Half-dead paulownia

(Anling Guodu Wooden House)

Hold on to the time, imprison the memory, come and go in a hurry, only wish to sigh lightly, if there is an afterlife, would you love me?

"Feng'er, how is your body feeling these past few days?" Han Sha asked carefully.

"It's nothing serious, brother, when did you become so verbose?" Xiao Jinmo said jokingly, with a strong smile on his brows, as if the man who was full of thoughts had really gone forever.

"That's good, as long as there is no serious problem." Han Sha breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother, when are we going home? I miss my father a little bit." Xiao Jinmo said in a low voice.

"Sick of home? Let's go back tomorrow, okay?" The tone was full of discussion.

"Hmm!" Xiao Jinmo finally burst into that brilliant smile again, his nimble eyes were clear and spotless.

(Anling Imperial City Leshou Palace)

"Mingcheng, you look so tired these days." An Ruo sighed with concern.

"An Ruo, there is a huge crisis hidden behind the seemingly calm. It seems that a catastrophe is coming." An Lingmingcheng's deep eyes flashed a trace of anxiety.

"Mingcheng, I will always be by your side." An Ruo said resolutely.

"An Ruo, follow me, are you happy?"

"Mingcheng, I didn't understand what happiness and happiness are until I met you. Thank you for everything you gave me."

"It's been hard for you these days." An Ling Mingcheng stroked An Ruo's long hair and said lovingly.

"Compared to you, what do I do?"

"According to the secret letter from the capital of Huanzhao, this ghost gate has a great relationship with Ji Zhan!"

"My brother? He...he appeared?"

"I'm just suspicious. I also investigated secretly. If there is no mistake, do you remember the gang of assassins who assassinated Anling Yuhao back then?"

"That incident, if it wasn't for a child who rescued him, maybe Hao'er would have... But it also made his hair gray all night, and he couldn't fight the hysteria of blood."

"That's right, at that time we all ignored the assassin Li Nian who admitted the case."

"Could it be that he is?"

"Quizhan! The name of your senior brother after he lived in seclusion."

"What? Isn't that suicide? Why admit it instead of running away?"

"This also troubled us, and we also found out that the man who drew his sword and committed suicide on the day of Anling Yuhao's wedding was named Xiao Jinmo, and his father Xiao Su and Li Nian, also known as He Jizhan people with a close relationship."

"So, you suspect that they really have something to do with the ghost gate?"

"However, the close relationship does not necessarily mean that it is related to the ghost gate. The spies reported that Xiao Jinmo has not returned yet, and Xiao Su seems to have no knowledge of it. He thinks his son and his friends have gone out to study."

"This incident is naturally blocked, so it's not surprising that we don't know about it, but in times of crisis, no one who has doubts can be let go." An Ruo said thoughtfully.

"That's right, so I had to take strict precautions, but An Ruo, that frail man in the hall that day..." An Ling Mingcheng recalled carefully.

"I understand. There are only two people in the world who can compare with him for his calm demeanor, bottomless eyes, and gorgeous appearance."

"That's right, even if two people are so perfect, they can only be compared when put together." An Ruo couldn't help feeling emotional.

"It's a pity... Heaven is jealous of talents, he is not the only one who ended up in tragedy?" An Ling Mingcheng frowned.

"Mingcheng, do you think of Xuantian again?" An Ruo asked softly.

"Although it's all over, when I think of my own brother falling off the cliff in the end, with no bones left, I haven't even seen the last side. If he hadn't been asked to give up his position as the prince and hide in the capital of Huanzhao, if he could have done more Listen to some advice from me and turn back as soon as possible, or if I can end all this as soon as possible, everything will not end like this, my brother is really a failure!" An Ling Mingcheng roared in pain.

"Mingcheng, don't blame yourself. I don't blame you. I really don't blame you. No one can escape the shackles of fate. Anling Xuantian can't, and neither can Ling Han. We are powerless, aren't we?" An Ruo said fiercely. hugged Anling Mingcheng and said.

"That was a conspiracy. Knowing that he was punished by Xuantian, the crown prince of Anling, and accidentally falling off the cliff was just an excuse for them. Of course, a prince's death needs a high-sounding reason, but now I want to Unashamedly speaking and joining hands with Ling Han from Huanzhao Capital with a smile on his face, is this destiny?"

"We have no choice. All the agencies do their best to save the country. This is the reality. There is no absolute enemy or friend under the law of the jungle. Human strength is really small sometimes."

"An Ruo, do you think Xuantian is happy now?"

"He will be happy, because he has eaten all the pain in the world, and the only thing left is happiness." An Ruo took a deep breath, and a drop of crystal tears rolled down the corner of his eyes.

(Huanzhao Capital)

The gloomy clouds are bleak, the cold stars are sparse, and a lonely moonlight shines into the dim study room, soaking the melancholy deeply.

