Death Princess

The autumn wind blows down the last leaf, the winter solstice.

The sun set early today, leaving the bleak cold wind to the quiet night.

For some reason, the only window in the room was half-opened, and the cold wind pouring in from the window was in the same place as the warm stove around it, causing the airflow to turn the books on the desk and curl the hair of the people inside.The people in the room didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the alternation of cold and heat. She lay unconscious on the ground, repeating the only action—drinking wine.

He raised his head and poured the wine jug to his mouth, only to find that even the last jug of wine was empty at some point.

"Wine... come here... pull the wine..." The words spit out from the mouth seemed to be wrapped in a ball, so that the maids and guards outside the door could not figure it out after listening for a long time.

A young eunuch with a lively appearance slapped his head thinking he had figured out what Her Highness the Princess meant, turned around and was about to run to the wine cellar of the post station, but was frightened by Peng San's eyes and froze in place.After seeing the warning eyes of his companions around him and the flagons rolling all over the floor in the princess room, he realized belatedly that it wasn't that everyone really didn't understand what the princess meant, they were just pretending not to understand.

"Your Highness," at this time, Peng San had already walked to He Yi's side lightly, and picked up a few jugs on the ground, "There is no wine."

"Ah?" He Yi's eyes were cloudy, but it wasn't hard to see her dissatisfaction, "It's gone? Why is it gone?" This time, her words were very clear.

"Yes." Peng San lowered his gaze, hiding his expression.

"Then..." For some reason, He Yi shook his head and smiled, "You all go down, close the door, and let me be quiet. Don't let anyone in without order."

"Yes." With a salute, Peng San walked out of the room after waving his hand to ask someone to clean up the jug on the ground.Before closing the door, his eyes hesitated on the half-open window, but he didn't make any unnecessary movements.

When He Yi was really the only one left, she completely let go of her disguise, collapsed on the ground, and let the tears well out of her eyes.

Today is her birthday, but it is also the anniversary of the death of her father and mother.

On this day eight years ago, the killers in black ruined her tenth birthday in the heavy snow just like that, and even ruined almost all the good things in her life.Since then, on her birthday, there is no longer the laughter of the family, but only the sea of ​​swords and blood that can never be walked out of her eternal life.

Maybe it's because of getting a daughter when they are old. He Kunpal and his wife have always doted on their only daughter He Yi, holding them in their palms for fear of losing them, and keeping them in their mouths for fear of melting them. month, the husband and wife will try their best to do it.But all of this changed one day ten years ago. An imperial edict and an imperial decree changed everything.

He Yi still remembers how unwilling he was to move his family to the capital, and how his dad categorically rejected his plea for the first time.In the end, having nowhere to tell her grievances, she ignored Father's warning and quietly told Brother Hui and Sister Lu about going to Beijing.When Dad saw the Chao brothers and sisters appearing in the Shangjing team, the darkened expression at that moment seemed to be still in front of his eyes.

Only later did she realize that father knew that if the aunt found out about this, not only would she not return to the capital, but she would clean up all traces of He Kunpal and He Kunjin's lives, so he stopped him That imperial decree and all related news, for the sake of the so-called "royal orthodoxy" and for his emperor's younger brother, led the family on the road destined to be full of thorns.But I accidentally told my aunt's son and daughter what my father had concealed in every possible way.

But... thanks to this move.

After all, how could He Kunpal, who was full of annoyance when he saw the two Chao brothers and sisters, know that it was these two childhood playmates who came by accident and loved his daughter like relatives, and saved his daughter's life.

Overnight, He Yi's life was turned upside down. She changed from a carefree apple of the eye to an exiled princess who bears the hatred of her family and the country.At that time, when she was young, she couldn't get out of the heavy trauma in her life. After her parents left, brother Hui and sister Lu were seriously injured, she locked herself in the remote cabin of Jianzong. She didn't see anyone and didn't eat or drink. , just let the tears flow wildly until they can no longer flow.

The one who kicked open the door was brother Hui who was wrapped in gauze and only had his eyes outside.Later, He Yi found out that Qin Hui opened his eyes and rushed to his room regardless of his serious injuries after confirming that Zhao Lu was fine but had lost a lot of blood and hadn't recovered.

He Yi clearly remembered that brother Hui who kicked open the door walked in step by step.But she, who was in a state of confusion at the time, didn't notice, but screamed hysterically, picked up all the things within reach, and threw them at brother Hui.She thought she was back on that snowy night again, and brother Hui was the man in black who slaughtered her whole family with a knife.

"Don't...get out... Mommy...home...home is gone...it's gone...leave me...alone..." Regarding her madness, brother Hui neither stopped nor Hastily approached.He just stood three or four steps away from He Yi, waiting, and when she was tired from crying and crying, he slowly walked forward and hugged her in his arms.

"Silly crying bag, you are not alone, you and us, we are all your family." He said.

"No...you...I..." She shook her head.

It was at that time, when He Yi's mind was in a state of confusion, Brother Hui pulled out that silver-white streak of light from his own forehead.That light is beautiful and bright, it illuminates the dark cabin, and it becomes the lost light in He Yi's world.

"do you like it?"

"Yeah." He Yi, who didn't understand anything at the time, nodded foolishly.

