Tianling, the imperial capital.

The dense night concealed everything, and there was silence in the huge Mu Mansion.

The clear and light moonlight reflected in from the window sill, and fell on the figure sitting straight and still, stained with a bit of cold.

It was an extremely young man with a handsome face, smooth lines from the brow bone to the bridge of the nose, and the mandible sharp and sharp.

He is still wearing the black armor from three days ago.

Yes, he has maintained this position and just sat in meditation for three days.

This is also the three longest days in his life.

Countless pictures flashed through my mind.

It looks like a bizarre dream, but it is extremely real.

Really, he almost thought that he was in a dream now.

A cool breeze blew through the courtyard and the leaves rustled.

He clearly didn't do anything, but at this time he felt extremely tired.

When I was lost in the wilderness, was seriously injured, but still walked endlessly on foot for ten days, it never happened.

He closed his eyes and felt that everything in his mind seemed to tear him apart.

For a long time, he opened his eyes.

At this time, a hint of whiteness appeared on the horizon.

He stood up, before coming to the table, his eyes slowly swept across from above.

With his current status, the food and clothing costs are naturally excellent.

With a glance, the paperweight, ink block and brush are all extremely precious things.

But in the end, his gaze fell on the edge of the brush.

The texture of this one is also very good, but probably because it is an old thing, it seems to have traces of time.

It is really unattractive here.

He picked up the brush.

The tentacles are slightly cool, but very smooth.

At this moment, she seemed to be able to think of her soft hand, the warm touch when it fell on the back of her hand.

"To take it like this."

She said with a smile, without any contempt for him on her face.

Even at the time, his hands were full of red, swollen and festering frostbite.

Thinking of the scene, he couldn't help but gently rubbed the back of his right hand with his other hand, and the corners of his lips bend very shallowly.

But this smile quickly dissipated and became frosty.

Tuk tuk.

There was a knock on the door outside, and the guard reported carefully:

"My lord, your Highness is going to Xixin Liyuan today, do you want to accompany you there?"

In this Mu Mansion, there is only one His Highness.

Di Ji.

Hearing this, Mu Qinghe moved his hands for a while.

The brush that had just been dipped in ink froze in the air, and a drop of ink fell, quickly smudging a cloud of black.

For a moment, he took the one away as usual.

Afterwards, he finally wrote down.

His movements were very slow and his expression was particularly focused, but the palm of his hand, which could hold him, was trembling slightly at this time.

Stroke by stroke, he seemed to pour all his efforts into it.

There is clearly only one word, but it is extremely difficult for him to write.

When the final stroke was completed, his lips were already pale.

Only those eyes can see the bottom a few steps deep.

"grown ups?"

The people outside gave another bold urge.

In the past three days, the adults kept themselves locked in the study, and there was no movement at all. They were not unconcerned.

Only by moving out of Di Ji can it be useful.

Mu Qinghe looked down at the word.

Yue.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, all the emotions in his eyes had disappeared, leaving only the endless sharp sharp.

"Go. Tune a hundred elite and go with you."

It is common for Emperor Ji to go to Xinli Garden, and she usually doesn't make much fanfare, and she rarely takes guards.

A hundred elite, plus him, is enough.

Enough-sealed her life.

...

Soon, from Xinli Garden to the royal ancestral hall.

Mu Qinghe received her three requests for help.

Shisanyue was moved away from the mountain, and all the people available to her were trapped elsewhere.

The only thing you can rely on is him.

But he did not move, only crushed all the news.

When the fire burned from the royal ancestral hall, he was actually not far away.

Crazy flames rose into the sky, almost burning half of the sky.

He knew that Qihan had rushed back desperately, and knew that many people wanted to rescue her.

He just doesn't know.

It was not until later, when time was almost up, that he finally took people to put out the fire and save people.

But where can anyone be saved?

Under the fire, no bones existed.

Mu Qinghe Hong looked for a long, long time amidst the flames and ruins.

In the end, he fell on his knees and fainted.

When he woke up again, Jiang Yucheng was there.

"Master Mu."

Jiang Yucheng's face was no longer the color of grief when facing outsiders. He looked at him condescendingly, with a smile on his lips, but with subtle sarcasm.

"You should know that from now on, it is no longer hers."

Mu Qinghe was silent for a long time.

But in the end, he smiled slightly in Jiang Yucheng's stunned eyes.

He nodded and said:

"I know."

He has never been.

He didn't have such luck, and he didn't even dare to have extravagant expectations.

...

That big fire has since become a nightmare for Mu Qinghe.

Day and night, the scene of that day always appeared in his mind.

Can't remember how many times, he woke up trembling all over, all in a cold sweat, and the chill almost invaded the bone marrow.

He was tortured so constantly, almost crazy.

But this situation finally changed when I went to Yaochen and saw the girl.

He saw those extremely familiar but unfamiliar eyes.

The biggest difference is the look in her eyes when she looks over.

Shocked, doubtful, unbelievable.

Mu Qinghe can only ignore it.

Only from then on, the fire in his dream turned into a pair of eyes.

He heard her question:

"Mu Qinghe, you dare to betray this palace!"

The words are like a sharp knife carved into the bone and blood dripping with the knife.

He clutched his chest in despair.

"Your Highness...I..."

No.

But even when he was alone, even in a dream, he dared not say this.

He thought that this nightmare would probably have to wait for her to get rid of it herself.

It would be great if she could kill him herself.

...

He finally waited until this day.

The cold and sharp blade pierced into the flesh and blood, and he could feel the blood in his body slowly passing away, along with heat and vitality.

But he feels good.

These years, there has never been a better time than this moment.

He saw her awakening, seeing her return, seeing her about to recapture everything he had.

As the first envoy, he seems to have lived a long time.

Always aloof, unparalleled in power.

But it seems that only in the ten years of Tianling, he is truly alive.

His whole life seemed to be experiencing a long nightmare.

There are only a few fragments with temperature.

In fact, very few, but, enough to comfort this life.

For this reason, he is willing to make all these choices.

His vision gradually blurred, and that face was finally unable to take another look.

He laughed.

Fortunately, in the end, he also counted, he died well and got what he wanted.

well.

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