On the fifteenth day of the first month of the eighth year of Yongqing, the Shangyuan Lantern Festival in the capital is very lively.

The fourteen-year-old girl ran along the river with a lantern in one hand and a scarlet hood in the other.

The starry candles by the river warmed the coolness of the late night, rippling like water waves on her.

She ran through the lively long street, through the middle of nowhere, and finally stopped in front of the old wooden door, where she tapped a few times.

The crisp sound was drowned out by the sound of horses' hooves in the night.

She panicked, her slender fingers pinched into the wooden door, and whispered in, "Shen Yi, are you there—"

There was no response.

She knocked on the door again, her eyes reddened with anxiety, "Shen Yi, help me......"

Through the crack in the door, she could see inside.

The boy sat quietly in the corner, wiping his sword. Hearing this, he lifted his eyelids slightly, put down the hilt of his sword, got up, and walked to the door.

As he opened the door, the young man's slightly hot breath and faint woody fragrance came to his face.

He had just bathed, and was wearing an indigo tunic coat, his half-dried black hair scattered over his shoulders and untied, and a few strands of broken hair hanging down from his forehead.

Wei Shuyao raised her head and looked at him.

The lights came from afar, blending into the boy's eyes.

It seems to be a meteor falling into the mortal world, and it is like a touch of the rising sun in a mountain stream.

"Someone's looking for me, tell me to hide." She huddled in the big box, her skirt soaking wet, and the coldness made her shiver.

The jade pendant on the ear hung down, touched the sides of the snow-white and delicate neck, and shook gently.

The young man looked over her shoulder, glanced faintly into the distance, and withdrew his gaze.

He glanced at Wei Shuyao again, his dark eyes were quiet, and he couldn't see his emotions.

The sound of the horse's hooves was getting closer and closer, and she was getting more and more panicked.

Wei Shuyao didn't have time to get into the house, so she was in a hurry, turned her back to the person who came, and stepped forward to get close to the young man.

Her reddish wrists hooked around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him on the cheek.

The lotus lantern in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang" and rolled into the house.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a scarlet blush spread from the tip of the boy's ear, staining his neck.

……

Wei Shuyao blinked dryly, stroked her undulating chest, and bit her lower lip deeply.

It's him.

The little mute who was silent and cold-spoken in the past, teased by her in the palm of her hand.

She would never admit that face, and even the usual wanton looseness in her eyes was the same as in her memory.

Suddenly, I remembered three years ago.

At that time, he was no longer a mute teenager, and because of her, he was forced to leave the border. Before leaving, he single-handedly stopped her carriage out of the city.

The young man sitting on the white horse was dressed in red, holding a silver spear, his eyes were as scorching as the sun, but his cold eyes were like a dark and dreary pool.

He looked at her for a long time. Then, a cold smile appeared on his lips, and he spoke softly—

"Miss Wei Qi, is it fun to play tricks?"

Word by word, hatred is like a bone-eater.

She really couldn't stand him.

Wei Shuyao thought that she would never have to cross paths with him again in her life.

But now, the long figure standing outside like a pine and cypress has become the person she can't afford to offend in the entire Great Wei Dynasty.

In his early years, Emperor Wei had a son who was in exile and could not be found for a long time. In the years since, the heirs of the harem have become thinner and thinner. It was precisely because there was no successor to the Son of Heaven that King Ning had other thoughts, secretly colluding with his henchmen, intending to control the Ninety-Five.

Three months ago, the emperor finally found the long-missing prince, and just entered the palace and made the crown prince. This move completely angered King Ning, and King Ning simply reversed.

At that time, the chaotic party forced the palace, and it was the new owner of the East Palace who led the troops to rescue him, captured alive the military department Shangshu and a group of ministers who were in turmoil together, and even shot King Ning with arrows with his own hands to quell the palace mutiny. After that, he uprooted King Ning's henchmen with thunder, wiped them out, and secured the position of the East Palace.

The prince of the East Palace, Xie Mingyi.

This is the person that all the courtiers involved in the treason are most afraid to mention.

Now, it has become a sharp blade hanging over her head.

The cold wind crashed against the window, making a crackling sound.

Wei Shuyao was stunned for a moment, and her face turned pale with fright from this slight sound.

She no longer hesitated, hurriedly kicked the cut rope, and then decisively rolled over the window and fled.

She didn't want to die in the hands of Dong Xing.

You can't even bump into the people of the East Palace.

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The vast courtyard of the mansion was unusually silent, and the snow wind swept through with a heavy bloody smell, making the robes rattle.

Xie Mingyi stood for a moment, looked at everyone coldly for a while, and then spoke slowly.