"If you like it, then send it to you."

He Yi, who didn't understand anything at the time, accepted this precious gift.

Later, when the silvery white light entered her forehead, when she fell asleep for three days and three nights because of the light, and had a long, long dream, He Yi realized that it was the phantom feather, the spirit of brother Hui. feather.

And it wasn't until three years ago that He Yi discovered by accident that apart from establishing a master-student relationship, there is another situation in which the Spirit Clan gave spirit feathers to others, and that was...

A token of love.

Thinking of this, the spirit feather on his forehead flashed a silvery white light by itself.The drunken He Yi touched the spot of light on his forehead and smiled foolishly.

Brother Hui, is that taking advantage of others?

Brother Hui, sister Lu, they are the only relatives left in this world.It's not the kind of beneficial relatives between the royal blood, nor the strange relatives between himself and Leng Tong, but the real, close relatives that are better than blood.

That day, under the cedar tree, when he saw the seriously injured sister Lu again, He Yi's crying was not fake.At that time, for a moment, she felt as if she had returned to eight years ago, the ten-year-old He Yi who was powerless and could only watch her brother and sister get hurt for her...

Taking a deep breath, He Yi stood up unsteadily, and moved crookedly to the window, trying to let the cold wind outside the room wake her up from her drunkenness, but the white dots outside the window attracted her attention.

It's snowing, the first snow of the year.

It's snowing, and it's snowing again.It seems that this day is really related to snow.He Yi smiled wryly in his heart.

But at this moment, in a trance, she saw what shape the snowflakes in the sky formed.She rubbed her eyes in disbelief, but found that the shape hadn't disappeared.By accident, He Yi clumsily flipped out of the window and reached out to touch the snowflakes that formed an unknown shape.But the snowflakes seem to have spirituality, and they spread out the moment the hand is about to touch them, and spread on the ground, forming a silver-white road that is different in color from the snow next to it.

Silvery light, silvery road.

He Yi's heart skipped a beat, and he walked up.

She walked like that without any scruples, as if she didn't realize that the guards who were supposed to be guarding around the post under the arrangement of Prince Ping He Yupeng did not know when they disappeared.

She walked, walked out of the small courtyard, out of the station, into the mountains, the silvery white road seemed endless.But she was not in a hurry at all, she even enjoyed this process, hoping to keep going like this.Because, she is familiar with this silver-white light, she is familiar with this spiritual power.

At that time, an imperial decree from the emperor's uncle made King Suiping return to Beijing suddenly, and no one came to see him off. It would be a lie to say that He Yi was not disappointed.But today's He Yi is no longer the self-willed and simple girl she used to be. She is aware of all the entanglements between things. She understands that under the current situation, no matter what their identities, Qin Hui and Zhao Lu are not easy for everyone to see. appeared in front of her.

But tonight, when my own birthday and the anniversary of the death of my parents were gathered together, the silvery whiteness in the snow nourished He Yi's liver and intestines that had been burned by grief and wine, and warmed her heart that had been hardened by pain and cold. heart of.

Walking forward slowly, when he saw the light of the fire in the distance, He Yi's wine was already half awake under the agitation of wind and emotion.

"Hey, look who is here." She heard the familiar voice, "Isn't it our silly crying bag?" A warm coat was draped over He Yi's shoulders.

Turning his head slightly, He Yihong saw the person coming with his red eyes.

"Hey, don't cry again." Before the tears flowed, Qin Hui pinched the corner of He Yi's eyes with one finger, "If I take you crying, who knows what will happen to Little Lulu?" Random thoughts."

"Xiaolu... Sister Lu also...?"

"Well," Qin Hui nodded, "Silly Crying Bao's birthday, when did we both miss it? You can break into the palace, what is this inn guarded by King Xiaoping? Don't worry, I will throw Xiao Wuyou away The post station helped, and let him follow you on the way back to Beijing. With his ever-changing ability to act as a substitute for you, it will be more convenient for you, and I will feel more at ease. Besides, your birth date engraved on the royal jade is not Today, King Ping didn't go to your room in the middle of the night, even if he did, your four Fengyu guards didn't eat for nothing."

"I don't worry about this, I mean Sister..."

"Well," Qin Hui rubbed his chin, "she's fine, except that she can't bear your knife and palm from time to time, and has become a young master of Jianzong who has no internal strength. Oh yes, the young master of Jianzong has passed away. no longer exists."

"she……"

"It's a long story, but to make a long story short, it's Fengyuwei's good deeds. In short," he patted He Yi on the back, "you have to calm down in the future. If you ruin little Lulu, I will be your brother." It’s hard to do.”

"..." Then why does your tone sound like you still have some expectations?

The two of them talked and laughed as they walked, and the bonfire came in front of them.He Yi smelled the aroma, and saw Chao Lu, Ning Yuan and Wei Zhuoxuan who were roasting meat by the fire and chatting with each other.

. . .

At the same time, in the abandoned village by the Daotang River, Yao Jingyu stopped what she was doing and turned her gaze out of the window, "Ah, it's snowing."

Leng Tong belatedly raised his head from a pile of books: "It's snowing..." His gaze was long.

In the blink of an eye, late autumn has become the first snow.

These days, Zhaolu, are you okay?