He slowly stood up holding the guard's hand and said calmly, "I don't believe it, she must be lying to me...... Ahem......"

He suddenly covered his mouth and coughed violently.

"Your Majesty!"

The subordinate looked at the bright red overflowing between his fingers, and was terrified: "You ......"

Hua Yong waved his hand, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the blood from his lips and hands.

He got on his horse and galloped towards the palace.

"What people!"

"Don't ride your horse at night, and don't get off your horse quickly!"

Someone shouted loudly, but Hua Yong turned a deaf ear.

It seems that a cavalry is chasing after them.

"Stop them." Hua Yong said.

At the moment, his heart was full of eyes, and he had only one thought: faster, faster.

Hurry up and get to the Suzaku Palace.

He wants to see his Zhaoyang.

She would surely sit in the main hall and look at herself with a cold and detached gaze.

What his ears heard, everything was fake!

……

Hua Yong was not stopped at the gate of the palace.

It was as if someone knew that he would come over.

But it's getting closer, it's getting closer.

Hua Yong began to be afraid.

The movement in the palace is fast.

It's only been a long time, and the white flags have already been hung.

Walk all the way, and don't see any bright colors.

Hua Yong began to cough again.

He thought, why is it so cold this year?

The cold, as if it had come from the soles of his feet, from the bottom of his heart, from the deepest part of his body, had taken root, as if it was going to freeze his flesh and blood.

A little further on, there is Suzaku Palace.

The people who were already kneeling on the ground outside the palace gate.

Hua Yong couldn't see what it was all about.

I only know that the world is white.

Everything is in vain.

There was a cry in the temple.

His eyes darkened for a while.

A dull pain on both sides of the temples.

The heart is even more open, as if it is about to crack.

But he endured it all.

Looking at the open, black hole-like gate of the Suzaku Palace.

Firmly, with a look of calm to death, he stepped in.

……

It's snowing.

Hua Yong stood in the courtyard of the Pujia Palace, quietly looking at the flowering tree.

He was wrapped in a thick cloak, a solid color of snow-white fox skin.

But his face was whiter than the fox's skin on his body, and whiter than the snow on the ground.

Snowflakes fell on his cheeks, and before anyone could react, they turned into a cloud of cold water and slid down his cheeks.

Like what?

Like tears.

Hua Yong remembered a few years ago.

Also on a snowy day.

He did something wrong and broke with her ever since.

A few years later, now, on such a snowy day.

He said goodbye to her.

Since then, I have never had the opportunity to admit my mistake or meet again.

"Your Majesty the Emperor of Great Xia, please also pay attention to your body." A clear voice came from behind him.

Hua Yong turned his head.

The Vermilion Bird Holy Monarch, dressed in plain clothes, walked slowly towards this side.

Hua Yong used to be disgusted with this man.

I still don't like it.

But now, he and he are just poor people in this world.

Hua Yong ignored him.

Liu Hanyuan didn't care.

He stood beside Hua Yong and said softly: "I understand your mood at this moment. ”

Hua Yong didn't want to hear him tell him about himself and Zhaoyang, and was about to leave when he heard Liu Hanyuan's next sentence:

"Many years ago, when my Gillian left, I was like Your Majesty, with only one body left alive."

Hua Yong suddenly turned his head and stared at him coldly: "What did you say?" ”

Liu Hanyuan looked at him with pity: "I said, you are very pitiful." Because what you have lost is not a beloved in your heart who has been empathized with and does not love you, but a beloved in your heart who has never forgotten you and has never turned his back on the feelings between you. ”