Sparrow dream dance

She never thought that wolves would obey people's orders.

The woman in white shirt flicked her sleeves lightly, and those wolves carried Murong Yan and others, rushing out of the dense forest without stopping.

The gust of wind passed by, and the wind and sand were raised.

Soon I saw the rolling desert not far away, and there was a huge boulder standing between the jungle and the yellow sand, like an excellent boundary marker.

The moment she passed by the boulder, a strange and hot force suddenly penetrated her, making her heart shudder.

"Stop!" Murong Yan couldn't help but grab the wolf fur under her body, and shouted, "Stop!"

But even though the wolf bared its teeth and growled in pain, it still didn't stop.

She widened her eyes, turned her head suddenly, and watched the three characters originally engraved on the boulder gradually mottled, peeled off, and then disappeared with the yellow sand. . .As if it never existed.

But Murongyan knew that she was not wrong, and she would not be wrong.

Over the years, the place she has been looking for - Wangyou Town.

It turned out to be here!

She just kept turning her head and looking back.

She didn't turn her head until the scenery behind her gradually turned into a vast expanse of yellow sand.

She suddenly felt very sad.

Because this place is a place where a girl has always dreamed of living with the two of herself.

But now, she lost that girl again.

But the saddest thing is that even the girl is still there. . .

However, she already understood that at this moment, she might not be able to fulfill the promise she made to her at the beginning.

The two girls who rode side by side with Murong Yan remained silent all the time, neither of them spoke.

In fact, during the two days after Murong Yan was bitten by that big snake, they didn't speak much between each other.

Most of the time, they were locked in a dark hut.

There is only a small gap, and a few rays of moonlight can come in.

Su Wan kept walking around the room.Nervous, fearful, strange, helpless. . .Tortured her endlessly.

Yes, she was terrified of being locked up.

Because, that would easily remind her of some painful memories.

So she had no choice but to keep walking, talking about Murong Yan's safety incessantly.

But Mayatong stood quietly under the faint moonlight and did not answer.

Looking through the small slit, she found that the outside world was not much brighter than this hut.

After a long time, Su Wan finally lost her composure, and said to Mayetong who was standing motionless, "Aren't you worried about her?"

Mayetong still didn't speak, and it took a long time before she heard her say quietly, "Your worries are of no use to her."

Su Wan was taken aback for a moment, then frowned, and asked, "Could it be useful to stand there like you?"

Mayetong turned around, stared at Su Wandao, and said quietly, "No, you haven't understood yet."

She paused thoughtfully, her voice became softer and weaker, "Some people don't have to do anything, but they will always be remembered by that person... But some people, even if they do everything, But they can’t even see that person’s eyes. Because some people still don’t understand, sometimes the more they do, the more mistakes they make. It’s not that the things they do are wrong, but the people are wrong.”

Su Wan twisted up the corner of her clothes unnaturally, bit her lip and asked, "What exactly do you want to say?"

Mayetong smiled lightly and said, "I know why you insist on following her, and what you and your father want her to do. But I tell you this because I really pity you. You are in Yan The palace has been around for a while, so you should know the current situation of that concubine Xiao, so even if you can really get your wish and marry into the harem, you will be nothing more than the second concubine Xiao."

"But it's because I really pity you..."

Hearing this, Su Wan's face turned red and white, and she didn't hear what Mayetong said.

The sentence just kept echoing in my mind, "But it's because I really pity you..."

She gritted her teeth fiercely, but there was still a flash of Murong Xuan's terrifying grinning face that night when she was imprisoned in the inner palace. .Obscene clothes torn to shreds. . .Hold down your iron fist. . .Bed curtains shaking violently. .And those intermittent nightmare-like words. .

"You like Murong Yan, huh?"

"Unfortunately, you have no chance."

"Listen, I really feel sorry for you, that's why I favor you!"

I really pity you. .

I really pity you. .

I really pity you. .

"I don't need your pity!" Su Wan couldn't help shouting out, and the memory of fear and shame that had been buried deep in her heart for a while came back to her heart.She tried her best to hold back the sobs in her throat, but she couldn't restrain the trembling of her body.

Mayetong was startled by the ruthless look in Su Wan's eyes, so he stopped talking.

It was less than a year from when Emperor Yan Jing made the decree to lower the marriage to when he was arrested and thrown into the palace for the second time.

But during this period, the various mental and physical tortures that Su Wan experienced were enough to make this 16-year-old girl gradually move away from her previous pure and peaceful mind, and something oppressive and dark slowly awakened and grew up in her heart. . . .



