"You are alone, where are you going?"

Xin Yue stopped and spoke in a soft voice, his words blurred by the snowy wind: "There is always somewhere to go."

"Where is that?"

Before Xin Yue could speak, Yan Zhan stretched out his arms and brought her in front of her. He stared at her little face and said, "Don't say anything that's none of my business. Can you give me a serious answer?"

"I..." Under his slightly forcing gaze, Xin Yue was at a rare loss for words.

Another snowflake flew and fell, and thick snow accumulated on the ground, like a huge quilt, airtightly wrapping up many emotions. There were plum blossoms spinning, melting into the faint silver, and there was a sound of falling to the ground.

A rustling sound. This world seems to be exceptionally silent.

Yan Zhan held Xin Yue's hand without letting go, and Xin Yue was well-educated and did not let go. However, he found that Yan Zhan was looking at her but did not speak for a long time, and Xin Yue frowned impatiently.

"The sky is big and the earth is big. If there is no place to go, just follow me and go to my place..."

"Is your home a shelter? Or a medical center that treats stray cats and dogs?" Before Yan Zhan could finish speaking, Xin Yue forcibly opened his hand, with dark eyes like jade and a pale face.

"You know that's not what I meant. I didn't say that just to pity you..."

"So?" Xin Yue raised his eyebrows, his face still as calm as ice.

"I……"

What suddenly appeared in front of us were those scenes from many years ago. Their parents died tragically under the brutality of the invaders. There were many children like him who were displaced and cried all day and night, but prayed for the sunshine that would not bring their families rebirth.

What left a deep impression on him was that when he was twelve years old, he witnessed an atrocity of killings by outsiders in a village. He was living in that village at the time, and saw a couple from his neighbor's house brutally killed by a knife, but he narrowly escaped with his life.

Later, I saw the couple's young son by a mountain stream. At that time, the young son followed his master up the mountain to collect medicine and survived. The unknowing nine-year-old son saw him and said in a sweet voice:

"Brother Yan, why did you come up the mountain today? How are my father and mother doing? Really, it's not cute at all. Those two guys must have missed me a lot when they sent me to this mountain. Do you regret it?

Are you going to leave this little cutie like me to Master?"

The child's eyes were sparkling, his expression was naughty and cunning, and his mischievous words clearly concealed his longing for his parents.

"Haha, master will take me down the mountain tomorrow. When I get home, I can eat the sweet potato rice dumplings made by my mother. It's delicious. Brother Yan, you can come too."

At that time, without saying anything, Yan Zhan stretched out his hand, rubbed the child's tender earlobes, raised the corners of his lips, and nodded slowly. At the same time, tears slid down from his eyes and along the grass blades.

, rolled into the stream on one side.

The stream leads to the Bianxi River, and there are hundreds of corpses floating in that river, including two corpses that belong to the children's parents.

The poor bones by the river are like those in a spring boudoir dream.

At that time, Yan Zhan thought too much, about the tragic death of his parents, about the unhappy death of the simple villagers who took care of him in this village, about those ferocious and lawless invaders, about

Those miserable scenes of mourning people everywhere, I thought of the children crying day and night, and I thought of my helpless feeling of being forced to have no way out again.

If you weren't extremely desperate, how could you spend your whole life just throwing eggs at rocks, looking at death as if you were going home, and giving it a try?

The snow falls slowly, and the sound of falling to the ground is as light as a feather.

Over the years, time has turned upside down, the world has gone backwards, and people have become ephemeral.

"Happiness that is hard to come by was easily destroyed. At that time, reality forced me to have no way out, so I wanted to take up the knife and get rid of those who hurt me and my compatriots. Otherwise, no matter how glorious my life is,

I will always feel regretful, not to mention that I am now a highly respected minister, taking the emperor's salary and worrying about the emperor. I should also save the people from water and fire, and save the people from hanging upside down. On the shore of the South China Sea, demons are dancing in chaos. I must work hard to clarify the situation there.

The land, and the peace and security of the people." He suddenly let out a long sigh, and there was a vicissitude in his eyes that Xin Yue could never understand. Then he continued to look at her and said seriously, "I know all this.

Tan, but I still want to try. Xin Yue, the road ahead is difficult, are you willing to accompany me and fight for the rest of your life?"

The snow is falling, the ground is white everywhere, and the bright red plum blossoms are dancing and falling, like blood dripping from the tip of the heart, so shocking.

When he looked at her, his eyes were very clear, like melted ice and snow, so clean that there was no trace of impurities.

Xin Yue's eyes moved slightly, and they were like water waves, with layers of ripples. She pursed her lips, lost all pretense, and whispered with a trace of sincere apology:

"Yan Zhan, I'm sorry."

The mountains in the distance overlap one another, and everywhere the ground is stained with frost, and the snow is as white as brocade. When Xin Yue's white boots came across the road, the creaking sound under his feet sounded like a sound to the ears of the independent man in the snow.

A string of broken notes, accompanied by the sound of heavy snow falling to the ground, sounded lonely and cold.

She crossed his side and walked towards the front, her back slender, like a determined Mei.

A wry smile flashed across Yan Zhan's lips. Between heaven and earth,

Don’t you mean that you hate the Dutch? Don’t you want to do your best to protect something?

So why, reject his proposal?

Is it because... you can't let go of that person? Is it because you're afraid that being by his side means being the enemy of that person?

Or, do you still have some expectations for that person, don't want him to misunderstand, and wait for the day to rebuild the old relationship?

In the room, Xin Yue patted the snow on his body and hair, changed into a milky white coat, and his skin looked more delicate and beautiful.

Raising her hand, there were bruises on her hand, which was as white and smooth as mutton fat. You could see how hard Yan Zhan held her hand.

"Idiot, it's not good for you to have anything to do with me."

Xin Yue shook his head and smiled, the corners of his mouth looking slightly lonely.

Later, Xin Yue's door was suddenly knocked open, and Cheng Yuan hurriedly caught up. He looked very panicked, with big beads of sweat falling down. Fortunately, he was of excellent quality.

He forced himself to calm down, apologized to Xin Yue and said quickly:

"Girl, come with us quickly, Chu Zhiling's people are here."

"What...what?" Xin Yue's pupils shrank, and her voice showed a slight panic. However, she quickly ordered herself to calm down, pursed her lips, and then said, "How many people are here in total?"

"The exact amount is not clear, but it is estimated that there are thousands of people."
Chapter completed!