"Commander Dong is good at means, but he has learned to cut first and then play."

His calm voice did not distinguish between joy and anger, and seemed to have a faint chill.

Dong Xing was inexplicably uneasy, and lowered his head and said: "Your Highness, the daughter of the British prince instigated everyone, and the ministers drank so hard that they had to kill the troublemakers. ”

Taking the opportunity to slaughter the British government today, Dong Xing has been planning for a long time. He thought that if he brought the Son of Heaven to the oracle and arranged for his cronies to accompany him, he would be able to make the public mansion feel cold and make Wei Shuyao feel painful.

Even, he also instigated Shen Xingliang, the general of Zhenguo, who had a grudge against the Wei family, and General Shen took over the errand of reading the holy decree to avoid worries.

Unexpectedly, Shen Xingliang didn't come, but the prince came.

Xie Mingyi didn't say anything for a long time, raised his feet and took a step forward.

The coercion was coming, Dong Xing didn't dare to raise his head, and his palms were soaked with sweat.

The snow was falling, and only the creaking sound of the prince walking slowly could be heard.

"In order to defend the demon's words to confuse the public, the minister has bound her." Dong Xing bent his waist even lower and forced himself to calm down: "What the minister said is true. Your Highness can ask others......"

Before the words fell, Dong Xing felt a chill on his neck, and his saber was pulled out of its sheath by Xie Mingyi.

The pair of slender hands played with the handle of the knife, and the blade inadvertently swept the tip of Dong Xing's nose, causing him to feel creepy.

Dong Xing raised his eyes with difficulty, touching Xie Mingyi's sight, but he couldn't say a word.

This prince, who has not long returned to Beijing, although he has been living abroad for many years, is like a natural nobleman, and only a faint glance can make people feel cold.

Xu was due to the dim candle flame, Xie Mingyi's face sank a little. A large shadow cast on his face, making him look even more unpredictable.

He tapped his finger on the hilt of the knife and smiled, "Bring someone here." ”

However, in a short moment, Dong Xing tasted the aftermath of the catastrophe.

He thought about the situation when he first saw the prince, and he was drenched in cold sweat.

At that time, he was ordered to interrogate Beidi Xizuo, and he used all kinds of means, but he still found nothing. Until the crown prince himself came to the edict...... In less than half an hour, he confessed all the information truthfully, and all he asked for was death.

Thinking of this, Dong Xing didn't dare to delay, and almost ran towards the wing room.

The heavier the snow became, the sound of the snow was mixed with whimpering and low sobbing, and the cold wind swept over the black tree and made the dead branches tremble.

There were no lights in the wings of the front yard, and the doors and windows were closed, except for the right side of the window, which was ajar in, letting in a little light.

The candlelight spilled from outside and fell on the man's clean, slender fingertips.

Xie Mingyi half-propped his forehead, his eyes were lightly closed, and his knuckled fingers were placed on his knees, lightly tapped.

Seeing that the cold was even worse, the little eunuch standing behind him made a bitter face, and when he saw that his hand was slowly flattened, he carefully covered him with a thin blanket.

As soon as he moved, he saw a pair of dark eyes looking at him.

The little eunuch lowered his head and said respectfully, "Your Highness, your old wounds have not healed, you have to take care of your body and don't provoke the cold." ”

Xie Mingyi's eyelashes drooped, and his fingertips flicked the bronze incense burner of the beast head on the case, and wisps of green smoke escaped from the carved holes, slowly drifting into the clothes with dark patterns of gold.

Seeing that the prince's expression was as usual, the eunuch breathed a sigh of relief, and said half a sentence more, "It's so cold, why do you have to go to the British Mansion in person......"

Before the words fell, I saw Xie Mingyi's eyes narrowed, and the corners of his lips curled a little.

The eunuch's heart jumped, and he knew that he was speechless, so he hurriedly bowed down and admitted his mistake.

There was a long silence, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

A chill seeped into his body from the eunuch's palm. After a long time, I heard the prince speak slowly.

"Changshun, take the longbow."

Changshun was stunned, although his master is an outstanding martial artist, he doesn't like to use a bow, why did he suddenly remember to ask for this?

But he didn't dare to ask more, so he went down in a hurry.

Soon, the longbow was fetched, and the little eunuch tiptoed to the table.

"I searched all over the mansion, and only found this bow in Miss Wei's courtyard, Your Highness sees if it is agreeable?" Changshun asked in a low voice, deliberately lowering his voice when mentioning the person.

After waiting for a long time, I didn't hear the prince's answer, not even the usual perfunctory nasal voice.

He didn't dare to speak again, so he had to blend into the silence of the dead pool.

