Yecheng, Imperial Palace, Stop Door

I only heard a few thunderclaps in the sky, and the rain poured down, wetting her hair, her clothes, and her open wounds. The rain and blood flowed quietly down her sleeves, dyeing red and white little by little.

The wind was desolate, and the rain was mournful, penetrating her blood from her wounds, and cold to the depths of her heart.

Song Ling knelt in the rain, and the royal form was spread out in front of her, letting the rain wash away, as if every loyal word was going to be washed away by the rain, and she couldn't wait for a summons from the emperor.

She couldn't help but raise her head, wiped the rain on her face, and looked at the majestic palace in the heavy rain, so magnificent, and then looked at herself like duckweed like an ant, looking up to it, why hope that the noble king heard the people's feelings?

However, she has no other way, except to be gracious and discerning in this gambling saint, she really has no other way to go!

She didn't believe that the officials of the court would do their best to save one of their defeated Song Mansions, even if there were one or two loyal people who were willing to intercede for the eldest brother, but the eldest brother was waiting in prison, could he hold on?

She was so afraid, so afraid that Song Xu had already been punished in prison, she didn't dare to imagine the cruelty of those torture instruments. She couldn't wait, every moment she waited, she couldn't help but think of the scene of her eldest brother's suffering in prison, the feeling was more painful than the silver needle piercing her heart, and this torment had already overshadowed the pain of her wound.

Although the road ahead is hopeless, faith has always supported her, and she must not fall! The safety of her brother and the hope of the Song Mansion are all tied to her alone, and she must hold on!

She looked at the gloomy sky, and wished that the sky would have eyes and see His Majesty.

It's just that before her wish was acquiesced, the torrential rain poured into her eyes, blurring her vision at once.

Perhaps, there is a providence, and people are helpless.

At this time, a cold and arrogant figure came far away in the rain, the dark purple embroidered python robe moved faintly, and every step of the purple gold boots revealed the nobility of the natural king, she seemed to have a momentary hallucination, when it was really His Majesty's personal visit, did she have to see the face of the sky?

She quickly rubbed her eyes, and she didn't see the young man's face clearly in the blur, but she only felt that there was a dazzling light, dazzling the world.

Murong Chong was about to leave the palace, and saw a young girl kneeling in front of the car door from a distance, her figure seemed to be a little familiar, but when she thought about it, she didn't remember where she had seen it. The heavy rain hit her crumbling and weak body, and the white clothes fluttering in the wind were already bloody on her left sleeve, and the whole person looked so weak that it seemed that a gust of wind and a gust of rain could knock her down.

"What's going on there?" He paused slowly and asked Yuan Xiang beside him.

"My subordinates are going to take a look."

Yuan Xiang handed the Luo umbrella he was holding high in his hand to another attendant, and the attendant hurriedly took it, for fear that the King of Zhongshan would get a little rain.

Yuan Xiang wanted to leave, but was stopped by Murong Chong, "Wait, bring the umbrella with you." ”

Yuan Xiang was stunned for a moment, and said with some trepidation, "Your Highness, Yuan Xiang doesn't dare." ”

In the Yan Kingdom, the Yellow Turban Luo umbrella was only used by emperors and royal nobles, and was a symbol of status like court clothes.

Murong Chong's gaze was still on the girl who was shivering in the rain, his brows tightened slightly, and he said, "If it is the king's permission, go and see that girl." ”

Looking at the girl who was already weak in the rain, Yuan Xiang thought to herself, if she continues to drench like this, this girl will have to be seriously ill, and she doesn't want her arms anymore! The prince is kind-hearted and informal, he thinks about it, takes the Luo umbrella, and walks forward.

The cold wind and rain whistled into her thin body, and she gradually felt chills all over her body, and her hands and feet became cold. She didn't dare to look at her left shoulder, she didn't know how serious it was, but she felt the pain tearing her heart and lungs, and it broke her will little by little.

She still insisted, just waiting for the person holding the umbrella to come, hoping that the Holy One would come in person.

Seeing that the person who came was wearing a guard uniform, she knew that it was not a saint, but she still asked with a little excitement, "Is Your Majesty willing to see me?" ”

Yuan Xiang was stunned for a moment, and didn't know how to answer for a while, so he had to prop the umbrella on Song Ling's head first, especially towards her bleeding left shoulder.

"I'm the light wing guard of the King of Zhongshan, not that Your Majesty wants to see you."

Hearing this, Song Ling couldn't help but be a little disappointed, and she began to recall the title of King of Zhongshan in her mind.

King of Zhongshan? When today's younger brother, the great Sima Murong Chong.

