The Heavenly Abyss Kingdom has changed.

That night, although the people in the capital were closed, everyone could hear the movement outside, and Mu Jinghong's army attacked the capital, and they were all nervous, afraid that there would be a massacre, but in the end, until dawn, they did not hear any sound of weapons.

Some had the audacity to open the door and go out tentatively, only to find that the streets of the capital were empty.

There was no such thing as the cold corpse of the imaginary soldier, and there was not the slightest trace of blood.

Could it be that Mu Jinghong took down Situ Qianchen, who wanted to usurp the throne, without spending a single soldier?

But then, the closed gate of the palace was wide open, and the guards took the imperial list and posted it in all corners of the capital.

The brave people came up to take a look after the guards had left.

It turned out to be the emperor of the new emperor's accession to the throne.

The people thought they would see Mu Jinghong's name, but when they looked down, it turned out to be Situ Qianchen.

How is this possible?!

They all heard it with their own ears, obviously it was Mu Jinghong who led the army to attack the capital, how could he become Situ Qianchen as the emperor now?!

The world of the Mu family finally fell into the hands of others.

The old man, who had gone through Mu Zhan and Mu Luo, the two emperors of the Mu family, walked towards the more and more streets with a sigh in his hands, muttering in his mouth: "This Mu family is finished, it's over......"

As soon as Situ Qianchen ascended the throne, he set out to purge the dissidents from the government and the opposition, and anyone who remained loyal to the Mu family would be dragged to the front of the main hall and beheaded to show the public, and their heads would be hung on the gate of the capital city to set an example.

The behavior of such a tyrant made the people of the Heavenly Abyss Kingdom dare not speak out.

Anyway, the rivers and mountains of this Tianyuan Kingdom have fallen into the palm of Situ Qianchen's hands, and these people are just ants, even if they are hugged together, how can they be able to defeat Situ Qianchen's brave and warlike Situ Army?

Since that night, Ling Jiantong has stayed in the palace, Ling Zhishuang was finally saved, Situ Qianchen also invited the best imperial doctor to see Ling Zhishuang, saying that it was to see a doctor and recuperate, but in fact, they trapped their mother and daughter in the small courtyard of the harem, and there were heavy guards outside the courtyard, if they wanted to go out, there would be guards behind them.

Ling Jiantong hadn't seen Mu Jinghong anymore, and there was no news about Mu Jinghong, he was like he had evaporated from the world.

Although Situ Qianchen knew that Mu Jinghong's existence in this world was the biggest threat to him, he did not send troops to chase and kill Mu Jinghong, but let him go, and he didn't know if he suddenly had the tolerance of a monarch after getting the world.

Outsiders don't know about this.

Situ Qianchen has just become the emperor, so he naturally has endless things at hand and endless twists and turns.

But he would take a little time out every day to go to the small courtyard where Ling Jiantong and their mother and daughter were staying, and he didn't go in, but every time he passed by, he stopped and stayed for a while, looking at the candlelight still lit in the room in the courtyard, even if he was more irritable, he was at ease at the moment.

He didn't bother Ling Jiantong, he knew that Ling Jiantong must be hating him, if the previous hatred still gave Ling Jiantong the strength to hold a knife and want to kill him, then the current hatred, Ling Jiantong is much calmer, this kind of calm hatred is deep-rooted, and he may not forgive him until he dies.

Every time Situ Qianchen thought of this, he felt inexplicably suffocated, and even had a trace of regret.

Sure enough, as Ling Jiantong said, now he has nothing but the throne and the power in his hands.

He smiled bitterly, Mu Jinghong is indeed not suitable to be the emperor, because Mu Jinghong has too many emotional ties, and he has nothing, he is the real loner, and this throne is prepared for him.

Although he was imprisoned, Ling Jiantong's life was quite good, he didn't worry about food and clothing, and he could be by Ling Zhishuang's side every day, talk to her, and occasionally take a walk in the yard.

But Ling Zhishuang knew that Ling Jiantong was not happy, although she often had a smile on her face, but Ling Zhishuang probably knew that those smiles were pretended to be for her, and Ling Jiantong was not happy.

Sometimes, Ling Zhishuang pretended to be asleep, and saw Ling Jiantong sitting alone in the courtyard, quietly in a daze, occasionally looking up at the birds flying in from outside the courtyard, his expression was all wooden.

Ling Zhishuang knew that Ling Jiantong was thinking about Jing Hong.

She watched everything that happened in the hall that night, and although she couldn't make a sound, she could hear their conversation below.

Ling Zhishuang wondered more than once, if it weren't for him, would Ling Jiantong already live happily with Mu Jinghong, and no longer have to be manipulated by others.

On this day, Ling Zhishuang and Ling Jiantong finished breakfast, and Ling Jiantong got up to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, but Ling Zhishuang held his hand.

