The thirteenth year of the Great Zhou Xiangfu, winter.

Yunzhong County has been broken, and the people and horses of Beidi have stepped on the border pass, and the blood flows like a river everywhere they go. In the desolate and dilapidated Yunzhong County, the green lights of the Buddhist temple are always bright.

The man in black limped three times in the snow, leaving a series of bloody footprints in the white snow. The old Zen master shook the Bodhi Zi and recited a Buddha in front of him, and then it was the solemn Buddha hall of the treasure phase, and there was no room for blood in front of the Buddha hall.

"Donor, what are you asking for?"

"I pray that she will be safe in all things and live a long life."

"Donor, death is like a lamp going out."

"I pray that she will be safe in all things and live a long life."

"Donor, there are some things that gods and Buddhas can't do."

"I know that murder is like hemp, and my sin is unforgivable, and I can't afford to enter the Buddhist temple for half a step. I am willing to keep the green lantern for the Buddha for a hundred years, suffer from the karmic fire of ten lifetimes in hell, atone for the sins of my life, and only ask the gods and Buddhas to have mercy on her. The man's voice was hoarse, like a wounded beast, and he bowed his head heavily in the snow, and it was a bloody color.

"Amitabha," the old Zen master sighed, "idiot." ”

The ancient bell of the Buddhist temple rang three times, and the bell faintly passed through Yunzhong County, which was full of corpses. The corpse mountain and sea of blood outside the city were buried cleanly by a heavy snowfall, and half of the handsome flag with "Chu" written on it swayed in the wind and snow.

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Great Zhou Xiangfu three years, winter.

Zhenbei Palace.

Chu Zhixia woke up in a cold sweat, and the pain of the feather arrow piercing through the heart seemed to still remain on the thumping heart. She pressed her heart in confusion, and looked around, the little maid was dozing off with the soup woman in her arms, and the charcoal fire burned so loudly that it "crackled".

It's quiet and peaceful.

"Miss, what's wrong?" The maid Yuzhu rubbed her eyes and asked suspiciously.

The eldest lady has been sleeping peacefully since she was a child, perhaps because she has no heart or lungs, and never has insomnia and nightmares.

Chu Zhixia Ghost pulled out the sword at the head of the bed and reached out to hold the blade.

"Hey!" Yuzhu was so frightened that she jumped up and grabbed her bloody hand, "Miss, what are you doing here!" Come on, call the doctor! ”

The pain coming from the palm of his hand was really unmistakable, and Chu Zhixia woke up - this was not a dream.

"What year and month is it?" Chu Zhixia ignored the blood bubbling out of his palm, grabbed the jade bead and asked, his voice trembling.

In the winter of the thirteenth year of Xiangfu, Yunzhong County was broken, and Chu Zhixia led the army to die outside the Yongxue Pass.

At that time, she was already alone, and her eldest brother, who was born frail, worked day and night, and died on the stacks of cases; The second brother entered the imperial capital early as a hostage, and was the bridle to contain the Chu family, and died violently for no apparent reason. Chu Zhixia died cleanly, and he didn't know anything about what was going on after his death, and he didn't know the ending of this little girl.

"The third year of auspicious charm, the third day of the twelfth month." Yuzhu was so frightened by her that she was about to cry, "Miss, even if the second son is going to the imperial capital, don't abuse yourself so badly!" If the prince and the second son knew, they wouldn't be distressed to death......"

The third year of auspicious charm, the third day of the twelfth month.

This day was like a bolt of lightning on Chu Zhixia's spiritual platform, and she was almost crumbling.

On the third day of December, the imperial capital came to celebrate the New Year, and euphemistically proposed to take a son from the Chu family to the imperial capital to teach, but in fact he was a hostage. The regent who was far away in the imperial capital was very reasonable, and personally said that the eldest lady from the Chu family could also be sent to the imperial capital to choose a good son-in-law.

The eldest brother and the second brother couldn't bear to go to the imperial capital at a young age to suffer and suffer, and after weighing, the second brother went to the imperial capital as a hostage.

This was the beginning of the Chu family's death.

Chu Zhixia snatched the robe with his hand and ran out barefoot, leaving Yuzhu's panicked cry far behind.

On a snowy night, the sleeping young man on the roof suddenly woke up and looked at his palm in a daze. As far as he could see, Yunzhong County was sleeping in the heavy snow, and the lights were full of lights. A barefoot girl ran under the porch and threw herself into the arms of her brother who had rushed to hear the news.

As if everything was still in time.