Listening to the sound of falling snow outside the window, Sizhen seemed to return to her childhood—on a snowy morning in the moon, her brother and cousin were waiting for her to get up in the outer hall, and she heard their chatter in the murmur of snow in her half-asleep.

She rolled over and quickly got up, and then ...... with her brother, cousin, and cousin Run out to build a snowman, and try to see who can memorize more ancient poems, and the poems drip down with the snow under the eaves, splashing the fragrance of ancient rhyme.

The aroma has a gentle and blissful taste.

That night, tossing and turning, Sizhen finally fell asleep.

She began to dream again, only this time, she didn't dream of the fire again, she dreamed of the situation when she fled with Mama Qin and her cousin Bai Yansong after her brother was captured.

The mountain road was rough, and the thick thorns and weeds pierced the long skirt, and the bones of her whole body felt as if they had been torn apart.

She didn't know exactly how long she had been jolting on horseback.

She used to love to ride horses, but now she felt that the bumps on the horse's back were unbearable, and something seemed to stir in her stomach, churning up and down.

Halfway through the flight, she suddenly heard the sound of arrows piercing through the air.

For a moment, it was as if the arrow was about to catch up and take her life.

She gasped for air, and the breath poured down her throat into her chest, causing her ribs to ache, and the instinctive reaction of practicing martial arts since childhood made her tilt her head.

The arrow feather missed.

Sizhen woke up.

She sat on the bed with Jinmian in her arms, gasping for breath, sitting silently with her knees folded, crying silently.

On the same night, Bai Yansong also dreamed about the situation of that day.

The mountain road was rugged, he wrapped his left hand around Sizhen, rode his horse with his right hand, and galloped all the way, completely ignoring that Sizhen's nails had been pinched into the flesh of his arm.

When he arrived at a long and narrow mountain road, he dismounted with Sizhen in his arms, gritted his teeth and whipped the horse's buttocks, and watched the war horse go away along the road, only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Sizhen's nurse, Mama Qin, had been riding a horse and following them, and when she saw this, she immediately dismounted, concocted it according to the law, and followed closely to explore.

It wasn't until he entered the hidden cave that he turned his head to look at Sizhen, a little strange why she didn't move, but saw that her eyes were dull and her eyes were bloodshot.

When Mama Qin put a coat on Sizhen's body, the girl's gaze gradually returned to her senses.

Her face was pale and gloomy, and she asked him as if she were crying blood, "Why did you stop me, why didn't you let me go back to save my brother......"

Before she finished speaking, her clear and transparent voice was stuck, and two strings of tears fell down one after another, and a small face that was once like a hibiscus was pale and dull, as if it had lost its vitality.

Mama Qin trembled and put her hands around her shoulders, she grabbed Mama Qin with her backhand, covered her mouth with one hand, and cried bitterly.

In the secluded cave, a mournful cry dragged out!

Why?

Why not save?

It's not because it can't be saved!

It's not because if you save them, even they will be folded in!

From the departure of the Dingnan palace on June 29 to a fire in the palace in Guilin on the fourth day of July.

From her ignorance and confusion when she bid farewell to King Dingnan and the princess, to tonight she saw the prince being captured by traitors.

In just five days, she was displaced and her family was ruined!

The prince, the princess, the prince...... Those who loved her and protected her were gone.

Only her, he's alive!

the dignified and gentle Princess Dingnan, the princess who will stroke her hair and say, "Our Azhen is the best"; The handsome and calm son of the world will give all the good things in the world to the son she found; There is also his father, the archer who can still hit a hundred times after drinking a jar of spirits, Bai Ling, who has a smile as good as a silver bell, and Mama Liu, who has a kind face full of folds......

And her father, her brave and warlike and majestic King Dingnan, when she asked her grandmother, father and herself to protect the son and her out of the house, she already knew that this parting would be forever separated from heaven and man!

He knew this, but he couldn't say anything but look at her steadily.

She probably understood, and cried out loud, "Mama...... Will I never see my father, my mother, or my brother again? ”

Mama Qin covered her mouth with one hand, and suddenly burst into tears, "Gege, Gege Day mourning...... |

He couldn't bear to look at it, he turned his gaze away, but saw that she was backhanding the dagger she was wearing on her waist and used to protect herself into the heart.

He stopped her and only said: "Gege, you have to live and avenge the prince and them......"

"Revenge—"

His words are like morning bells and dusk drums, deafening.

She listened to her ears, and as soon as her hand loosened, the dagger fell to the ground with a "clang".

Yes, even the Jin boss sent by King Dingnan to receive them has rebelled, and Li Dingguo of Nanming clearly wants to kill the Kong family......

Now that the prince has been captured, the Kong family only has her, only she is left, and she has to take revenge......

From then on, even if this became her only belief, he wanted her to live.

Although it is difficult, although she is at a loss, she must live and live with the expectations of so many people in the Kong family!

And he wants to protect her and help her survive!

Hearing his words, she gritted her teeth and didn't make a sound anymore, only tears fell down like beads with broken threads, she leaned on Mama Qin's arms half-sideways, bent over to cover her lower abdomen, and couldn't cry.

That night, she kept crying, Mama Qin was choked up when she hugged her, and he kept holding his long sword, guarding the entrance of the cave, vigilantly listening to the movement outside.

Silence is like pine, perseverance is like rock.

If you look closely, you can see that his hand holding the sword has been shaking slightly, and there are tears hidden in his eyes.

His father, Bai Yunlong, the chief of the guard, has been escorting Kong Yanxun, the son of the king of Dingnan, who was captured, and his father was obviously unlucky......

He also wanted to cry, scream, and howl, but among the three people, there were two women, and he was the only seven-foot man.

He, only, the man has tears and does not flick, silently bury everything in his heart, to bear it!

He looked back at her who had been mourning and crying in the cave, the little cousin with a beautiful face, a few days ago she was still pampered by golden branches and jade leaves, and the biggest melancholy was just the cocoon scar on her palms after practicing the sword, but now, she has become an orphan girl, facing life and death......

In his memory, in 1652, the sky of the ninth year of Shunzhi in the Qing Dynasty was as black as ink.

It was in this year that his little cousin, from a daughter of the Dingnan Palace, became an orphan daughter whose father was mourned, her mother died, and her brother was captured.

She was born in the snow and grew up to be such a beautiful girl, like a flower, she grew up in praise since she was a child, and he remembered clearly that there was a plum tree in Dingnan Palace, with heavy and pure white flowers like porcelain, which was the color of her skin, and after the flowers bloomed, the plum tree had oily green and blue leaves, as deep as her eyes......

She is like a plum tree, brave and strong, loyal and beautiful, slim and slim in his memory.

And he can no longer accompany her to practice swords, accompany her to read books, and listen to her laughter like silver bells as before.

With a pain in his heart, Bai Yansong woke up from his dream.

Thinking of the entrustment of the prince and his father, his heart was like a heavy stone that had been struck by him, and a resolute color gradually appeared on his face.