I see the snow

In Zhanyuan, Xihuai held a golden plant between his fingers, placed it under the light, and looked at it carefully.

The golden plant is shining with clear light under the lamp. If you look carefully, you can see that the words "God bless you and the country will last" are roughly engraved on the inside of the golden plant.

This is the golden plant used by the officials of Shengyang Jinghua Palace.

Xi Huai exhaled lightly, and closed the small book beside him.

The little booklet looked a bit old, about as thick as a child's fingernail.

But Xi Huai's movements were very careful, he almost arranged the booklet corner by corner, and then put it back into the bamboo box.

—It was left by his father.

Different from Xihuai's handwriting, Ye Qingming's handwriting is thin and elegant, with the character of a literati.Looks handsome, but Qiu Jin shows his sharpness.

All the way north from Canglan, Xihuai has less and less things about his parents and sisters.Only this booklet that Ye Qingming has recorded since becoming an official, Xi Huai is reluctant to throw away.I think it will come in handy in the future.

Now if this is the case, Xi Huai got many secret records about Sheng Yang's government and the public from this booklet.

He put it together with the chrysanthemum and the little porcelain man sent by Yinzhichuan, and they were all in the innermost small box, which was safe from being discovered.

But in fact, seeing this booklet, Xi Huai's heart moved slightly again.

He doesn't want to think about his own life experience, but the ubiquitous past events are reminding him:

He...has become the betrayer of his parents and sisters, right?He let them down.

He came to the capital of the star field full of evil and hatred, and walked into the government of Zhenguo, but at the last moment he was cowardly and reluctant to swing his dagger.

He was nostalgic for the warmth given by his blood feud; facing a person he should have hated, he saw bright stars in his eyes.

"Chasing face, chasing face—"

While in a trance, he heard someone calling him outside the door.Xi Huai raised his head, just in time to see Yin Zhichuan pushing the door and entering.

"Check it out."

There was an indescribable coldness between Yinzhichuan's brows, he took a deep breath, and said to Xihuai: "As you said, all the women who have gold plants left in their bodies after death are the ones who were sacrificed at the River God Sacrifice. The chosen 'bride'...and, in addition, there are some corpses that died earlier, and the gold and silver engraved with the official seal are also in the body."

This is really a significant development—

At least Lin Kun's suspicion can be cleared.

Because Lin Kun was still in Guanshan County when these corpses died, not in the Starfield Capital.There is ample alibi.

And the corpses of these women all came from rich and powerful families. As long as we find out which rich family used the corpses to hide the gold plants, we can follow the clues and find out the case of embezzlement and embezzlement.

"I have already notified all the daughters of Hoshino City to be sold into noble mansions, and the civilians who lost their news have come to identify the corpses."

Yin Zhichuan said, "It's just..."

He paused: It's just that those girls died in such a bleak way, their stomachs were full of heavy golden plants.So much so that when she finally closed her eyes, there was pain in her beautiful brows.

If such an appearance is seen by relatives, I am afraid it will be heartbroken, right?

"Don't frown."

Just when he was preoccupied, a cold and soft hand caressed between his brows.

Yin Zhichuan heard a low voice saying next to his ear: "You have already found the way home for them, so don't blame yourself or worry."

Xi Huai is really a very clever and intelligent person, he has a delicate heart, if he wants to, he can guess anyone's mind.

Even the comfort is so comforting.

Yin Zhichuan immediately smiled and said, "Okay."

These few days they have been busy and exhausted, and they have not been intimate for several days.

So Yin Zhichuan grabbed Xi Huai's hand, kissed between his fingertips and said softly, "Brother Zhichuan, do you want to?"

Xi Huai snorted slightly, and was about to pull out his hand with all his strength:

"Don't make trouble."

Yin Zhichuan watched as he turned his head to the table, leaning against the wooden table just below his waist and hips.

Because of turning sideways, the already extremely slender waist appeared extremely flexible.

Yin Zhichuan unconsciously moved his Adam's apple, opened his hand towards him, and said with deep eyes, "Come here."

"I hug."

However, Xi Huai smiled at him with his thin crimson eyes:

"No, you come here."

……

Yinzhichuan and Xihuai were side by side, and the window beside the bed was open, letting in wisps of fresh air.

When lying down, you can also see the stars in the sky outside the window.

Xi Huai quietly looked at the twinkling stars without speaking, Yin Zhichuan curled a strand of his long black hair and played with it between his fingers.

"Chasing face."

"Ok?"

"Why have I never heard you talk about your family?"

Yin Zhichuan asked casually, without paying attention, he just blurted out indiscriminately.

Xi Huai's side profile looked a little sweaty, because of the just after the affair, his pale complexion was also tinged with a trace of crimson.

It makes people feel as if the cold and unkind gods have finally been touched by the fireworks of the world.