Ling Jiantong was stunned for a moment, and then showed a smile and said, "Mother, what's wrong?" ”

"Hitomi, let's go." Ling Zhishuang originally wanted to ask Ling Jiantong, but when the words came to his lips, they became such straightforward words.

Ling Jiantong was stunned for a moment, then sat down and held Ling Zhishuang's somewhat mutilated hand: "Mother, didn't I say it?" In the future, where my mother is, I will be there. ”

Ling Zhishuang shook his head: "Cut your pupils, you will take care of your mother, your mother has half a life left now, and it doesn't make much sense to live or not, but you are different, you still have the next twenty, thirty, or even forty years to live, you can't always stay with me in this place." ”

"Mother, don't say that, you also have thirty years, forty years to live, your daughter has not been filial piety by your side before, and the mother has become this point, and now my daughter doesn't want anything, so I want to accompany you for a lifetime."

Ling Zhishuang was very happy to hear such words, but ......

"What about Mu Jinghong? Don't you want him? Ling Zhishuang finally asked the doubts in his heart.

She clearly felt that Ling Jiantong's body trembled slightly after hearing Mu Jinghong's name, and the affection in the depths of her eyes was instantly covered by calmness: "It's our fate, and I'm no longer worthy of him." ”

"Cut pupils, no one is unworthy of anyone in emotional matters, only who is unwilling, not to mention that you are still happy with each other, why can't you be together, I think, you know, he is waiting for you, right?"

Ling Jiantong lowered her eyes, yes, she knew that the only thing she could trust in this world was him, his love, and his persistence.

Ling Jiantong didn't reply, and Ling Zhishuang sighed lightly: "It's my mother who is not good, it's my mother who is dragging you down." ”

Ling Jiantong frowned, a little displeased: "Mother, don't always say this, aren't we living a good life now, I can do without anything, I just can't do without my mother, in the future, if you say such things again, then I will be really angry." ”

Ling Zhishuang turned to smile and said, "Okay, I won't say it." ”

A few more months passed in a hurry, and in the blink of an eye it was already winter, and suddenly the first snow of the year fell at night.

Ling Jiantong went to fetch a charcoal fire and was about to enter the house, but his eyes couldn't help but be attracted by the snowflakes in the sky.

As soon as she reached out to take it, the snowflake fell on the palm of her hand and turned into a crystal droplet.

Last year's first snow in winter was watched by Mu Jinghong with her, but this year's ......

Think about it, Ling Jiantong has crossed over, it has been more than six years, six years, the life span of the ancients is short, and these six years are afraid that it is one-tenth of life.

She has also changed from an ignorant seventeen-year-old to a twenty-three-year-old now.

She won't see a good-looking man anymore, so she desperately tries her best to get closer, and she won't think about anything for a vigorous love, she has really grown up, or is old.

It's a little sad to think about it.

For half a year, she didn't have any news from Mu Jinghong.

For half a year, Situ Qianchen did not set foot in her small courtyard.

Perhaps, such an ending is the best for the three of them.

Ling Jiantong shrunk his neck, it was obviously not cold in this snow, but Ling Jiantong felt that there was a cold air wrapped around his body for some reason.

She thought that she should hurry into the house and warm her hands, but as soon as she lifted the curtain, she heard a small door in the courtyard knock.

Ling Jiantong put down the charcoal fire in his hand, thinking about whether the little eunuch who sent the charcoal fire came back, but when he turned his head, he met a deep eye.

At this moment, he is no longer the black clothes of the Zhenguo Mansion, nor the murderous general armor on the battlefield, now he has a yellow robe, only the majesty of the Son of Heaven.

He has lost a lot of weight compared to half a year ago, but the edges and corners obviously make him colder and more handsome.

How did he come?

Ling Jiantong subconsciously turned around and wanted to enter the house with the charcoal fire, but perhaps because she was too panicked, her fingers accidentally touched the charcoal fire that was still burning, and her fingers suddenly hurt as if they had been pricked by needles.

Her brow furrowed, and before she could check if her finger had been burned with a large blister, she was held in the palm of the hand by another person.

Ling Jiantong was stunned for a while, and regardless of the pain, he directly retracted from his hand, took two steps back, and opened a safe distance from him.

Situ Qianchen's hand froze in mid-air, and it was not when he withdrew it, nor did he stretch it out.

He stared at her, her expression was faint, and he couldn't see any change in expression, but in half a year, he couldn't see through her.

"Cut your eyes, your hands ......"

Ling Jiantong leaned back again, his back against the door, and his voice was cold: "It's snowing, the emperor should go back early to rest." ”

Situ Qianchen didn't leave, and Ling Jiantong didn't dare to move.

The two of them stood in silence in the snow for half a pillar of incense, and Situ Qianchen still spoke first: "Today in the court, the ministers mentioned that they wanted to take a concubine to enrich the harem, and they also wanted to elect a queen with both ability and integrity......"

Ling Jiantong was obviously not interested in listening: "This is your own business, the emperor, you don't have to tell the people's daughter." ”