According to the diagnosis of the imperial doctor, the prince was suffering from a night tour, and he only needed to prescribe some decoction to calm the nerves.

But in the days that followed, the boy was in a trance during the day, and every night, he broke out and hurt people.

The important ministers of the court jointly played a concert, demanding the abolition of the current prince and the establishment of a nephew as the prince.

In Dali, the ministers headed by Prime Minister Gao controlled the government, the royal family declined, and the old monarch was forced to abolish the prince and re-establish the prince.

Shen Yanchu finally moved out of the prince's dormitory.

Most of the palace people serving around him were missing, and he had night wandering attacks from time to time, so the palace people tried their best to transfer to other places, until in the end, there were only two miscellaneous servants and two guards left in the courtyard.

The abolished prince is a fool, and the subordinates naturally will not serve them wholeheartedly.

At night, the doors and windows were closed tightly, and there was not even a night watchman outside the house.

The boy was afraid of the dark, so he lay tremblingly on the couch, holding a dagger in his hand, and a candle burned in the room until dawn.

In the following six months, he remembered many things one after another.

The birthday banquet, the lotus pond, the queen mother, Bai Aya, and the villain who did evil.

The symptoms of the night tour finally disappeared, but the nightmares tormented him all the time.

The pride of the sky in the past, the brilliance of the past, can not be found in him.

He was as silent as a pool of stagnant water, a dry well.

Until the news came from the DPRK - to send the abolished prince to Bianjing as a hostage.

The boy's dark eyes suddenly shined.

He's out of the palace!

The boy continued to play stupid.

He secretly contacted the matrilineal Cangying Sect until he was nine years old.

Dali escorted protons along the way, and a group of people crossed the Dadu River, entered the Central Plains, after several months, in the evening of heavy snowfall, came to the foot of Yongshan Mountain.

Suddenly, the accompanying escort team was attacked, and the Cangying Sect disciples blocked the carriage and rescued Shen Yanchu from the white barbarian soldiers.

He and the receiving men retreated northward, but halfway through, they encountered a group of private soldiers who came to intercept and kill - Chu Kun sent an army, which was bound to capture the proton.

Shen Yanchu and his party fled north, and at that time, there were seventy-two masters around him.

He watched as those people fell one after another, fighting to the death for a child who had never been masked, and he fled in panic by the corpses of his companions.

It's the same as that night two years ago!

The snow covered the mountains, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of cold, the boy walked away in embarrassment, and only the last subordinate was left by his side.

"Lord—" The man called Shen Yanchu.

The boy looked up, his face as white as snow.

"Lord, my subordinates can only send you here, and you can take all this food." The man took his bag, stuffed it into his hand, and said, "Your Excellency follow the path all the way north, to the town, and then to find the dock, and when you cross the river, someone will come to meet you." ”

"And this ink jade, don't lose it, this is a token of the leader of the Cangying Sect, representing the identity of the lord." The man put Moyu into his arms.

"What about you?" The boy asked in a hoarse voice.

The man stood up suddenly, drew a long sword carved with a pattern of eyes, and said without looking back, "Go down and stop those people." ”

The boy clenched his palms, and at this moment he suddenly regretted it.

He shouldn't have let these people die in vain, it was him, he caused it!

When he saw that the boy would not leave, the man put his sword on his neck, and forced him to die, and shouted, "Go—go quickly—"

The boy's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth, stumbling to the ground, toward the north foot of the mountain.

I don't know how far he ran, he seems to hear the sound of fighting, angry shouts, swords, until the end, there is no life......

There is no life......

He paused suddenly.

Looking back at the back, at the end of the field of vision, the blue-gray cedars stood still, lifeless, and silent.

He pursed his lips, his little pale face covered with helplessness.

He lowered his body like a detachment, squatted in the snow, and silently lowered his eyes, and a few more salty and wet crystals appeared in the snow.

With trembling hands, the boy pulled out a delicate knife from his sleeve, but aimed it at himself!

"Shen Yanchu-" Liu Ruyan was stunned, from beginning to end, she was in his dream, seeing that he was already loveless at a young age.

Single-mindedly seeking death.

"Shen Yanchu—" she shouted, her voice trembling with a tremor that she couldn't even detect.

She ran up to the boy and stretched out her hand to protect his chest.

The moment the blade stabbed him in the chest, the boy suddenly raised his eyes.

He faintly heard a voice.

Shen Yanchu's Gu Jing Wubo's eyes slowly turned, he stared at a tree, and a swift flew from the tree, with a snow-white belly and black back feathers, and was tilting his head to look at him at this time.

"Chirp-" The clear chirping of the swallow is the only life in the mountain.

"It's winter, why are you still in the mountains?"

"Aren't you afraid of the cold?"

"Or did they all leave you behind?"

The boy's immature voice asked cautiously.

The swallow blinked its bright black pupils, tilted its head to look at him a few times, and finally vibrated its wings and flew towards the blue sky.

It glides all the way, spreads its wings towards the southern country, and disappears into the vast sky.

The boy sat on the ground in a state of distraction, his stiff fingers curled up, and the sky was reflected in his eyes, "Even you know that you are going to fly to the south, what about me, where should I go?" ”

All he answered was the howling of the wind.

After a while, the boy's empty eyes gradually brightened, he wiped away his tears, and said angrily: "The queen mother can't die in vain, and the disciples of the Cangying Sect can't die without turning a blind eye!" ”

There was only one belief left in his heart - revenge.

Shen Yanchu picked up the dagger, he cut off the branches and branches, and helped him walk in the snow;

He slaughtered the wild beasts of the forest to feed his hunger;

He peels off his thick fur to keep him warm.

He wants to live until the day when he slashes his enemies!

He wants to be strong, so strong that no one dares to bully half a point!

A few steps away from him, Liu Ruyan silently looked at this pretending to be a strong boy.

At the age of nine, he should have been under the knee of Chenghuan, but he killed his prey in the snow, disemboweled, and clumsily set up a bonfire.

She watched him wrap his fur around his legs, and watched him walk with the help of branches.

remembered that when he was in Taiping Village, he also skillfully crossed the mountains and mountains like this.

At that time, she was still wondering, how could she do these jobs if she respected the lord and was pampered?

Liu Ruyan looked back, in the snow, Shen Yanchu's tall figure overlapped with the boy's thin body, and her heart seemed to be tightly choked.

Grief for him......

Sigh for him......

The boy trudged alone in the snow and ice, and after more than ten days, he finally walked out of the snow-capped mountains and came to the town at the foot of the mountain.

The town was full of people.

"Sell steamed buns, freshly baked buns!"

"Mutton steamed buns, freshly slaughtered fat sheep!"

"Gulouzi Gulouzi, crispy and refreshing, a century-old brand, not delicious and no money!"

"Money ......" The boy touched his arms, he had no money.