Heavenly Order, the imperial capital.

The rich night shade covered everything, and there was silence in the huge Mu Mansion.

The light moonlight reflected through the window and fell on the straight and silent figure, dyeing a little cold.

He was an extremely young man with a handsome and handsome face, with extremely smooth lines from his eyebrows to his nose bridge, and his jawbone was neat and sharp.

He was still wearing black armor from three days ago.

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

This is also the longest three days in his life.

Countless pictures flashed through my mind.

It's like a bizarre dream, but it's extremely real.

To be honest, he almost thought that he was now in a dream.

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

He clearly did nothing, but at this moment he felt extremely tired.

It was not like this when I was lost in the Great Wilderness, seriously injured, but still hiked for ten days without sleep.

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

After a long time, he opened his eyes.

At this time, a trace of whiteness appeared in the horizon.

He stood up and came to the table, his eyes slowly swept across from above.

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

At a glance, the paperweight ink brushes are extremely precious things.

But in the end, his eyes fell on the brush at the edge.

This branch has a good texture, but it is probably because it is an old thing, and it looks like it has traces of time.

It really seems unobtrusive here.

He picked up the brush.

The tentacles are slightly cool, but very smooth and smooth.

At this moment, I seemed to think of her soft hand, the warm feeling when it fell on the back of her hand.

"I want to get it like this."

She said with a smile, with no contempt for him on her face.

Even at that time, his hands were covered with red, swollen, ulcerated frostbite.

He remembered the scene at that time, and couldn't help but use his other hand to gently rub the back of his right hand holding the pen, and the corners of his lips bent very shallowly.

But the smile quickly dissipated and was stained with ice.

Twist.

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

"Sir, Your Highness is going to Xixin Liyuan today. Are you going to accompany him?"

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

Princess.

Hearing this, Mu Qing and his hands paused.

The brush, which had just been dipped in ink, was frozen in the air, and a drop of ink fell down and quickly blew a ball of black.

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

Then, he finally finished writing.

His movements were very slow and his expression was particularly focused, but the palm that could hold thousands of pounds was trembling slightly at this moment.

With every stroke, he seemed to be trying to pour all his efforts into it.

It was obvious that there was only one word, but he wrote it very hard.

By the time he finished the last stroke, his lips were pale.

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

"grown ups?"

The people outside urged again.

These three days, the adults kept locking themselves in the study without any movement. They were not worried.

Only by moving out the Emperor's Majesty can it be useful.

Mu Qinghe looked down at the word.

Yue.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened it again, all the emotions in his eyes had dissipated, leaving only endless sharpness and coldness.

"Go. Transfer a hundred elites and go with you."

It is common for Emperor Ji to go to Xinliyuan. She usually doesn’t make a big fuss and rarely brings her guards.

One hundred elites, plus him, are enough.

Enough - to block her life.

......

Soon, from Xinliyuan to the Royal Ancestral Hall.

Mu Qinghe received three requests from her.

Shisanyue was lured away from the mountain, and everyone around her was trapped elsewhere.

The only thing that can be trusted is him.

But he didn't move, just crushed all the news.

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

Crazy flames soared into the sky, almost burning through half of the sky.

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

He just didn't know.

It was not until later that time was almost over that he finally brought people to put out the fire and save people.

But where is there anyone to save?

Under the fire, there were no bones left.

Mu Qing and his eyes were red in the flames and ruins, searching for a long time.

In the end, he was covered in a mess, kneeled down dejectedly, and finally fainted.

When he woke up again, Jiang Yucheng was also there.

"Mr.

Jiang Yucheng's face no longer had the sadness of facing outsiders. He looked at him condescendingly, with a smile on the corner of his lips, but with a subtle sarcasm.

"You should know that from now on, you are no longer her."

Mu Qinghe was silent for a long time.

But in the end, he smiled slightly in Jiang Yucheng's shocked gaze.

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 hopes.

......

That fire became Mu Qinghe's nightmare ever since.

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

I can't remember how many times he woke up with trembling all over, sweating all over, and the chill almost invaded his bone marrow.

He was tortured by this constantly, almost crazy.

And this situation finally changed when we went to Yaochen and saw the girl.

He saw those extremely familiar but unfamiliar eyes.

The biggest difference is the look she looked at when she looked over.
To be continued...