Xiao Qingjue walked and walked with scars, and walked towards the darkness, leaving the hustle and bustle behind without hesitation.

Her eyes widened and she looked ahead, a little confused in her heart, but the cold wind blowing on her cheeks brought a hint of sober pleasure.

Then Xiao Qingyu laughed again, laughing so hard that he coughed.

It's a long road, and she's going to clean up the blood on her body and hide herself.

She couldn't walk anymore, obviously her body was very light, but every step she took was dull and painful. I'm wearing a lot of them, but I still feel the cold wind and chills.

Her vision was getting blurrier and darker, but she saw a light in front of her, and there were people. So Wangmei quenched her thirst, and continued to walk forward as if she was tireless.

Then she really couldn't walk, and she lay in the cold wind of the winter night. I dreamed that I was standing at the door of a house and looked at the two red lanterns hanging in the house.

She raised her head suspiciously, is it a mirage? So he pinched his face again, and then woke up from his own pain.

No, it could have been woken up by a wound.

She blinked.

Does it hurt?

No, it doesn't hurt at all.

So Xiao Qingjue struggled, continued to get up, and walked forward.

A few steps further, she saw a small slope on the road, and she jumped down.

The ground was covered with blood, and she bared her teeth and cracked her mouth.

This time it really hurts, and even the heart and lungs are torn apart.

But her eyes were bright, and she saw a man in front of her.

No, there are horses, no one.

She slowly closed her eyes, and then opened them, and the horse was still standing majestically there.

She grinned, accidentally pulling the wound again.

She forgot that she had little strength left, and she ran forward quickly, and before she had taken two steps, she fell again.

Her equestrian skills are very good.

She smiled to herself inwardly.

So she got on her horse, and was unexpectedly thrown down.

Seeing that the horse's hooves were about to step into his chest.

She raised the cold dagger she had in her hand and slashed it down unceremoniously.

Blood splattered her face, and she smiled viciously.

The fierce horse was injured and made a loud neighing sound, but he still did not give up and splashed the horse's hooves and prepared to step on it again, Xiao Qingjue's eyes darkened, and he rolled his body in embarrassment, feeling that the bones were dismantled, and his hands were sprinkled with a handful of powder, the horse was frightened, and finally some frightened sprinkled the horse's hooves in the same place twice, scattered the hot blood, and let out a long roar, and shook its handsome hair, and looked at its noble hooves with a little lost soul, and moved a few steps.

Xiao Qingyu took out all the hidden daggers, stood up slowly, shook it twice, sneered, and walked towards the horse.

Then the horse stepped on the horse's hooves, sensitively felt the murderous aura, and walked away obediently as if begging for mercy.

The smile on the corner of Xiao Qingjue's mouth gradually became a little sarcastic, and he didn't even bother to care whether the neighing of the horse would attract enemies or friends.

She squeezed the last of her strength and lay on the ground in a large shape.

Take the sky as the seat.

The wind was strong, and the exhausted body stiffened along with the smile on the corner of the mouth.

It turns out that the world is big, and she is the only one left.

Xinghua was lonely, accompanying her, a stranger, and gradually despairing under the shadow of the moon.

In a warm room.

When the maidservant ran to say that the man who had picked it up had woken up, the last few pages of the book had been turned by the master.

So, the bewitching man in the seat paused his hand, and even breathed.

I don't know whether to believe or not, the coincidences in the world come from fate.

The master solemnly closed the book, and stepped out of the room that was specially prepared for the dangerous patient on his long legs.

When he opened the door, he saw that the patient on the bed was defenseless, trying to find a more comfortable place for himself, and the owner of the house suddenly smiled warmly in his heart.

He looked at the person who was lying quietly and was extremely docile, and when he saw her shrink her body again in panic, and suddenly pressed the folds between her brows very deeply, the pair of long cocoons were about to touch her forehead, but they trembled suddenly.

The high fever does not go away, and the delirium is not clear.

On the other end.

The man was immersed in his own world.

In the chaotic darkness, Xiao Qingyu curled herself up tighter, without a trace of light, she calmly looked at herself in the corner, and those emotions that were close to collapse were finally uncontrollable.

Those are filthy and unbearable, only their own naked eyes can see. Watch it slowly erode, slowly decay, slowly ferment, with the wind, diffuse every inch of skin, every bone, every inch of flesh and blood in the heart.

Outside the dream, there is a candlelight flickering, and the light will be full of dim and warm illumination.

She was in the crook of her arm, warm, safe.

The funnel of time is pounding drop by drop.

Tossing and turning in various dreams, those feelings hidden in the heart are all buried back.

Her dreams were intermittent and suddenly ended, and she heard the faint sound of the door opening, the footsteps walking back and forth.

She was awake, but her eyelids were still heavy and she wanted to sleep, but her mind was undoubtedly very awake, and she was dutifully aware of unknown dangers by instinct.

Her closed eyes seemed to feel the warmth of the candlelight, and she thought, perhaps, it was time for her to open them, and her eyelashes trembled.

"Xiao Qingjue."

Xiao Qingjue was stunned for a long time before he realized that the unfamiliar name called by the unfamiliar voice belonged to him.

Xiao Qingyu finally opened his eyes slowly, looking at the owner of the low voice with a blank face, about the various burdens behind this name, it has been thrown off for a long time, and it has still not been thrown away. The more you struggle, the more you sink, inch by inch, there is nothing you can do, and you can't extricate yourself.

