Footsteps outside the tent were loud.

Someone shouted outside through the tent door, "Military division! ”

"What's wrong?" Lan Zhijun asked.

"Look at the weather, the storm is coming in a few hours, and His Highness has ordered to immediately set out of camp and strive to enter the national capital before dark."

"Got it."

Lan Zhijun said, opened the tent door, and walked out with Bai Ling.

Jin Bing, who came to report the news, looked at the pale face and loose hands and feet of the girl in front of him, was stunned for a moment, and then realized something, and quickly lowered his gaze.

"Go ahead." Lan Zhijun said softly.

The sky and the earth outside the tent were full of bright light, Bai Ling trembled and breathed, and then walked towards the edge of the camp without looking back.

Jin Bing looked at Lan Zhijun and then at Bai Ling, and for a while he didn't know whether to remind him or not—because Aquili's order was to leave immediately.

And the way this girl walks is a bit strange...... It seems to be a bit of a limp.

Lan Zhijun stood there, watching Bai Ling drift away.

"Go to Your Highness." Lan Zhijun looked back at the soldiers on the side.

"That woman ......," Jin Bing pointed in the direction in which Bai Ling had left, "It seems that she has gone a little too far." ”

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill - Lan Zhijun looked at him meaningfully, with a shocking coldness in his eyes.

The soldier who gave the order couldn't help but shudder, quickly withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and followed Lan Zhijun to Aquili's camp.

More than one person saw the shadow of the woman who was fading away.

People were not sure whether they would catch up with them or not—as were the occasional cattle and sheep in the grasslands, who suddenly fell ill in the snow, and one day suddenly left the herd without looking back, and walked without warning into the depths of the snowfield.

Not to mention the storm that has not yet come, it is impossible for a person like her to step into the snow and come back alive.

But it was a military advisor, and there was no order from above to arrest him......

Just as people hesitated, the woman in the dark green cloak had disappeared into the snow in front of them.

……

Heaven and earth are too quiet.

Bai Ling couldn't remember the last time he was in such silence.

She could feel the pounding of her heart in her chest, and the "creaking" and "creaking" of each foot in the deep snow.

Everything in front of her was new, with a mirror-like blue sky overhead, and a majestic snow-capped mountain village in the distance, she stopped to rest for a while and looked back.

The low slope of the garrison was gone, and behind him there was a long bloody scar, which was slowly seeping through his clothes, staining his trousers, and finally oozing out his boots.

But her hands and feet were no longer very conscious at this time, and Bai Ling did not feel any pain, she turned around a little stiffly, and looked at the mountains in the distance again.

In this silence, she felt like a river running towards the sea.

She is no longer anyone's confiner, whose lover, no longer anyone's daughter, no longer anyone's friend.

The past life is also so strange that it seems to be a story that happened to another person, all the joy, all the hopes, all the tears and anger, were blown away in this cold wind.

She no longer cares where the road ahead leads, nor does she care where the torrent behind her will take others, she just wants to walk towards the distant mountains step by step in the moment, at this moment.

The wind and snow gradually picked up.

The west wind roared, and the fine snow particles hit Bai Ling's face, but Bai Ling didn't realize it.

She walked on the narrow path between life and death, but she seemed to feel that she was one with heaven and earth in a fog.

There was no fear, no pain, nothing but peace and happiness that had never been left before, and death lowered a curtain of numbness and tenderness, enveloping her whole being.

Bai Ling couldn't open her eyes a little, and there seemed to be an arm in the void that was opening its arms to her, waiting for her to plunge into it and sleep quietly.

This attachment gave Bai Ling a sudden strength, as if his soul had broken away from the shell of an adult body.

She turned into a young child again, the wind around her turned into a crowded market, countless people walked in this world, she looked back left and right a little dazedly, and saw that she was alone, and when she was about to cry, a hand gently stroked her forehead, this embrace was familiar and warm, she could not see, but she could feel it.

It's like waiting at the school gate after school many times, waiting for her aunt to come and pick her up.

Waiting for that familiar hand to lead you back to your old warm, peaceful home.

She's going to get out of here and grow up again.

It's just that in the wind, it seems that there are other people calling their names.

- "Boling!! Boling !! ”

This sound is the roar of the wind and snow, mixed with the hooves of horses, from far and near.

Bai Ling looked back with some confusion, but in this heavenly market, everyone was walking slowly, and everyone's expressions were calm and indifferent.

- "Boling!! ”

The voice was unfamiliar, but it seemed like I had heard it somewhere.

As if hearing the voice, the woman leading her stopped, smiling and waiting for Bai Ling to follow.

However, Bai Ling looked at her and shook his head a little hesitantly.

Everything in front of me dissipated like a snowstorm in an instant.

Everything in heaven and earth immediately revealed its hideous true colors again—the howling west wind carried the storm, and Bai Ling found that she had fallen to the ground, the wind was so strong that she had no strength to get up.

But the voice grew clearer.

Looking sideways, in the dim dusk, someone did come from a distance in the wind and snow.

The man was dressed in a white robe, and his face was covered in blood.

The hood on his head had long since been blown down by the wind and fell on his shoulders, and his silver-white hair was like snow.

This is...... Who?

Bai Ling suddenly felt a little noisy, and the sound of tinnitus overwhelmed the wind and human voices.

The pain suddenly became clear again, mixed with cold and hunger, and in an instant it was overwhelmed with an overwhelming momentum.

……

During the long dream, Bai Ling heard many voices in a drowsy manner.

These voices evoke many memories of the past, some joyful, some sad.

She often dreamed that she woke up – sometimes in the imperial palace in Pyongkyo and sometimes in the camp of the Jin soldiers.

In these dreams, Bai Ling often did not stay long, and each time she tossed everyone into a ball of thick paint in her unhappiness and boredom - as a way to escape from these unpleasant dreams.

It's just that after that, she always forgets about "waking up" and continues to wander in chaotic dreams.

Until one day, Bai Ling opened her eyes again, and she saw Wei XIV sitting on the edge of her bed.

Fourteen's expression looked a little haggard, and his eyes were slightly blue, and he was nodding frequently in a drowsy at this time.

The warm winter sun fell from the window paper and fell on his shoulders.