Bai Yueguang, the stand-in for Prince Sick Jiao

The wind and snow outside did not stop, and the lantern under the eaves flickered in and out in the cold wind.

Ling Youyao seemed to have slept for a long time this time, half asleep and half awake, she heard the whistling wind stop, and there was a silence in her ears, there was no one here.

Youyouran opened her eyes, and there was darkness in front of her eyes. The cold snowflakes brushed her cheeks, and then fell to the ground. Looking around, she found a circle of corpses lying around her feet.

Is this a dream?

She was slightly stunned, trying to wake herself up, but when she opened her eyes again, everything around her suddenly brightened.

Looking up, I saw billowing beacon smoke rolling snowflakes towards the sky, the flag with the eagle on it was hunting in the wind, and the huge shadow almost covered half of the sky.

Ling Youyao recognized this flag—it was the totem of Beidi.

Realizing this, she suddenly panicked, stepped over the corpse lying in front of her, and walked outside quickly.

The clash of swords and swords was accompanied by screams, but it was only a hundred steps away, but it seemed like a long time.

Although the north wind was bitter, Ling Youyao was sweating all over, she squeezed her palms tightly, hearing the voice getting closer, she felt more and more uneasy.She was afraid that the person outside would be Fu Mingjue, and even more afraid that that nightmare would come true.

The snow seemed to be endless, falling non-stop, blurring her vision, and she could only see a figure standing in the vast snow, and countless corpses under his feet.

"Fu Mingjue" Ling Youyao stared at him in a daze, unable to take another step.

The white snow was dyed bright red, and he stood facing the wind, like a strong pine in the snow, even though the wind and snow broke it, he did not move halfway, even the long sword that pierced his chest was gradually blurred by the snow.

Ling Youyao opened her lips, her throat seemed to be blocked, she couldn't make a sound, only tears rolled down her cheeks.

How can he die?
The snow in front of her eyes was getting bigger and bigger, and she couldn't move forward anymore. It was obviously just an ordinary heavy snow, but it completely separated them.
The coolness invaded the bones, and Ling Youyao was extremely hot. She closed her eyes tightly, as if she was enduring great pain.

It was already late at night, and there was only a weak lamp lit in the room, so there was no warmth at all.

Fu Mingjue wiped away the tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes, closed his palms together, and wrapped her hands in them, wanting to give her more warmth by doing this.

The Zongzheng Temple was bitterly cold, and in the past it was still able to barely get by, but now in winter, life is much more difficult.He can withstand the biting cold, but Ling Youyao can't.

He watched Ling Youyao weeping in her sleep, wondering if it was because she was uncomfortable, or had another nightmare?

The snow outside was gradually getting smaller, and when Ling Youyao woke up in a daze, she subconsciously touched her side.

As soon as he moved, Fu Mingjue opened his eyes, grabbed her hand, and asked, "Are you awake? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Ling Youyao's mind was a little confused, she couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality, she didn't answer, she just reached out to hug him, like the joy of regaining something lost, and also like a nostalgia that can't be expressed in a thousand words.

Fu Mingjue raised his hand to press her forehead, it was still a little hot, but when he was about to get up, he suddenly felt wetness in his arms.

She said, "Fu Mingjue, I had a long, long dream."

Fu Mingjue paused slightly, only to hear her continue to say: "In the dream, I have no parents, no brothers and sisters, only me and everyone dislikes me, and they will lock me in a dark room until My voice is hoarse from crying, and the door will open. In fact, I am not afraid of the dark at all, but I am afraid that I will be left alone in the end.”

"Later, I left there, traveled many places alone, and met many people. They were very kind to me, but I can't remember their names, and I can't even remember their appearance."

"Do you know? When I first married into the palace, I was always afraid of you, not because of my sister, but because one day in the future, I will die with you."

Hearing this, Fu Mingjue couldn't help tightening his hand on her back.

She held back her tears and continued: "You may not believe it, but I knew your ending a long time ago. The queen died of illness, Fu Ya entered the palace as a concubine, it snowed heavily, and the country will be in chaos. Defeated and slayed himself, and died under Beiming's sect"

Hot tears wetted her shirt, and even her breathing was hot. She couldn't bear the churning pain in her heart, and she fell into his arms and cried bitterly.

Such a nightmare was too real, as soon as she closed her eyes, she could see Fu Mingjue dying in the rain of arrows.

Her thin shoulders twitched slightly, and her suppressed crying made people feel sad.

Fu Mingjue's eyes were slightly focused, and after a long time, he patted her on the back and softly comforted her: "Don't be afraid, it's just a dream."

Hearing this sentence, her tears flowed even more fiercely: "Why don't you understand? I, I am not—"

"Stop it," Fu Mingjue interrupted her, staring into her eyes that were red from crying, "That was just a dream, no matter what happened in the dream, at least now you are just Ling Youyao, the wife that Mingmei is marrying .”

"How could you do this?" She had guessed everything, but still willingly admitted it. How could she be willing to let go?
Fu Mingjue gently hugged her into his arms, pressed her forehead and said: "Those you forget are only what you should forget, and the things that remind you will truly belong to you. Yao'er, I never believe that Ghosts and gods, but I believe what you say. The past has passed, and as for the future you said - I can't promise you, but I promise you, we will all live well."

Seeing the seriousness and tenacity in his eyes, Ling Youyao was sobbing and couldn't say a word.

The snow fell outside the window without a sound, and the howling north wind also stopped at this time, and everything in the world was quiet, except for her sad and weak sobbing lingering in the cold night.

She finally told the secret hidden in her heart through the nightmare, and everything fell with the snow, and was finally buried in the dust.

Ling Youyao burned the whole night, and cried for a long time, until dawn, before falling into a drowsy sleep.

When Fu Mingjue was changing her clothes, he heard her trembling breathing, and couldn't help but lighten his eyes a little, soothed her slightly frowning brows, and then pulled away and left.

The snow in front of the court was already half a foot deep, but the snow in the sky was still falling, and the ground was covered with innocence. The sycamore tree in the courtyard was also covered by heavy snow, and had to hang down its branches.

The imperial guards guarding outside the Zongzheng Temple also withdrew a lot due to the heavy snow, and those who stayed behind also hid in the room to warm up.

When Jiang Zhou came, they waved their hands and let him in without even raising their eyelids.

Fu Mingjue stood in the corridor, saw him coming, turned around and walked into the main hall.

Jiang Zhou shook off the cold air from his robes and followed, put down the food box, and said with a serious face: "My lord, something happened in Tongzhou."