"Fu Chuan? What runes? Chun Yu asked in surprise with wide eyes.

"You don't know why the people from Huo Mansion keep staring at you?" Fan Mingyou looked stunned and asked rhetorically.

"I thought I had killed the Huo Fu messenger."

Fan Mingyou couldn't cry or laugh, thinking that the matter had come to this, and there was nothing to hide, so he would tell the origin of the biography.

Chun Yuji suddenly realized, but he also sadly found that this confirmed that his aunt did participate in the murder of Queen Xu back then, "This is the evidence of Huo's crime, and it is not the evidence of my aunt's crime." ”

He stared at Fan Mingyou, and suddenly his heart froze, and he secretly thought to himself, Huo Fu had been planning to recapture the rune before, and Fan Mingyou should have come here to seize the rune. Thinking of this, he suddenly became nervous, and his right hand involuntarily rested on the hilt of the sword.

Fan Mingyou saw Chun Yuji's thoughts, and smiled indifferently: "Whether you can get the talisman or not, it doesn't matter now." ”

Chun Yu thought about it for a few moments, it is true, whether there is a legend or not, it can't change the fact that Huo Xian instructed his aunt to poison Queen Xu. "Then why did you ——, come?" He asked hesitantly.

"I just want to know a result." Fan Minh Woo said briskly.

He showed a regretful expression again and said, "That painting is still in my hand, but I have never been able to solve the mystery in it." ”

Chun Yuji's expression was gloomy, and he was silent for a long time before he whispered: "Now this mystery has been solved." If the talisman is among them, take it if you want to. My aunt's sins should be borne by me. ”

Fan Mingyou stared at him in surprise, then shook his head, and said in a heavy tone: "If you destroy this talisman, you can erase what happened before?" Joke. The so-called sins of heaven can still be violated, and they cannot live if they do their own evils. ”

Both of them fell silent, and after a long time, Fan Mingyou said, "You and Qihua go together." ”

"Good. Then what will you do when you go back" Chun Yuji seemed to be waiting for this sentence, paused slightly, and asked worriedly.

Fan Mingyou had mixed feelings at this time, and the scenes of the eventful years of the past appeared in front of him, as if they were yesterday. At that time, he was young and promising, invincible in the conquest outside the Saiwai, the official worshiped General Duliao, how heroic, and he was the son-in-law of the great general Huo Guang, what a beauty, but now he has fallen to such a state.

His mind was in chaos, and he felt as if he was suspended in the abyss, surrounded by darkness and scarcity, and bursts of yin wind raged, tearing him apart and tossing him endlessly.

He gritted his teeth and shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel the nightmare, then opened his eyes and looked around blankly. After a while, his gaze fell on the cloth bag that Chun Yu was carrying diagonally, hesitated for a moment, and said softly: "You ——, have aconite." ”

Hearing this, Qi Hua turned around abruptly, his face stunned.

Chun Yuji was also taken aback, his eyes looked directly at Fan Mingyou, and he was silent for a long time before he whispered: "Yes." ”

"Give it to me." Pham Minh Woo stretched out his hand, a childlike smile on his face.

"Uncle Fan." Qihua shouted in a low voice with a crying voice.

"You ——, take good care of her." Fan Mingyou took the cloth bag and turned his eyes to Qihua, who was in tears, his eyes full of love. After a while, he smiled with relief, picked up the cloth bag, and didn't go down the mountain without looking back.

Chun Yuji and his Hua watched Fan Mingyou's back drift away and disappeared into the mountains and forests. Qihua was sad in his heart, Fan Mingyou existed like a father, and if he said goodbye today, he might never see him again. She leaned against the trunk of a tree, hid her face with her hands, and couldn't help but sob.

Chun Yu wanted to comfort her, but he didn't know how to say it, looking at her emaciated shoulders and trembling, his heart ached like a pinprick. He bit his lip, walked over, stretched out his arms and wanted to hug her, but he was timid, so he lowered his head and said softly: "Aconite is not poison, but your Uncle Fan has made up his mind." ”

A gust of mountain wind blew, Qihua couldn't help but shiver, his hands were clasped in front of his chest, his face was slightly raised, and two lines of tears flowed silently across his cheeks.

Chun Yu took off his coat and gently draped it on his body. He suddenly felt a chill on his face, and reached out to touch it, which was as cold as melting snow.

"It's snowing?" He looked up at the sky in amazement. I don't know when the clouds are everywhere, covering the moonlight, and some snowflakes are fluttering in the air, dancing like flying flotsam. He stayed for a while, then looked down at the clay pot that had been dug up before, thought about it, and felt that there was no way to move the clay pot down the mountain at the moment, so he lifted the iron and walked to the earthen pit, and was busy for a while, leveling the soil pit, raising his foot and stepping on it vigorously, before turning around to greet Qihua, and suddenly found that there was no one there.