His prestige, she heard her brother Song Xu mention it, and he took over the position of Murong Ke, the king of Dazai Taiyuan, at the age of ten, which can be called a great anecdote.

King Zhongshan is the son of the Queen Mother, the younger brother of the Emperor, and the Great Sima, so he should have some power in his hands, at least he still has some right to speak in the emperor.

"Can you let His Royal Highness the King of Zhongshan move, the little woman has something to repay."

If she can't see the emperor, she can let King Zhongshan say a word for her in front of the palace, and it will not be in vain to kneel for this hour.

"I will go to report to His Highness, as for whether His Highness comes or not, it depends on His Highness's intentions." Yuan Xiang also agreed to half of her request.

"Thank you, Guard."

Yuan Xiang came back and reported truthfully, Murong Chong nodded slightly, and walked in the direction of the girl in the rain.

She knelt on the spot, vaguely seeing the purple and gold boots coming in the rain, and her handsome face like a spring breeze and a bright moon became clearer and clearer.

He approached her, his sideburns were slightly wet, Xiao Xiao Susu moved with the wind, only to feel that the clouds were moving, the mist was moving, and the wind was moving, and he was invincible to the son's eyebrows. His complexion is fair, as bright as fat jade, and he is not as beautiful as him in the world.

She rubbed her eyes again, she was dazzled when the rain was too heavy, and she felt that the young man's face was peerless, and he was overwhelmed by the country and the city.

With such a peerless face, she can only think of one person, the young man who watched the rising sun with her under the Fengyang Gate.

It turns out that he is the king of Zhongshan, so can you listen to her for the sake of meeting a few times.

When he raised his eyebrows again, he happened to meet his gaze, the young man's clear eyes were like spring water, faint and far-reaching, and at a glance, he was shocked.

He looked at her condescendingly, with a hint of chill in his starry eyes, only to feel that there was frost and snow in the sky, and there was a difference between dignity and inferiority.

Now he is not in Fengyangmen, and he is not a teenager in ordinary clothes, his status is respectful, and he opened up the distance between them at once.

The chill in his eyes woke her up, she quickly bowed her head and saluted, and said respectfully, "See His Royal Highness the King of Zhongshan, I am the sister of Lieutenant Song Xu, my brother ......."

"Needless to say! This king is here, I just want to tell you, in front of the palace, don't stop driving, you go. Before Song Ling finished speaking, he was coldly interrupted by Murong Chong.

The chill in her eyes deepened, and her hope was chilled to the bottom of her heart. The heavens are noble, and they are high, how can they speak in opposition to the common people.

is a good king of Zhongshan, a good big Sima, but he is no different from a nobleman.

"Now that the King of Zhongshan is here, why don't you listen to me, I won't delay you for too long." She can't give up easily, her brother is in danger, and she is all on her own.

"Don't you understand what this king says? If you don't leave, don't blame this king for letting people drive you away! He looked at her coldly, and every word he threw was as hard as a thousand-year-old block of ice.

She originally thought that he was different from other royal nobles, but it turned out that she was thinking too much. She was so naïve that she wanted to tell him about her grievances, so she might as well throw it into the Zhanghe River and be happy.

"I'm not leaving! I'm waiting for Your Majesty! If I don't report my grievances to Your Majesty, I will never leave! If the King of Zhongshan thinks that I am an eyesore and obstructs your control, why don't you tell Your Majesty about me, as long as Your Majesty is willing to see me, I will definitely leave! ”

Murong Chong, you don't want to lean down to listen to me, and don't want to shake me in the slightest. The girl was obviously trembling with her neck shrunk in the cold wind, but that stubbornness still made her kneel firmly in place, regardless of the wind and rain.

He glanced at her coldly, three points colder than the wind in the rain, and only heard him say three words majestically, "Drive her away." ”

He said these three words easily, but it was a strict order, and several guards immediately came to stop her.

She stubbornly knelt on the ground, her hands lying forward, and only caught a few puddles of rain. In her arms, she still clung to her brother's hope.

However, she was outstretched, and several guards quickly restrained her. Song Ling was not convinced and wanted to resist, but the pain in her left shoulder was unbearable, so she had no choice but to collapse on the ground, but she was still slowly dragged away by the guards.

She wanted to do it again, but the guards flashed their swords in unison, blocking her path.

Looking at Murong Chong again, the majesty in his eyes was still there, revealing the arrogance and ruthlessness of a king.

His indifference was reflected in her eyes, Murong Chong, this name, she remembered!

The rain was pouring down, separated between the two, he looked at her, she resented, he was cold.