The sky is overcast and hazy, the gray clouds are surging like waves, the dull sky is not a trace of other colors except for the dull gray, the goshawk hovers under the clouds with the coming heavy rain, the fierce hissing and the fast-paced flapping of wings are intertwined, and the lightning that splits the sky goes all the way, and the sky is scattered in the courtyard of the Shangsheng Prime Minister's Mansion covering an extremely wide area.

In the study, the young man listened to the roaring thunder, but his heart was full of inappropriate silence. As if this is a kind of loneliness, watching everything roll in the wind and rain, I feel relieved, oh, it turns out that I am not alone.

The candle flame fluttered in the translucent canopy, and in a few moments the wind tore through the thin window lattice, and the rapid whistling came in like the sea, and the little lone lamp next to the table, scattered and scattered, was swallowed up by the silent darkness in an instant, and even the movement of struggle was too late to make.

"Young Master, will they come tonight?" Someone asked in the dark.

The young man didn't answer, his tone couldn't hear the joy and anger, and he asked rhetorically, "Has the news been released?" ”

The guard in the dark replied, "Well, the subordinates have already been dispersed." ”

The boy chuckled, "Well, then they will definitely come." ”

"But young master, if the Song family army will come tonight, then the prince's party and the Jinwang lineage won't be sideways? Will they give up? ”

The young man's voice was a little cold, and he said lightly: "They are happy to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight." ”

After a while, the young man said, "Is everything in the east of the city properly arranged?" ”

Zong Qi stood behind the young man, his face was stern, his voice was cold, and he replied in a deep voice: "Back to the young master, everything has already been arranged. ”

The boy sat in his chair, the faint red mole between his eyebrows drowned out, and he let out a soft "um", then kept his lips silent and said nothing.

"Young Master......"

"You're trying to say, why gather forces to the east of the city, why do you want to make a desperate bet, right?"

The young guard nodded and replied, "The young master is right. ”

"You know what? Before doing anything, think about what might happen, and even if I don't get what I originally wanted, I won't go back in vain. I never do useless work, you know? ”

When Zongqi heard this, he seemed to have an understanding, but he still didn't understand it, and he had doubts in his head, but he didn't ask out loud.

He knew that if the young master wanted to say it, he would say it. If he doesn't want to say, it's useless to ask.

The young guard stood behind the young man, and could only bury the doubts in his heart deeper.

Young master, do you believe in her like that? Are you sure she'll be in your plan?

If she's not what you think, then won't everything be lost?

You know, the price of losing?

Aren't you afraid?

The guard's heart was overturned, and when he was thinking alone, he heard an indifferent voice in the darkness, with a hint of resoluteness, a hint of contempt, and the young guard seemed to be able to imagine the expression of the young man in front of him, and he must have raised his head slightly, and the light in his silent eyes was quiet.

He said: "Sozaki, we will not lose. ”

Outside the window, the wind and rain were blowing, and the wind blew the willow leaves densely, and the sound was continuous, like a waterfall from a high house.

Lian Zhou vaguely felt that something was about to happen.

After Meng Hui stayed in his room for three days, he never showed up again, and he didn't even come back to sleep at night.

At night, Lianzhou listened to the roaring thunder outside and the restless creak from the window, and couldn't help but feel a little cold. She stepped forward to extinguish the faltering candle flame, took out the thin quilt from the cupboard, and walked to the cot that had been patched together by the chair.

She lay on the small cot that was not soft, and her eyes were open, and she always felt that something was going to come as suddenly as this rain without warning, and she was caught off guard.

She remembered that a long time ago, there had been such a heavy rain, and the sky was as heavy as the sea, and the raindrops fell on her, but she did not feel any pain at all.

Because, she saw the man.

She had rarely seen that man since she could remember, and in her memory, he had always been very strict with herself, and he had a very military style. She has always had mixed feelings for him, on the one hand, she hopes that he will stop forcing herself to do things she does not want to do, she rejects and fears him; On the other hand, when she heard the respect and admiration of others, she was faintly proud of him, and felt in her heart that he was really a very good person.

But in the heart of a young child, the derived glory is easily replaced by a deep loneliness and loss, just because, unlike other people's fathers, he has always been by her and her mother's side, supporting a warm and beautiful world for them.

She always thought he didn't love her. So as the years went by, she also developed a sense of estrangement from him.

That day was stormy, and she received a call from Uncle Cao, and her heart suddenly felt like it was filled with lead, and she fell heavily.

In the hospital, the man lay on the bed, his fingers were blue, his dark blue uniform was stained with blood, and the black-red clot froze his body, and he lay there cold, unable to speak again.

How can you still speak? His mouth is gone, what else can he say?

His face was beaten to pieces by the gun, and only vague flesh and blood could be seen, and she could even see the white bones exposed in the middle of his face, stained with the ** liquid that popped out of his brain, which was so shocking.

Lightning flashed outside the window, and she suddenly came back to her senses from the terrible memories.

Every time it rains like this, she thinks more or less of the scenes in her memory.

She sighed and forced herself to close her eyes, but there was always some restlessness in her heart, as if she sensed that something was coming.

But now, she was in this constrained situation, and even if she might realize that danger was coming, what could she do?

The night was stormy, Meng Hui was dressed in the wind, and walked in from the outside, Lian Zhou was not sleeping well, of course he knew that there were people walking outside, but he didn't move. The boy saw the location of the boat by the flash of lightning, and reached over and pulled the girl up from the chair.

Lian Zhou tore his hand away and looked at the boy with a frown.

Meng Hui had always been calm, but now he suddenly showed a little urgency, and he said in a low voice: "Listen, wait a minute, if someone comes to take you out, don't resist, you must go with them, and you must let them go to the Huangzhan Gang on the suburban forest slope, do you hear?" ”

In the dark, Lianzhou's head was running secretly, but he didn't speak after contemplation.

"You don't say yes, do you? If you don't agree, I'll set fire to Chunsheng Pavilion," the young man's voice was calm, his eyes were clear, he grabbed Lianzhou's hand, and his tone was heavier, "I will do what I say." ”

A bolt of lightning burst through the sky, and the shining light was like a bloodthirsty blade, brutally disemboweling the weak night, and the bright and shining sparkle dazzled the lonely eyes.

Lian Zhou saw the face close at hand, cold and distorted by the lightning.

Lian Zhou saw his expression in the young man's eyes, not annoyed or angry, calm to the point of being a little cowardly.

Her fist clenched and then released, and after repeating it a few times, she finally sighed, "I see." ”

Meng Hui couldn't see her expression clearly, the girl's hands were cold, thin and small, nested in his palms, like a dead corpse without temperature. The lonely young man paused, but pursed his lips, didn't say a word, let go of her hand, pushed open the door and walked out.

The leaves outside the door were washed away by the sudden heavy rain, the leaves trembled in the rolling wind and rain, the lotus petals of Tongyi Pond flew around, the green stems were broken at the roots, and the lake surface swept by the wind surged like a tide, swallowing all the sorrows of the premature decay into the bottom of the drowsy lake, the roaring wind beat the remaining hope, and the scattered flowers followed the wind and water to bid farewell to the obscure and unknown world. Between the pitches, there is only a deep dark night, which blooms alone in the sweeping storm, standing proudly and never withering.

In the wind and rain, a group of black-clothed people shuttled through the groves outside Yudu City, approaching the high wall of the Prime Minister's Mansion from afar.