He looked around in confusion, and noticed that there seemed to be a figure in the bushes in front of him, but it was not real.

Thinking that he had seen the flowers, he rubbed his eyes and looked at them again. At this time, the dark clouds had dispersed a lot, and a few rays of pale moonlight appeared, and he saw that there was no one in front of him, but his coat hanging from the branches.

He stepped forward quickly, took off his coat and held it in his hand, looked into the distance with a blank expression, for a long time, slowly squatted down, buried his face in his clothes, and whimpered: "Qihua." Then he raised his face unwillingly, his eyes were hazy with tears, and he looked into the distance.

The east is dawning, the mountains are like unfolding picture scrolls, little by little clear, a few clusters of snow, set off the surroundings into a lonely place.

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Huofu, the night fog is shrouded. Huo Yu, Huo Shan, Huo Yun, Deng Guanghan, Ren Sheng, Zhao Ping, as well as Zhang Shuo, Wang Han and other cadres gathered in the front hall, dejected and silent.

The flame of a brass lamp flickered a few times, and then it was extinguished, and the room suddenly became much darker. Huo Yu looked up, it was a beautifully shaped Vermilion Bird bronze lamp, but he saw a Vermilion Bird with its head and tail up, its mouth holding a lamp plate, and its feet stepping on a dragon, its wings raised, and it was about to fly.

"Foot on the dragon." He couldn't help but sigh to himself, how full of ambition the Huo family was back then, but now they are in a precarious situation. He still resents his mother Huo Xian in his heart, if it weren't for his mother's poisoning of Queen Xu back then, which angered Liu Xun, with the credit of his uncle Huo Quai's illness and his father Huo Guang, the Huo family would have enjoyed endless glory and wealth.

After a while, a maid crept in with a jar of lamp oil, poured some lamp oil into the lamp tray, and lit the lamp.

Huo Yun watched the maid out, turned his head to look around, and suddenly asked, "Where has Feng Zi gone?" ”

On the couch in an inner room in the backyard of Huo's mansion, Huo Xian snuggled up to Feng Zidu and gently stroked his chest: "Do you know what Princess Guantao's last wish is?" Feng Zidu shook his head.

Huo Xian's eyes were hazy with tears and he muttered, "She told Emperor Xiaowu that she would be buried with Dong Yan after her death." ”

Feng Zidu heard the sadness from it, hugged her gently, his white cheeks rubbed against her ear temples gently, his eyes were closed tightly and he couldn't hold back his voice, but tears couldn't stop pouring out like a spring.

Huo Xian was warmed by him for a long time, and then he leaned back a little, stretched out a round finger, and gently wiped it next to the corner of his eye.

Feng Zidu opened his eyes and stared at her, suddenly smiled sadly, turned around with one hand and pressed her on the couch, and fumbled with the other hand to untie her clothes.

Huo Xian snorted, twisted his waist, raised his upper body slightly, held his cheek with both hands, pursed his lips and kissed him vigorously.

At this time, an inopportune voice sounded outside the door: "Feng Gongzi, the lord is invited." ”

Feng Zidu quickly sat up when he heard the sound, and subconsciously tidied up his clothes.

Huo Xian's face was gloomy, his left hand grabbed Feng Zidu's sleeve, and his right elbow supported the couch and leaned sideways, saying, "Ignore them." ”

Feng Zidu hesitated for a while, but decided to go over and have a look. He attached himself and gently pressed Huo Xian to lie on the couch, kissed her neck, and said softly: "I'll be back in the past for a while." ”

Huo Xian pouted and said, "It's so late, don't go." He put his head around his chest and pressed it to his chest.

Feng Zidu seemed to be holding his breath, struggled to raise his head, and breathed sharply for a while before he said: "At the moment, the Huo family's life and death may be in a thought. ”

Huo Xian saw that his expression was serious, so he was no longer willful, and said coquettishly: "Go and come back quickly." He also said, "The wind is cold at night, so put on more clothes." ”

Feng Zidu answered, took a wide robe and put it on, and went out.

The courtyard was gloomy, and the domestic servant carried a lantern to lead the way. Feng Zidu followed behind, thinking that today is the fifteenth day, it is the day of the full moon, how can it be so dim.

He looked up at the sky, and unexpectedly a few cold snowflakes fell on his face, reached out and wiped them, and exclaimed in surprise: "It's snowing?" ”