Fight hard, little three!

Mu Sanxin's first feeling after becoming conscious was heat.

He was so hot that he was sweating profusely, and his whole body seemed to be put in an oven. His whole body felt sticky, and he could almost spew out fire with every breath.

——Did those idiots throw him into the stove after taking him to the snow mountain?

Mu Sanxin's eyelids trembled, and then he opened them with difficulty.

"You... are you okay? Do you want a drink?"

A tender voice asked, Mu Sanxin nodded in a daze, and after a while, cool water was poured into his mouth.

He was in a daze like this for an unknown period of time, and when Mu Sanxin finally woke up, he realized that he was actually covered with a thick animal skin quilt, and the fire was burning in the simple hut, which was very warm.

"Brother, are you awake?"

Mu Sanxin followed the voice and looked over, a dirty child looked at him with big bright eyes, ran over with a broken bowl and handed it to him, "Brother, eat."

Mu Sanxin grumbled, took the bowl with weak hands shaking, and stuffed it into his mouth without caring what was in it—he was really hungry and about to faint.

Mu Sanxin didn't speak until he gained some strength, and his voice was hoarse, "Where is this place?"

"It's Shenshan." The child wiped his face, which became even more dirty. "My brother and I saved you, big brother. Why are you lying in the snow alone? It's very cold on the Tianshen Mountain these days, even animals If you don’t come out, you will almost freeze to death.”

...Thanks to the fact that there are no animals, otherwise I would have been bitten to death.

"You have another brother?"

The child nodded, "Brother has gone hunting and will be back in a while."

In Mu Sanxin's imagination, the "brother" who saved him should be a young man, but when he actually appeared in front of him, his jaw dropped in shock. The other party was not much older than the five or six-year-old doll in front of him. .

The combined age of the two children was not as old as her, and Mu Sanxin felt very depressed.

The older children were obviously much precocious, and when they saw Mu Sanxin woke up, they didn't say much, and started to pack their prey, while the younger girls happily surrounded Mu Sanxin and kept talking to him, even though they said Even Mu Sanxin didn't quite understand.

"Brother, what did you do to your face? It's so scary..."

Mu Sanxin didn't quite understand what the little girl said, but when he went to wash his face, he vaguely saw his current appearance in the reflection——the face was still the face of the artifact, but there were more on it. Order something else.

A scar, a hideous scar that spread from the corner of the right eye to the chin.

If someone saw Mu Sanxin now, he would never think that this person's facial features are actually very good, but would be directly frightened by the shocking scar.

Mu Sanxin wiped the scar suspiciously, opened his clothes and looked at his chest—yes, it was indeed his body when he was a national teacher, and the scar across his chest was still there, but the scar on his face How did it come about?

Could it be that the real card couldn't bear to feel that he died too happily and then made a knife on his own body?

Mu Sanxin didn't know that as early as the second he left after completely clearing the mission, there would be no genuine cards in this world.

Seeing Mu Sanxin finish eating slowly, the older child who had been silent all this time said for the first time, "Don't go out and wander around. Except for the royal family, the poor are not allowed to come in."

Mu Sanxin was a little surprised, "Then you two children..."

The child's eyes flickered and he didn't speak, but the girl said softly, "The concubine mother has gone to a far away place, and we were sent here to pray for the concubine mother."

Mu San's heart sank. Two children, one five or six years old and one eight or nine years old, were sent to this desolate place where even food was scarce, and there was no one to protect them. Who was so cruel?

"Emperor Ming brought his favorite emperor Dao Shenshan to worship the sky the day before yesterday. We can't go out for a few days. We need to save some food."

The boy pulled the fire and said hesitantly, "There is not much firewood...you, can you bear it?"

Mu Sanxin laughed, "Don't worry about me, I'm not so fragile."

The girl pouted slightly, "Father is here, why didn't you come to see us?"

The boy hurriedly wanted to cover his sister's mouth, but it was too late, Mu Sanxin frowned, "Are you Minghuang's children?"

"Not anymore."

The expression on the boy's face didn't look like it should be at this age. He said while pulling the fire, "He doesn't care about anything except his favorite king now."

"Chongjun..." Mu Sanxin hesitated, "Du Ruo?"

"You also know his name?" The boy sneered. "A person who was arrogant in the harem with a face and worthless tears, that's the person who killed our mother and concubine."

Du Ruo's appearance is still in the original image of a little sheep, unexpectedly after a long time, the little sheep has turned into a wolf with a big tail.

However, Emperor Ming doesn't seem to be a person who would misuse the country for the sake of beauty, does he?If Emperor Ming really had feelings for Du Ruo, he wouldn't have died so smoothly back then.

What Mu Sanxin didn't know was that because of the death of the national teacher, there was a fierce conflict between the temple and the imperial power. , is one of these delicate balance points.

Mu Sanxin didn't know that all the people on the top of the snow mountain were thrown off their feet because of his waking up.

"What did you say!?" Emperor Ming suddenly stood up, "The body of the national teacher is gone?"

The female officer kneeling below was about to cry, "Your Majesty, the servants really don't know what's going on. Originally, the servants went to see it on purpose the night before, but the next day... the coffin was empty."

Emperor Ming's face was gloomy, and he waved his hands silently after a while, "You guys go down first."

"Yes."

Emperor Ming sat alone in the main hall, with an unpredictable expression and he didn't know what he was thinking. A crisp bell sounded faintly, and then a pair of tender hands rested on Emperor Ming's shoulders, "King..."

"Who asked you to come out? Didn't I tell you to stay in the bedroom and not to wander around?"

Emperor Ming's gloomy words made his hands stiff, and he slowly retracted them, "Your Majesty, I'm just worried..."

"Worried?" Emperor Ming sneered, "What are you worried about? Are you worried that the national teacher will come to you after his resurrection?"

Du Ruo lowered her head, biting her lips tightly, with a weak but lovable appearance, "No..."

If Mu Sanxin was here, he would definitely be shocked. The Du Ruo in front of him is no longer the arrogant person who used to be aloof with immortality. can not imagine.

"Since it's not, just stay in your bedroom honestly." Emperor Ming pinched Du Ruo's chin and said slowly, "Don't make me angry, you know?"

"...Yes." Du Ruo spat out a word with difficulty, and retreated in a panic.