The ground was covered with criss-crossing ruts, like a crawling centipede, only to see a passing prisoner car, imprisoned an unkempt girl, the original light blue delicate clothes showed blood marks, and the bloodstained placket could no longer see the original color.

Although she lowered her head, her bright black eyes made people shudder, that kind of eyes were like snow lotus buried for a long time on Kunlun Mountain, fierce and solemn, with cynical coldness, those eyes stared at you, but let you think that it was full of laughter, mocking the ignorance of the world, but there was a trace of compassion in the eyes, like a bodhisattva of great compassion, sacrificing himself to benefit all sentient beings.

In the restaurant on the street, the curtain of the carved wooden window was suddenly swept open by the wind, and a faint fragrance of snow plum was gently blown, like a clear feather, wrapped around the heartstrings, making you dream of it.

It turned out that the fragrance of snow plum came from a man, and I saw that the man was wearing a purple robe embroidered with green lines, a white jade belt around his waist, his ink-like hair was pulled up by a purple and gold crown inlaid with treasures, and a pair of dark eyes blinked gently, and sometimes flashed a trace of dark green, and the shrewdness under his eyes should not be underestimated.

From a distance, the nose is like a hanging beam, the lips are like Dan, the skin is like clotted fat, and up close is a gorgeous and beautiful man: under the sword eyebrows, the narrow eyes are like gurgling spring water, warm and moist like a spring breeze, the nose is like a hanging gall, as straight as a blue distant mountain, the thin lips are light, and the corners of the mouth are slightly hooked, which makes it more manly and approachable.

He is like the spring breeze in March, without a trace of haze, sunny and warm, smiling and shining brightly.

"Long Ye, why is there such a commotion down there?" The man opened his lips, his tone was as soft as silk, and a pair of dark eyes glanced at the noisy crowd below, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Master, it seems to be a passing prisoner......" Long Ye, who was standing in front of the window, frowned and looked at the prisoner cart that was gradually moving away, and wondered for a while, how could a prisoner who was going to be executed cause such a big sensation?

The man picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and when he heard the words of his subordinates, he didn't react, but somehow, at the moment when he looked up at the prisoner car, his heart shook violently, how could there be such a similar back, so familiar.

The woman's smiling face instantly came to mind, with rhinestone-like eyes and a palm-sized face, the sweet appearance was like a freshly picked peach, full and sweet.

How could it be her? Could it be that he is hallucinating, or is it that recent thoughts have made him a little dazed?

He muttered and shook his head, looking lonely.

"Master, what's wrong?" Seeing the man's depressed appearance, Long Ye next to him hurriedly asked, it was the first time he had seen his master like this, usually he always talked and laughed and shuttled between various officialdoms, far-sighted, and had the demeanor of a prince.

"It's nothing, it's just that I remembered the old ......," the man said gently, and the loss on his face immediately retracted, as if he had never been here.

A hint of clarity flashed in Long Ye's eyes, a pair of good-looking sword eyebrows tightened, and he was puzzled, for what kind of old man every time he was like this, he said that he remembered the old man, what kind of old man could make the old man so unforgettable!

"Long Ye, what news is there from the Ryuk Kingdom?" The man squinted at the blue sky outside the window, and asked faintly, a black hair floating in the wind, playing with a few strands of broken hair on his forehead.

"Master, the queen said to let you go back immediately, and the six princes' henchmen are ready to move again." Long Ye said pertinently.

"Oh." The man let out a low voice, a trace of shrewdness flashed in his eyes, these things seemed to be expected, he lowered his head and pondered, and then he said lightly: "Set off immediately." ”

"Yes." After speaking, the figure flashed, and Long Ye had already gone downstairs to prepare.

"Ahem, cough, cough ......" A violent coughing sound, mixed with heavy panting, as if about to lose his breath, after a while, the man took out a snow-white silk handkerchief, wiped a handful on the corner of his mouth, and then threw it on the ground casually, as if he was accustomed to it, and his eyes were full of indifference.

For a premature baby, it is God's mercy to live until now, isn't it?

What's more, the imperial doctor said that he would not live to be eighteen years old, and now he is not alive well?

The corners of his pale mouth hooked, he glanced at the bloodstained silk handkerchief, and smiled helplessly, before he saw her, he would never die, he always had a strong premonition, she was not dead, she would wait for him, wait for him to find her.

In a slow and lengthy life, there is no regret about being able to see her again.

He walked out of the stairs slowly, leaving only a room of snow plum fragrance, shallow and faint, but it could penetrate into people's bones.

The silk handkerchief on the ground is spread out little by little by the wind, as if it is a plum blossom left in the snow, quiet and distant......

The dim cell was still filled with a faint smell of blood, and although the person had been gone for a while, the winding blood stains left on the ground could still make people think of how much sin and pain the owner of this cell had suffered.

The moment the white deerskin boots stepped in, they suddenly froze, as if they were tightly glued to the ground, and he couldn't move forward anymore, he stood there steadily, the air around him seemed to be frozen, and his slender fingers gradually pulled up, and his whole body was slightly stiff.

"My lord, my subordinates are ready." The woman's sharp voice, the amorous Danfeng eyes had a hint of charm, and the black and white eyes secretly looked at the man in front of her. Only at this time can she see the lord so closely, only in this way! After thinking about it, there was a hint of grief in his eyes.

As if he hadn't heard, the man still stood still, like a statue, with a solemn expression. After a long time, he coldly spit out a sentence: "Tonight, take Wang Yitian's head to see me!" ”

"Uh......" The woman was stunned, her eyes showed surprise, as if she didn't understand it all of a sudden, and when she saw the cold gaze of the man sweeping over, she hurriedly lowered her head and said, "Yes, my subordinates obey!" ”

The man raised his hand slightly, signaling the people behind him to step back, and the woman wanted to say a few more words, but when she saw that cold face, she hurriedly forbade her mouth and walked out of the cell in frustration.

Dressed in snow-white satin, in the dim light, the white light glowed, and the white ribbon tied with black hair also swayed with the breeze seeping in from the window.

He stood there quietly, covered in a cold air, under the hazy light, a pair of good-looking eyebrows furrowed tightly, he didn't know whether it was right or wrong for him to do this, what should he do?

In addition to his own relatives, he doesn't know how to love someone, and how does it feel to love someone?

Is he in love?

Is this what it feels like to be a lover?

Hesitant and afraid of losing.