The speed of the wolf is the fastest among all beasts.

However, it was no match for her eagerness to return to the palace.

But she is still too late.

It has been snowing in Yanjing.

Murong Yan's eyes were stung by the shocking Bai Shengsheng, except for the ruthless and cold snow, what really made her grieve were those white linen clothes and those dark paper and green candles.

She came back at night, but there was no moonlight or starlight, only snow, endless snow. .

The cold wind blows across the earth, as if weeping.

Her boots were worn out long ago, her toes stuck out from the toes, and her feet were covered with blood blisters and chilblains, overlapping.The robe on his body was also in tatters, and his hair was scattered over his shoulders.

She simply took off her boots and walked barefoot on the thick snow, step by step, leaving two rows of deep footprints.

Her light eyes looked like a knife in the night, a knife that was bleeding.

No one dares to stop her, her world is still hers, but what about that beauty?

What about the beauty who has been waiting for her all this time?

Carved jade is the coffin, and Wenzi is the coffin.

In front of the mourning hall, Xue Yi stretched out his arms to stop her, "Your Majesty..."

He choked with sobs, the tiger's eyes glowed with crystal light, he lowered his voice again, and sighed heavily, "Brother Mu, the dead are gone, the living should be like this."

But she didn't seem to hear, and pushed Xue Yi's arm away expressionlessly.

The frost on the soles of her feet melted into water on the floor tiles. She walked slowly, and every step was heavy, one step after another, leaving two rows of wet marks.

Scattered drums sounded in the distance, as far away as the sound of tears falling on dry grass.

She leaned down and stared quietly.

The flickering candlelight reflected on that beautiful and pale face of the peerless beauty. She was lying in it so quietly, with a faint smile on her lips. It is the most beautiful scenery in the world.

Murongyan stared blankly, and shed tears silently. It wasn't until the tears fell on Leng Lange's fair cheeks that she realized that the tears she shed were blood tears.

She held her breath and gently wiped the tear from her cheek.

When touching her face with fingertips, the tentacles were cold.

She finally revealed a look of extreme pain, and said in a hoarse voice that only she could hear, "Why didn't you wait for me? Why didn't you wait for me? You know... I still have a lot to say to you... "

The wind was howling and the lamp was fluttering, but no one answered her.

In the silent Spirit Hall, there was no more sound.

After an unknown amount of time, Murongyan slowly stretched out her hands, gritted her teeth, and took out the lifeless Leng Lange from the coffin.

When the people who were guarding outside the hall saw it, they were shocked and rushed into the hall, shouting,

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! What are you doing?!"

"Your Majesty, please calm down! Put down your empress!"

"The dead are the greatest, you... You are disrespectful to the empress by doing this!"

"This place is not suitable for her." She said hoarsely, hugged Leng Lange tightly and walked straight out of the hall.

Suddenly, a small white figure rushed in, rushed straight in front of Murong Yan, punched and kicked her continuously,

"Let go of my queen! Let go of my queen!"

"Your Highness! You must not be rude to the emperor!" An attendant behind him panickedly tried to dissuade him, but was forced back by Murong Yan's sharp eyes.

She stared at the handsome boy whose little face was covered with tears, and let him vent, but remained motionless.

After a long time, the boy was beaten to the point of exhaustion, but he continued to curse at Murong Yan with tears in his voice, "You are not the emperor! You villain, put down my mother and queen! I know you are the one who killed my father." Emperor, now that you have killed my mother, you are not worthy to be my uncle at all! You are my enemy! I hate you so much!"

Alas, paper can't contain fire after all. During the period when Murong Yan left the palace and Leng Lange was dying, the young prince Murong Siyan still learned all the 'truth' from the palace people who were good at fanning the flames.

I saw the color in Murong Yan's eyes dimmed and dimmed. After a long silence, I said in a hoarse voice, "You are right, I am indeed your sworn enemy. But your mother will never die. , even if everyone dies, she will not die."

Si Yan was taken aback when he heard the words, and when he came back to his senses, Murongyan had already moved outside the hall like a gust of wind.

She had bare feet that had already turned purple from the cold, but her steps were so fast that no one could catch up to her.

She was originally the ruler of the Forbidden City, but now she looks like a down and out beggar.

But her shallow eyes, those unique amber eyes in the world, still carried the last gleam of brilliance.

Deep Palace, Zhaolan Palace.

She bent down and placed her very carefully on her former bed.

