Chapter 40: Leaving the Purple Palace

Outside the window, the stars are dotted, and the softness of the moonlight is mixed with the brilliance of the starlight, swaying in the purple gold building, reflecting the purple-gold brilliance, hazy, like a dream. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After wandering around the city for a whole day, little Lori Yunmeng returned to Zijin Building, and lay down on Zhao Haochen's comfortable and warm bed, stepping on the hazy light, Zhao Haochen gently walked to the bedside, and gently stroked Yunmeng's forehead lovingly, like a big brother soothing his tired sister.

"Yunmeng, I'm leaving tomorrow!" The peaceful face was full of love and care, and the voice was soft, but with unquestionable firmness.

"Ahh

Zhao Haochen's heart tightened suddenly, as if a certain joint was suddenly stabbed, Junxiu's face was distorted, and an indescribable stinging pain penetrated through the bottom of his heart, looking a little distressed, his voice was a little choked, and he comforted her in a low voice: "Hurry up and sleep, I will come back in the future!"

Yun Meng raised his head, and two lines of tears rolled out of his eyes, "Can you not go?"

Zhao Haochen shook his head and smiled slightly, Buddha touched her soft, delicate and smooth black hair, and was silent.

The night was long and lonely, cold and unforgiving.

The tyrannical wind and snow squeaked the leaves like ghosts from hell, wandering around, wailing incessantly. The hazy night light was obscured by the wind and snow, and the bright starlight was also lost in the storm of the cold night, and the bone-chilling chill raged outside the window, ruthlessly destroying the beauty left in the world.

Yun Meng, who was lying quietly in his arms, had an unconcealable grief rolling in his eyes. Since childhood, he has been strictly taught, the building is full of ruthless people, the grass house is exposed to the wind and sun all the year round, and there are knives and axes, if you are not careful, you will end up with a very miserable end, no one has ever cared about himself, only he takes care of himself in every way, and takes himself to the market together.

In the middle of the cold winter night, Yun Meng, who was nestled in Zhao Haochen's arms, shrunk his hands, the corners of his eyes were full of happiness, and there was also a trace of hesitation, a trace of fear and unbearable sadness.

Mo Yuxuan asked him to keep Zhao Haochen, otherwise, ......

As soon as she thought of this, Jiang Tao's fear of the waves occupied her heart, and the tears in the corners of her eyes were like a vast ocean, rushing endlessly, and unconsciously, the corners of Zhao Haochen's clothes had been wetted a lot.

The red of the morning sun breaks the darkness that pervades the heavens and the earth, and the nascent red is hazy, enveloping the earth in a vigorous atmosphere.

Yun Meng, who was held in his arms, sighed, opened his sleepy eyes, and opened a small mouth, and the tears hanging on his face were still clear.

Walk in the purple-gold light until you reach the cold, spacious hall shrouded in light. Mo Yuxuan held the jade flute in his hand, and the model was located on the main seat in the center, wearing a purple luxurious Qiu Chang inlaid with golden silk edges, exuding a heroic face with a pleasant smile, warm and comfortable, "Shaoxia, this is ......" Looking at Zhao Haochen who was holding the luggage, Mo Yuxuan's flat face showed a trace of wrinkles, and his eyebrows were twisted together, and his words were full of incomprehension.

"Mo Shao, I really can't rest assured that the fathers and villagers of Tianyuan Town will go and check it out, and come back to visit another day!" Zhao Haochen learned from the people in the rivers and lakes, clenched his fists, and then turned around and walked out.

"Young master!" the guard next to him said in a low voice.

"Want to go, this Zijin Mansion is not a place to come and leave if you want!" Mo Yuxuan waved his hand, and a cold smile flashed on his indisputable face, like a poisonous snake swallowing red letters, eerie and terrifying.

The guard took the order and walked out coldly.

Walking in the street market of the Purple Imperial City, he bought a set of carriages in the market at will, and then drove away, Ma Hua slowly marched towards the outside of the city, the wind and snow flooded the earth, and everywhere he looked, everything was white.

The road became more and more difficult, it felt longer and longer, and after walking in the snow for a while, the carriage was completely frozen in the snow, and it was difficult to walk an inch, so I simply abandoned the carriage and walked on foot. Zhao Haochen was always paying attention to the wind and grass behind him.

If you don't stay in Zijin Building, then you can only stay your life, which is Zijin Building's consistent style of doing things.

The tall and gorgeous carriage was too ostentatious in this vast white field, and he was dressed in white Qiuchang, like a piece of white in this white world, and he couldn't find a target here.

Sure enough, a column of horses roared and galloped, the snow and mist behind them dispersed, and the snow piled on the ground flew and danced after the horses' hooves, fluttering, like a beautiful banquet between the clear heaven and earth, but it was more like the mercy of the heavens, wanting to wash away the sins left in the world and the grievances and grievances on the rivers and lakes.

The flying snow was like a roaring dragon, opening its bloody mouth and mercilessly devouring the carriage that Zhao Haochen was riding.

In the wind and snow, the cold flashed, and the carriage that was running in the snow was scattered in a moment, and the wreckage of the carriage lay silently in the snow, waiting for the funeral of the wind and snow, and the heaven and earth were buried.

The overstretched horse let out a wail and collapsed on the cold, biting snow, and the ensuing wooden wedge suddenly stabbed the horse's buttocks.

The heart-wrenching wail spread all over the wilderness, pulling the dilapidated carriage to rush on the snow, the bright red hot blood dripping down, and the blood-red ice crystals on the long horse's tail exuded a different kind of dazzling brilliance under the sunlight.

"Catch him!" The cold face of the middle-aged man in the lead was gloomy and terrifying, and the fierce anger came to the surface, making Zhao Haochen, who was hiding under the snow, cry out for a while, and the air was a little suffocated, after a chaotic and angry sound of horses' hooves, Zhao Haochen hurriedly poked out his head and took a big gulp of fresh air.

Zhao Haochen was like an ice sculpture, standing in the snow, tightly wrapped around Qiu Chang on his body, his handsome face was frozen by frost, his blazing eyes were diffused with a dull light, sloppy and weak, looking at the world in front of him without color, the sound of "clucking and clucking" was that his teeth were fluttering up and down, playing a symphony.

After a long time, his miserable white skin regained a trace of its due ruddyness, shook off the ice ridges on his lower body, trembled, and said disdainfully: "What a bunch of stupid hats!"