"Are you calling me? Do you know me? Xiao Qingjue reacted a little violently, clutching his sleeve tightly, his eyes were pitiful and sad.

It's just that I don't know if that gaze is reserved for others or for myself.

He looked at her quietly for a while, and suddenly asked. "Do you recognize me?"

The person in front of him is the same as when he first met, and he is the same as heaven and earth.

Even those eyes have been carefully retouched.

He hoped she would be recognized at a glance, but he didn't have hope.

Xiao Qingjue's eyes lingered on him for a long time, sniffed seriously with his nose, giggled, and suddenly said something without a head. "Your Yin Tang is black......

He chuckled, noncommittal, but a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

Then, he gently pulled out the jade arm she had hidden under the quilt, spread out the slender boneless palm, and wrote his name on it one by one. The pair of slightly raised peach blossom eyes looked at her with a smile on their eyebrows, and said word by word, extremely seriously. "Do you remember?"

There was an itchy feeling in the palm of her hand, which made her inexplicably feel cherished. Then Xiao Qingjue carefully opened his eyes a little more, and looked at the person squatting at the head of the bed carefully.

Seeing Xiao Qingjue nodding blankly, he seemed to be satisfied, then hesitated, touched her head, and admonished. "When you wake up, drink the medicine, drink the medicine, remember to rest well."

A figure stood at the door, and Xiao Qingyu heard a whispered conversation coming from the door.

Then, Xiao Qingjue squinted his eyes and saw a pair of hands reaching out to push the door, a slit opened, and then it was quickly closed.

The man squatting at the head of the bed slowly stood up, Xiao Qingyu took a deep breath, looked down at him, slowly hooked the corners of his mouth, smiled, and shouted seriously. "Himekoto."

He answered, looked at Xiao Qingyu with relief, and turned to leave.

Xiao Qingyu looked at the bright liquid on the table, took a tentative sip under the eyes of the handmaiden's wolf, tiger and leopard, and then drank it all in one gulp under the encouragement of the handmaiden.

Xiao Qingjue touched himself who was wrapped into a zongzi and slowly closed his eyes.

The faint aroma lingering in the air, as well as the warm temperature, made her feel extremely comfortable, and in a trance, she entered the dream again.

In the dream, there was the little man standing again.

The villain condescendingly looked down at the veins of memories that had been stirred up.

"The eldest son of the emperor didn't pretend to be sick, he was just poisoned and bedridden."

"But there has to be someone who wants to go out, my hands and feet are not as fast as Brother Qi, and I became seriously ill at the right time, and one after another people fell, and I would be embarrassed to say that I was seriously ill."

Let's make another excuse.

Besides, he ran out to pick plum blossoms the day before, and even Dr. Su became a personal doctor given by the emperor, and he would be embarrassed to have a big and small illness every day.

This is to break the name of Dr. Su.

"And the mother concubine also said that it is rude to always brush off other people's kindness, we have to give people a chance to perform, so that people think we are good bullies."

So I had to send myself to death.

"There is also the sixth sister, she always gives me a feeling of sadness for the rabbit and the fox, if I can't survive the long night, I will never wait for the dawn again."

I heard that people have instincts, instinctively seek to survive, and instinctively seek death.

When negative emotions accumulate to a certain extent, they will punish themselves, and when the punishment reaches a certain point, they will give up on themselves until they go to self-discipline.

So will I too?

"Who knows, others are calculating me, and we are calculating others at the same time."

"When the ice has melted, the emperor is ready to drive the expedition in person, and the Northern Expedition should start again. You see, this is half of the world ruled by the Liang Dynasty, but the great ruler has repeatedly launched wars with foreign countries to ease the class contradictions at home. ”

Otherwise, take action to pull out the cancer in the middle of the court?

No, this is the DPRK.

This is a kind of custom, a kind of convention.

Punishment is nothing more than scraping a layer of skin on one's body, then putting some fresh herbs on it, and then starting to endure the pain and use the knife.

"The Northern Expedition is dangerous, who knows if my father can come back. What if he doesn't come back? So, who will be this emperor? ”

Anyone can do it.

"The prince hasn't been decided yet, but what if it's decided, in the face of the weak and the strong, who can escape the fate of being eaten."

You're always too weak, you see, before you start fighting, you're a piece of meat on the chopping board.

"No, what if the throne is taken over? The politics of the Southern Dynasties, since the Southern Qi Dynasty, have been corrupted and deteriorated. Those who are outcasts of all ethnic groups in the Yellow River Valley, who will give them fantasies? ”

But even if it's fake, this illusion of singing and dancing has to do everything in its power to continue to move forward.

"Who can sympathize with the cry of mourning and the souls of the dead scattered in the ridges? Who will support the tragic people's uprising paved with blood? ”

Perhaps, when the world is unified, everything will be fine......

Suddenly, the Luoyang, the poem of the father pressing on the shore of a few inkstones, appeared vividly.

The water in the river flows eastward......

The water in the river flows eastward. Luoyang's daughter's name is Mo Chou.

Mo Chou thirteen can weave Qi. Fourteen Caisang Nanmo head.

Fifteen married as the wife of the Lu family. Sixteen children are born with the word Ahou.

Lu Jialan's room is the beam. There are tulips in Suhexiang.

Twelve rows of golden hairpins on the head. Five articles under the foot.

The coral hanging mirror is rotten and shining. Flat-headed slave boot box.

What is the hope of wealth in life. I hate to marry the king of the owner early.