She stared at her, and the beautiful woman lay quietly like this, as if she was just sleeping quietly.She suddenly remembered that a long time ago, she always liked to come to Zhaolan Palace to find herself.She likes women's reds very much, and often embroiders many sachets and ornaments for herself. It seems that she stayed up late at night, so she often falls asleep without warning when she touches her bed.

She was sleeping soundly, just like she is now.

No, not even a little bit.

She stood up abruptly, turned around and walked into the courtyard.

The tall pear tree stood bare and bare in the huge hall, with a thick layer of snow on the branches. When she stood still, some snow flakes fell from the branches one after another. It became ice.

She squatted down, pushed through the deep snow, then dug through the mud, and dug out the sandalwood box.

Gently taking out the old plum blossom hairpin, she quickly walked back to the bedroom.

She didn't realize that in the corner of the snow-white courtyard, there was a snow-white wolf perfectly integrated between the sky and the earth, watching her quietly.

She is familiar with every palace, every plant and every tree here.

Just because a long time ago, a man told her that he wanted to take her back to the palace.

A squirrel hovered down from the sky, landed on the ground in a hurry, and turned into a girl in yellow.

"Why did she take that hairpin?" The white wolf also turned into a woman in white, and asked calmly, "Is that a treasure that brings the dead back to life?"

"I don't know." Huang Que said, "I only know that this is the first and only token she gave her before."

The woman in white was slightly startled, looked up and saw that Murong Yan had entered the hall and was sitting gently on the bed.

I saw that she very gently inserted the plain hairpin in her hand into the hair of the woman lying on the couch, then lowered her head and brought her thin lips close to the woman's ear, moving slightly a few times.

Bai Zi's girl's pupils shrank, and by reading her lips, she saw that what Murong Yan said was, "Do you know, every time I am about to die, I see you like this."

Seeing her take out the glass vial filled with golden snake bile from her bosom, she took a deep look at the woman's tightly pursed lips, opened the bottle without hesitation, and drank all the black bile inside.

She and her lips were pressed tightly together, and in an instant, the body was covered by a layer of black mist, which could not stop dying.

She thought that the woman in white had already penetrated three lives and seen through the six realms, but she had never seen such a decisive kiss in the world.

"No!" The girl in yellow screamed and rushed in.

The woman in white couldn't bear it anymore, flew into the hall, grabbed Murong Yan by the back of the collar, pulled her away forcefully, and scolded, "Are you crazy! This bile is highly poisonous!"

"I know..." Murongyan's lips had turned black and purple, but she didn't seem surprised when she saw the woman in white. She smiled with difficulty, "But this is the only antidote to save her, isn't it? If it works ...she can live...if it doesn't work...at least, I can say 'sorry' to her personally below...if it wasn't for me, she wouldn't have died..."

Her face was getting grayer and her voice was getting softer.

"Stop talking!" The girl in yellow yelled anxiously, "Grandma! Please save her!"

The woman in white looked at her calmly, and said in a cold voice, "You Murong family, all of you are lunatics."

After speaking, she took a deep breath, and a white mist curled up from her body.

Murong Yan struggled and widened her eyes, just now, where the beautiful woman in white was standing, a snow-white wolf appeared, but the wolf's eyes were as cool and cold as the woman in white.

In the next moment, a more dazzling white light was bred around the wolf, which made Murong Yan unable to open his eyes.

At some point, the wind and snow outside seemed to have stopped.

It was as if all the pain was melted away by the warm white light.

Wandering in the white light, Murong Yan felt an incredible feeling all over her body, as if someone close to her was stroking the wounds all over her body.

The white light slowly ended, and Murong Yan slowly opened her eyes.

I saw the woman in white standing precariously, and the girl in yellow supporting her, but her originally glamorous face suddenly aged several decades, crow's feet crawled up the corners of her originally smooth eyes, and her originally black hair turned gray .

"Listen, if you dare to let down the people I have worked so hard to save, I will teach you that the mountains and rivers will be broken, and you will be in a dilemma of life and death!" She coughed heavily and said sharply.

Murong Yan shuddered when she heard the words, and then she turned her head abruptly, only to see that the woman on the bed had blood slowly blooming on her lifeless face, and her pale lips gradually turned bright red.

In the great joy and shock, she couldn't speak a word.

But at the bottom of his heart, he already understood the true identity of the woman in white in front of him.

I am so stupid, when I see those wolves, I should think of it.

She is the person my grandfather has been looking for for decades——

Yingying, the saintess of Sirius City.