The evolution history of blood and tears of the scum leader

As Murong Qi passed by, the dark intersection was brightened by lights, which also exposed the strange paleness on the man's face.The man's dark and gloomy eyes shone with a light that was similar to a daze, which looked a little abnormal.

The outsiders hadn't noticed it yet, but Meng Hu, who was walking beside him, noticed it with sharp eyes.

"Your Highness, it's getting dark and it's not suitable to walk at night, and the people protecting the princess are the elite of our county's palace, so there should be no problem. If something really happens, our people will rush back to report..."

Meng Hu's worry about Murong Qi was inexplicable, and Murong Qi's current appearance made him worry, so he couldn't help persuading him. After all, most of the power is now concentrated on Xue Yuyan. In his opinion, Murong Qi is even more worried. Dangerous, especially abandoning the well-protected and guarded palace and rushing in the middle of the night.

"Meng Hu! You stay and protect the county palace!"

Murong Qi's fast walking steps paused for a moment, but he ordered this sentence in a voice as cold as ice.

Meng Hu lowered his head subconsciously, not daring to meet those strange eyes burning with flames in the ice and snow: "Yes!"

Since Murong Qi had already decided on something, he couldn't persuade him any more.

After opening the back door, a group of well-equipped men and horses were already waiting outside. Murong Qi didn't say much, and walked to the front of a dark horse with an unusually handsome appearance, and got on the horse.

"Report..."

"Report, Your Highness, yes, there is news from the princess..."

A trembling cry, intermittent, with a little panting, blocked Murong Giti's stiff horse-riding movement, his body froze, motionless, almost absent-mindedly looking at the small scroll in the visitor's hand, lips It opened and opened, but it just couldn't make a sound.

He was very scared, very scared, this news was sent by Xue Yuyan, about Jun Tianyao, whether that man, the man he loved for so long, has disappeared, disappeared in the desolate and quiet Wan'an Temple , disappeared in his dry and cold life.

"Your Highness..."

"What are you doing, I am reporting to His Highness..."

Apparently, Murong Qi's indifferent demeanor gave the guards around him a false impression that he didn't intend to read the letter, the weapon in his hand was half unsheathed, and he looked at the messenger coldly, full of threats.

"Your Highness ordered me, if there is a letter from Wan'an Temple, you must come and report it immediately. What do you mean by blocking me!" "This..."

The righteousness of the attendants made the guards blocking the way look at each other. They turned their heads to look at the man in black sitting tall on the horse, wanting to give a clear order from Murong Qi, but the man remained silent, and the moonlight bloomed behind him. , wrapping the man's front body in a deep dark color.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the cloak quietly draped over his shoulders bulged, and with a bang, the black cloak whistling with the wind seemed to have attached a pair of ferocious wings to him, making people slap him subconsciously when they eyed each other. a shudder.

The cold wind blew over his cheeks, icy cold, the hand holding the rein tightened little by little, the rough rein tore a layer of skin on the palm, the stinging pain made Murong Qi awake instantly.

"Let him come here!"

These four words seemed to be contained deep in his throat, and he took the small scroll from the attendant's hand, and the corner of the scroll was smudged dark with sweat.

Murong Qi let out a suppressed gasp, and unfolded the small paper roll almost stiffly without any trembling fingers.

"If you want to save Xue Yuyan, come to Wan'an Temple alone!"

These ten words were magnified and magnified in his eyes, Murong Qi closed his eyes, and there was a sad smile on his lips, it was joy, but also deeper despair, it made people feel unbearable when they saw it.

Opening his eyes again, his eyes were already extremely calm, almost empty and indifferent: "It's a letter of safety from the princess to this king, go back!"

Turning over from the horse, he crushed the note into confetti in the palm of his hand. The black hem swept over the snow-white debris, fluttering, black and white clearly, as if foreshadowing some ominous information, but Meng Hu still had something behind him. The many guards who breathed a sigh of relief couldn't really predict anything.

The Rui County Prince's Mansion, which had been raucous in the middle of the night, regained its calm. Murong Qi calmly returned to his study room, and took out a box from the hidden compartment. The top-quality red sandalwood box was more than a foot long. I don't know how many.

After opening it, what was inside was the most inconspicuous things, handkerchiefs, colored paper, jade pendants, hairpins, wooden bowls, each of which could be seen to have been touched by people frequently.

The handkerchief with some dark traces was something that Jun Tianyao and him threw away after wiping the dirt for the first time, and the Phoenix jade pendant of poor quality was when he followed him and watched Jun Tianyao caress for a long time He didn't buy it either, he bought it secretly, he wanted to give it to him, but never had the chance, the simple and simple wooden hairpin was the first time Jun Tianyao was gentle to him, the small silver cup belonged to Jun Tianyao What his lips touched was a strand of broken hair, which was his extravagant wish, a kite that had been crushed by him, its original shape could not be seen at all, it was something Jun Tianyao gave to others, he was jealous and reluctant to throw it away , but gritted his teeth with hatred.

These things are his treasures, Murong Qi's hand brushes over these treasures little by little, in his eyes, there is unreservedly pouring out the deep affection that can cover the rivers and seas, so careful, so serious, the most difficult thing in life to let go.

Then, he took the copper basin from the outer shelf, and put the things in the sandalwood box into grids, and slowly, with great care, he piled them into the copper basin without hesitation.

He took down the lamp from the table, tore off the plain gauze covering it, leaned slowly, and let go, all his movements seemed to have been pre-set, so natural, so calm, his hands did not He trembled for a while, his eyes didn't have any shimmer, flames burst out all of a sudden, the first thing to burn was the colorful kite that he crumpled into a ball of colored paper, the beautiful flames slowly burned in the dark eyes, A group of more brilliant flames was burned, as if the flower of life was destroyed by the intensity.

The kite immediately burned to a mass of ashes, but other things were not so flammable, the fireworks that were still very enthusiastic just now seemed to be getting smaller and disappearing bit by bit, Murong Qi turned around and tore the precious plain paper from the table , rice paper, turned around and squatted down, and threw one by one into the brazier, the pungent smell of smoke entered his mouth and nose, and he didn't know how to cover it up, so he just squatted there and watched everything destroyed, the kite burned into flames. Ashes, hair burnt to smoke, only a corner of handkerchief left, hairpin turned to coke, jade pendant stained, brilliant fireworks, the price is the destruction of all good things.