The lingering incense, the chaotic table, and the faint flickering of the candlelight, just such a handsome and imposing man leaning on his forehead lightly, his beautiful eyes trembling slightly, seems to be a sad memory or exhausted?Just that slightly frowning brow is enough to draw out a wisp of lonely cold smoke.

A warm coat was gently draped over his shoulders.

"Xuantian?" As if waking up from a dream in panic.

"Brother Huang, it's me!" A stern man replied lightly.

"Ling Su!" Gradually, Ling Han saw the reality clearly, his eyes changed from bright to dead silent in an instant, and then a wave of sadness flooded his whole body.

"You will never forget him, right?" Ling Su asked forcefully.

"You can't turn back, right?" There was no answer, but he asked back.

"He betrayed you and betrayed us."

"I also betrayed him and saved the world."

"If the body is gone, but the soul can always be remembered by you, then I really envy him."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Brother Huang, if one day I'm gone, will you always remember me?"

"Ling Su, what's wrong with you?" Ling Han asked puzzled.

"You haven't answered me yet."

"Of course I will, I will remember everything about you."

"What if I also made an unforgivable mistake like Xuantian?"

"Still keep your word."

"Brother Huang, I'm worth it too, as long as you know that everything is for you."

"Visit late at night, what's the matter?" Ling Han asked.

"How about Zi Ning?"

"What is certain now is that this matter was indeed done by people from the ghost gate."

"So? What are you going to do?"

"You can't force it, you can only outsmart it. I must rescue Zining, no matter how much it costs."

"Let me go!"

"No, we all know the ghost gate, I can't let you do such a risky thing."

"Brother Huang, your words are enough, don't you still believe in my strength?"

"Ling Su, anyway, I don't allow you to act rashly." Ling Han said resolutely.

"Hehe... Brother Huang, don't be so nervous, how is Xi'er doing?"

"Third brother, Xi'er has really grown up. Sometimes I feel that I am too old to keep up with young people. He really has your demeanor!"

"Brother Huang, you are not allowed to talk nonsense so easily." Ling Su said seriously.

"Third brother... okay, let's not take this as an example. I will let him secretly go to the capital of Anling to investigate some suspicious incidents."

"Doubtful?"

"That's right, it's about Zhan Zhan."

"Did the ghost gate develop rapidly back then?"

"Yes, it's him."

"That's it!" Ling Su responded thoughtfully, but there was a strange look in his eyes that could not be detected.

(Anling Imperial City, capital of Anling Kingdom)

In the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, the sky is still full of snowflakes, fluttering, and the pure white world is flawless. The dazzling white has pierced the eyes, but it clearly marks the erased face.

"Liu Meng, how are your preparations going?" An Ling Yuhao asked seriously.

"Little prince, you're ready." Liu Meng reconfirmed the items on his body.

"Okay, let's go." It was Anling Yuhao's usual firm tone.

"Little prince, have you really decided to do this?" Liu Meng asked again, hoping that Anling Yuhao would change his mind.

"As the prince of the capital of Anling, I can't let others look down on me. I want to establish my prestige and convince those foolish officials. This time it's not for personal grievances, but for my father and our country." An This is the first time Ling Yuhao has such a majestic spirit, it seems to be an oath to rule the world, with unstoppable power.

"Little prince, Liu Meng is willing to stand by your side forever." Liu Meng promised again as if infected.

"Thank you." Without too many words, a soft thank you showed the emotion of a man.

(Anling Imperial City Yonghuadu)

The heavy snowfall still cannot stop the hurried walk of pedestrians. The streets of Yonghuadu are always so lively, and the restless hearts cannot swallow the boundless loneliness.

"Brother, the market is still so lively in such a cold day!" Xiao Jinmo shrank her hands and stared at the street curiously.

"People have to live." Han Sha replied simply, but with a little helplessness.

"Huh? Brother, look, it's a mask seller!" While talking, he ran to the front happily.

"My lord, do you want to buy a mask? We have everything, everything. Seeing how beautiful you are, you should choose a scholar's mask."

"Hehe, I want to take a good look." Xiao Jinmo looked at it dazzledly, and suddenly his eyes were fixed on a mask, and his lips trembled slightly.

"My lord, do you want this?" The boss pointed to a scary mask with blue face and fangs.

"My lord, what's wrong, my lord?" Seeing that Xiao Jinmo didn't respond, the boss hurriedly asked.

"Boss, we have this, so we don't want to buy it. Feng'er, you must be hungry. Let's go to the tavern opposite to eat something, and bring some back to Uncle Xiao by the way." Han Sha felt that Xiao Jinmo's mood was not quite right. , quickly break the atmosphere.

"Brother, the wound is hurting again. I guess he must be hungry." Xiao Jinmo frowned, as if he was in great pain.

"Why do young people like these ugly masks?" Looking at their leaving backs, the boss muttered in a low voice.