Until an exclamation broke the pool of death.

"Your Highness, the daughter of the Wei family has escaped——!"

Changshun was taken aback when he heard this, and quietly glanced at the prince.

saw Xie Mingyi's thin lips pursed slightly, got up and picked up the longbow, and dusted off the bowstring.

The windows were blown open by the cold wind, and the snow fluttered down on his graceful black fox.

He sighed under his breath, "It's a good bow." ”

Those dark eyes looked into the depths of the courtyard, and for a moment they flashed, obviously remembering something.

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The heavy snow in the month of Layue is so cold that people's bones are stiff.

The window of the firewood room in the backyard was covered with ice edges, and the night was thick, only the ice crystals shone brightly.

Wei Shuyao shrank in a corner and clenched the hairpin in her hand. Due to the excessive exertion, the slender fingers became more and more red from the cold.

Dayu was left in the house, and now she was wearing only a thin undershirt, and she was so cold that she could only try to curl up in a ball, trying her best to suppress her low cough.

Wei Shuyao tore a piece of white cloth and tied it to her forehead, and this little action also hurt her eyebrows. Although the wound was not deep and had slowly stopped bleeding, it looked particularly terrifying, and it was completely broken.

Dong Xing's face appeared in front of him again, staring at her like that, greedy and distorted.

A chill ran down her back, and she couldn't help but shiver again.

"Search quickly, you can't let go of any place!"

"Your Excellency has an order, dig three feet into the ground, and dig her out!"

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps outside, and the sound of armor rubbing exploded in my ears like thunder.

The footsteps were approaching, and Wei Shuyao had no choice but to lift her skirt, push the door and run towards the east garden.

The snow was difficult, and she staggered, deep and shallow, and ran forward.

The murmuring stream under the rockery drowned out the sound of walking.

The snow was falling, and she was covered in head.

She hastily hid in a hexagonal pavilion, quickly closed the door, and hid by the pillar. The wound on her forehead was ropen again, and the pain turned pale.

As soon as he calmed down, he heard a loud shout from outside the pavilion.

"Don't run, someone!"

Wei Shuyao's scalp tightened, her whole body tensed, and her heart hung in her throat.

She looked out cautiously, and sure enough, she saw a team of Jinyi guards walking quickly.

Then, I heard a loud shout, "If you don't stop, don't kill!" ”

Outside, there were screams of panic, mixed with scolding and scolding, followed by the sound of knives drawn.

With a "poof", the knife stabbed straight down, and the splashing of bloody air made the Jinyi guards even more excited.

A tragic wail filled the ear drums, Wei Shuyao's stomach churned, and she covered her mouth hard. Her fingertips froze like ice, and she gritted her teeth to keep herself from trembling.

"If I live, I will pay them with blood......," she muttered to herself, as if to calm herself.

When the soldiers left, she quietly came out, dragging her stiff legs and moving out.

At some point, the snow had stopped.

In the distance, the sky was getting brighter, and the light shone down from behind the clouds and fell on her little pale face.

After thinking about it, Wei Shuyao decided to leave the house from the secret road and go to the Wei family's family friend, Mrs. Lu.

If there is still anyone in this world who is willing to save her, I am afraid that only the Lu family is left.

Wei Shuyao dragged her tired body and walked up the dark corridor, her head gradually dizzy.

For a day, she hid in Tibet, exhausted and almost unable to hold on.

But her eyelids drooped slightly, and she remembered that the mansion was bleeding everywhere and people fell to the ground, and she felt the warm blood in her hand......

And the man with the long body.

The Prince of the East Palace.

Thinking of this person, Wei Shuyao took a breath and almost slipped under her feet.

She took a deep breath, slowed her pace, gritted her teeth and touched the wall to keep walking.

After walking for a long time, she finally saw a ray of light at the end of the corridor, her heart beat wildly, and her breathing became a little shorter.

However, the originally faintly joyful pupils shrank instantly.

There is someone at the end.

Under the low-hanging red plum branches, a handsome figure can be faintly seen. The man was raising his wrist, his wide-sleeved robe swaying in the wind.

The silhouette traced by the shimmer, with broad shoulders and a thin waist, is exactly the same as in memory.

It's Xie Mingyi.

The man's lacquer-colored eyes narrowed slightly, and his cold gaze fell on her.

The pale cyan veins on the back of his hand bulged slightly, the bowstring in his palm opened like a full moon, and the feather arrows were aimed at the center of her eyebrows.

Wei Shuyao's whole body was tense, and her scalp was numb.

Her cheeks turned white in an instant.

This is a familiar situation.

It's just the opposite of three years ago.