He was quiet for a moment, and then replied quietly:

"There's nothing to say. Parents and sisters, both dead."

"Oh……"

Yinzhichuan replied: "That's the same as me."

He didn't hear the depression in Xi Huai's tone, and asked again: "Then do you want to see them? Have you ever dreamed about it?"

"..."

At this moment, Xi Huai was silent, and after a long time, he softly replied: "I dreamed about it before. Later... I didn't dream about it very much. I didn't dare to dream about it."

There are always people who do bad things and dare not face the old people who visit in their dreams.

In the long nights of childhood when the lights went on, in the dry and bright afternoons, the old voices and appearances of her sisters, parents, etc., have turned into a nightmare that Xi Huai dare not face.

He was afraid to see their calm and smiling faces, maybe they wouldn't blame him - his father told Xi Huai "to forget and live well" before he died, but this made him more painful.

Living alone is sometimes not luck, but the greatest misfortune.

I don't know when it started, Xihuai was no longer in that small courtyard in the dream, but was far away.

He watched his parents and sisters together, smiling happily in that small courtyard, but he didn't dare to approach them any more.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the insects were buzzing, Xi Huai lay down quietly for a while.

After a while he closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and then slowly moved towards Yinzhichuan.

Like some little animal that is afraid of the cold, he asks for warmth from the people around him:

"Kiss me—"

The thin boy said in a very low voice: "Yinzhichuan, kiss me again. I'm a little cold."

His life was cold and cold, and the sun never rose.But fortunately, someone used his deep love and enthusiasm to build him a never-closed safe haven——

Use a small security in this world to overcome all the sorrows that come from the turbulence.

At the same time, the hell that sees no light.

Yan Jin has been imprisoned for countless days. From the beginning when people came to interrogate him from time to time, to now when no one cares about him, he feels that he may have been forgotten.

After all, in such a huge capital of stars and fields, and such an unknowable hell, how many prisoners are "detained and awaiting trial" without guilt, and then locked up until the day they die.

——This is actually one of their methods.

Those high-ranking officials and nobles, in order to get rid of the people they hate, sometimes fail to catch them, so they use this method to make a false accusation, and then let them live in prison from then on.

His father...was also plotted against in this way?

Yan Jin thought aimlessly: It's just so ridiculous, their family was wiped out in the capital of the stars decades ago; decades later, he, the only one who escaped by chance, will also die here.

The smell of swill in the air, the sticky damp feeling, and the perpetual rattling sound of rats, Yan Jin found it unbearable at first, but now he is almost used to it.

"Young Master Li, Young Master Li?..."

Just as he was thinking this way, a boy's low voice came from the high skylight on one side of the prison wall.

Yan Jin felt that the voice seemed familiar, and when he looked up, he saw a young man in white clothes and boots, with a snow-white harrier sitting on the skylight, looking at him with his head tilted.

He had seen this young man when he was flipping through books at Yixitai, but after he was called by his name, the young man rolled over and disappeared laughingly.

until today again.

Leng Sichun still had such a submissive and docile look, even the posture of sitting on the window sill shaking his legs was exactly the same.

Only when you look carefully, you will find that he still seems a little silly.

"Young Master Li is suffering."

Leng Sichun touched the snow harrier's feathers and said softly.

Yan Jin looked at him coldly, and when he heard his real name being called out, a trace of hostility and sharpness flashed in his usually cold and gloomy black pupils:

"You know my identity? Who are you?"

"I'm here to rescue you."

Leng Sichun said softly: "Our Lord Hua said that you will be his friend."

"I don't know what Mr. Hua you are talking about."

However, Yan Jin said: "I don't need you to save me. I have my master, and he will take me out."

"Master..."

Leng Sichun murmured once, and then suddenly realized: "Ah, you mean Chu Yuan?"

Yan Jin didn't like his tone when he mentioned Chu Yuan, and immediately said impatiently: "Yes! So what?"

"How could he save you?"

But the young man smiled and replied: "In his heart, you are nothing."

You can talk about anything else, but you can't mention Chu Yuan.

This was almost Yan Jin's deathbed.

He immediately became furious and shouted: "It's not up to others to tell me what's going on between Master and me."

"What's more...he treats me so well, even if I pay with my life in the future, I will have no regrets, so how can it be 'nothing in his heart'!?"

"What a fool..."

Leng Sichun sighed softly, looking at Yan Jin with a hint of pity and sympathy.

"Don't you still know...?"

He moved his muscles and bones, and his thin and thin body shrank all of a sudden. He used the bone shrinking technique to pass through the iron bars of the skylight, and jumped in front of Yan Jin.

He looked at Yan Jin and said in an indescribable tone:

"Do you really think he is your master? No... It should be said, do you think he is just your master?"

"More than ten years ago, he was the one who caused you to fall into the abyss forever... His hands were stained with the blood of more than 270 people from your residence!!"