Beside her, there was a mournful cry of a horse, and she turned back to see the poor creature with its neck held high, its long mane blown by the wind, and it could not bear the cold, and desperately hoped to find a warm place as soon as possible.

She smiled wryly, Fang felt how humble and tenacious the vitality of human beings was...... How lucky are people who can die in their dreams? However, God obviously does not take care of so many people, He will only choose the luckiest group of people, and as for the majority of people, they do not have this blessing and do not deserve to die in such luck, they must live and endure enough of the painful emotions of poverty, sickness, separation, suffering, etc., before they can close their eyes miserably......

However, at this moment, she once again prayed to God: one last time, forgive me and help me.

The Lord is the ultimate judgment of all.

She leaned back on her horse and stood up, tugging at the reins, and flipped over again. On the opposite tree, the little squirrel poked out its little head, waved its paws forward, and threw out a black pine nut, making a creaking sound in its mouth, crisp and exquisite, like the innocent laughter of a child......

Feng Miaolian also laughed, tightened her clothes, and continued to walk forward.

There were no rescuers, no warriors, no miracles...... At this moment, she has strengthened her belief in living - everyone wants me to die, but I don't want to die.

No, no, no, there is at least one other person waiting for me in this world; In this world, there is at least one person who is sincere, and Ye Jia, and Ye Jia is waiting for me stupidly.

She grabbed the reins and looked into the distance, and found that her vision gradually widened, and it turned out that the wind and snow had stopped at some point, and she could faintly see the general outline of the mountain below, the small cabin hidden in the woods.

Yega, Yega, I'm coming.

She tightened the reins, and the horse immediately picked up speed and began to run.

The cabin is already more than ten meters away.

The thick roof was covered with snow, the cornices on the left and right sloped at a very random angle, and the thatch on one side was crooked and crumbling, as if it would fall when the wind blew.

She stopped, suddenly lost her courage, and her heart went up and down. This place is so quiet, everything in heaven and earth, a void. The voice of any creature was lost, and even the fiery scratches and pain on her face were frozen by the wind and snow, becoming a dry coldness.

What about Yega? Where is Yega?

She didn't dare to gallop, dismounted, stepped into the snow more than half a foot deep, walked a few steps, and stopped, by this time, the sky was completely dark. She lost the courage to go up and stopped where she was, as if one more step would bring her hopes closer to being shattered.

It's like a guy who is going to visit a friend he hasn't seen for a long time, and he is about to make a little joke with his friend, and he sneaks closer, and then startles his friend. However, when you tiptoe closer, you find that your friend has been dead for a long time, and the body has all been stiffened.

Feng Miaolian was in such a mood at this time, standing at the door, raising her hand, she didn't dare to push it lightly - the surroundings were so dim, dead and silent, and deserted, where was there a trace of a sign of a living person?

Finally, she raised her hand.

The door was open in a flash.

"Ye Jia!"

Her blood seemed to freeze on her body, her legs suddenly lost their strength to support, and the last bit of strength was exhausted, and she pulled down vigorously.

There is no Yega.

The dark room swayed like countless ghost shadows, but there was no Yega. There is no life, only the boundless cold. She had stood for a long time, her eyes had adapted to the dimness, and she could see the small bed in the room, on which Ye Jia was lying in the first place. Only now, it was empty, only the rough quilt was rolling, and the pillows were empty.

What about Yega? Where is Yega????

Her eyes were dry, but she couldn't shed tears, she just slowly resigned—I had gone through a lot of hardships, he and I had exhausted the mountains and rivers, we had come so far, but, in the end, it was still not a good end.

Ye Ga, Ye Ga!

Finally, I was the only one left.

She lay on the cold ground, not feeling too sad, even the fear was slowly dissipating. Suddenly I thought, that's it, that's it, I just lay in this room, rotting into a pile of white bones that no one knows, and when spring comes, it thaws, perhaps, people passing by will accidentally see such a pile of dry bones, but they will never know that this is the remains of Empress Feng, who was once favored.

Her head was buried in her knee for a long time.

In the darkness, a low moan suddenly sounded.

She looked up blankly and looked around. The voice does not come from heaven or earth, nor from the human heart—as if in an unpredictable future world.

Who is it? Who's here?

The killer of Peng Cheng and others? A killer sent by the emperor? Or is it someone else? She still didn't feel frightened, just looked around in confusion.

The moan rang out again. She was shocked and stood up, this time, she heard it more clearly, that kind of hoarseness was really unbearable to hear: Miao Lian...... Miao Lian ......

Just those two words, but they were not coherent, but separated, and it took a lot of effort to pronounce them one by one.

Feng Miaolian jumped up suddenly, as if the blood on her body was suddenly heated and boiling, and the most faint trace of vitality in her heart was instantly infinitely stimulated, and her voice trembled: "Ye Jia...... Ye Jia...... Is that you? Yega, it's you...... Have you been waiting for me......"

Her hand finally touched the dark shadow in the corner...... It's Ye Jia, it's Ye Jia. She only saw a blur at first, thinking it was something in the corner, but she didn't know that it was a person!!!

Because he was so thin, even Feng Miaolian could help him up effortlessly.

In the past, the man who was handsome and handsome in the wind is now shaped like a skeleton. Too long of waiting, too long of torture, too long of sickness and despair, almost destroyed his whole being.

Even this breath in his mouth, Feng Miaolian didn't know whether it was his hallucination or extravagant hope.

The fire was lit.

When Feng Miaolian raised her head, her face was full of ashes. The person opposite was lying on the bed, and her faint eyes followed her body, as if she hoped to see this person clearly at the last moment.

She stared at him too.

I couldn't help but smile on my face, and I didn't know why I was smiling so happily, as if the remaining vitality in my chest was infinitely expanded, and the whole person became energetic, and all the fear, fear, and residual thoughts were gone.

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