners of his thin lips hooked slightly, and he said, "Do you want to die?" ”

The blankness in Ruan Cixi's eyes was undisguised, did she want to die?

Think, what is she doing alive?

Grandpa is gone, and she is left alone, what's the point?

Can this man kill her?

Grandpa said that she couldn't give up on herself and had to live well, so no matter how sad or desperate she was, she couldn't commit suicide and couldn't accompany her grandfather.

But if she is killed by someone else, is it none of her business? Grandpa won't blame her......

Now that I'm dead, I don't know if I'll have time to catch up with my grandfather on the Huangquan Road.

"Can you kill me?" Ruan Cixi opened her mouth, and the raindrops on the edge of the umbrella fell on her mouth, cold, cold to the bones.

The young man's smile became brighter and brighter, and he sent the long sword forward, the tip of the sword pierced the skin on Ruan Cixi's neck, and the bright red blood came out little by little, sliding down to the sides.

"Of course." The young man's voice was light, and he seemed to be satisfied with Ruan Cixi's question.

"Thank you." Ruan Cixi closed his eyes.

"Wait a minute!" One hand gripped the boy's wrist and stopped the boy's murderous action.

Ruan Cixi opened his eyes in some mood.

Just now, she really felt what death is, and she was almost dead.

Is it a blessing or a disappointment?

Ruan Cixi found that she couldn't feel it, and she didn't know either.

The man seemed to have a lot of weight in the young man's heart, and the boy obediently let go of his hand, and the hilt of the sword fell into the hand of another person.

The long sword left the top of Nguyen Ci Xi's head and was thrown to his subordinates by the comers.

Ruan Cixi recognized this person, Xuan Lang's right minister, the famous minister Yin Rongyan, who had come to look for her grandfather, and she had seen it.

So, is the young man next to him the crown prince Feng Qianmi?

It's not as gentle and kind as it is rumored......

"You are killing, and I see it, so you have to kill your mouth."

After Yin Rongyan stopped Feng Qianmi, Feng Qianmi took a step back, without the cover of the umbrella, Ruan Cixi could only blink her eyes constantly, and when she spoke, the rain kept falling into her mouth.

"Go back and live well." Yin Rongyan stared at her silently, knowing the reason why Ruan Cixi looked like this.

Old General Ruan shocked the sky, seven days after his death, and today is the first seven.

Yin Rongyan seemed to want to say something, but looking at the hollowness in Ruan Cixi's eyes, he just sighed inaudibly, and left his umbrella by Ruan Cixi's side, blocking Ruan Cixi's head.

"Your Highness, let's leave."

The umbrella covered Ruan Cixi's vision, and she couldn't see how Yin Rongyan and Feng Qianmi left.

The eyes were full of the color of black oil-paper umbrellas, and the sound of rain hitting the umbrella and stone slabs was clear and rhythmless.

It rained for a long time, and Ruan Cixi also lay on the ground for a long time.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through the alley, and the fluttering paper umbrella was blown up by the wind and lifted aside from the top of Ruan Cixi's head.

When the paper umbrella swept past Ruan Cixi's eyes, Ruan Cixi saw a white flower blooming in a field of black.

"Smack."

The handle of the umbrella smashed on the ground, making a different sound, drowning out the sound of the rain.

Ruan Cixi raised his hand to cover his eyes.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and Ruan Cixi's face was full of water marks.

After a long time, Ruan Cixi got up from the ground, picked up the paper umbrella that fell on the side, and walked into the deep alley step by step.

The mood at that time was rejoicing.

She can't die yet.

……

The spring breeze caused the leaves to rustle, and a leaf fell from above, splitting in two as it passed through Feng Qianmi's blade.

A bright blood color appeared on the fair-skinned neck, and under such a strong stimulation, Feng Qianmi's pupils appeared with a hint of murderous madness.

Ruan Cixi's heart "chuckled", and he keenly felt the killing intent from Feng Qianmi.

The body reacted faster than the brain, Ruan Cixi rolled to the side with all his strength, and the injury on his neck was also aggravated a little, but he was still alive.

Looking at the place where she was just now, Feng Qianmi's sword had cut through the bark of the tree, and the position was exactly the same as the place she was leaning on just now.

If she hadn't rolled away, it would have been her throat that would have been cut.