All the members are villains, and she just wants to show off when she is dressed as cannon fodder.

"Then why, I feel very close to you when I see you. When I see you cry or see you sad, I will also feel sad.

…I always feel like I’ve seen you somewhere…”

Yuan Tong'er slowly approached Cen Huan, her heart felt a dull pain as if it had been suddenly cut out with a knife, as if it was the memory of this body. Her voice also trembled.

"...Your surname is not Cen, and my surname is not Yuan...right?"

"!"

A suppressed and painful sigh seemed to be extracted with difficulty from the depths of Cen Huan's soul.

Her red eyes were instantly filled with tears, and large crystal tears rolled down her pale cheeks.

The heart belonging to this body suddenly tightened again, and Yuan Tong'er couldn't help but reach out, wanting to hug the person in front of her.

But Cen Huan avoided it.

"Go quickly! Go west, to the Western Mountains. Never go back to Shangjing again!"

She pushed Yuan Tong'er, her voice trembling, as if she would collapse at any time.

Yuan Tong'er clenched her fists, and her heart was as if it was separated from herself at this moment. But her reason told herself that she had to leave!

"Jiaojiao!"

Cen Huan's voice came from behind again, and Yuan Tong'er turned around.

The snow under her feet was stirred up, flying like flowers and broken jade, which fascinated her eyes.

Cen Huan's black dress bloomed like blood flowers in the snow, and it instantly filled her arms, with the sweet fragrance of gardenias hitting her nostrils.

Yuan Tong'er was stunned, and Cen Huan hugged her.

"Live well...never remember who you are again..."

……

The snow in the open fields on the outskirts of Beijing is neither thick nor thin, and is as loose and soft as a big white carpet.

An urgent sound of horse hooves came from far and near.

On top of the leading horse, a sharp indigo robe seemed to be soaked in ice.

Qu Baiyu sat on the horse and tightened the reins. The horse underneath him was wheezing and panting, as if it was more restless than its master.

"Where's Yuan Tong'er?"

Qu Baiyu's voice was filled with a rare chill.

Cen Huan stood alone in front of everyone's horses, his clothes rustling in the wind.

She pulled out the silver sword at her side, and the sword blade scraped against the scabbard, making a chilling clang sound.

Qu Baiyu narrowed his eyes and looked at her. The guards behind him had all drawn their sabers, and a fierce battle seemed inevitable.

Suddenly, Cen Huan raised his sword above his head with both hands and knelt on the ground, "Your Highness, let her go!"

The horse under his crotch was pacing back and forth, snorting hot air. Qu Baiyu's eyes were cold, "Let her go? Are you wronging her by staying with me?"

Cen Huan raised his head and met his gaze, his red eyes full of determination. "What Your Highness wants to do, Cen Huan alone is enough! Cen Huan just wants to ask His Highness not to use her anymore... As long as His Highness lets her go, Cen Huan's life belongs to His Highness!"

"use……"

Qu Baiyu snorted coldly, forcing himself to be indifferent but unable to hide the evil aura in his black eyes, "When did I, the king, take advantage of her?"

Cen Huan gritted his teeth, "Long Street Assassination...didn't His Highness just use her as bait?"

"Sister Huan'er!"

Cui Xiaoyi wanted to interrupt her, but was a step too late. Looking back at Qu Baiyu, his face was blue, his eyebrows were stern, and the veins in his hand holding the reins were bulging.

"Cen Huan, this is the second time you have disobeyed me! Get out of the way!"

Qu Baiyu said.

Cen Huan held the silver sword tightly and raised his body, looking at Qu Baiyu with a cold look.

"No."

Under the leaden sky, a black dress stood in front of the fierce horse. The cold wind suddenly picked up, blowing up her thin dress, and the red lining flew with the wind, like a flaming red flower in full bloom.

……

Yuan Tong'er ran for a long time day and night, and ran to a strange small town.

Although there are teahouses and restaurants here, the scale is obviously not on the same level as in Shangjing City.

Suddenly coming to a strange place, Yuan Tong'er felt a little uncomfortable and found a pleasant teahouse to sit down and rest.

The winter wind was always biting. She gathered up her clothes. She came out in a hurry and the clothes were still a little thin. I found a sheltered place and sat down.

Suddenly there was a sound of wake-up wood, and a ringing sound came from the small stage in front of the tea house.

Are there any storytellers? Yuan Tong'er looked over with interest.

The gauze curtains on the stage fell down layer by layer, and the storyteller was hidden among them. His true appearance could not be seen, but he seemed to be a young man in green clothes.

The young man put Xingmu aside, and his voice was like spring water on a high mountain, making people listen to it like cleansing a tired soul.

He told a story about a fairy in the Nine Heavens. It was probably a fairy who took leave to go home because his old wife was giving birth.

After he came back and resumed his duties, the Emperor asked the god why he had taken leave. The god replied honestly that there was a new addition to the family.

The Emperor of Heaven was very happy and said that he had also given birth to a son the day before. Since the two sons were born on the same day, it was a great fate. He said, "I am so happy with you!" and asked the immortal to bring the child over to him and his wife.

Yuan Tong'er felt that this story was very familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere. He became even more interested in this story and listened attentively.

The young man behind the gauze spoke energetically and in an ups and downs, although there were occasional odd words. They were mostly in vernacular, and it was not difficult for Yuan Tong'er to listen to them.

The story goes that the fairy was ordered to take the child to the heavenly palace. A female fairy came to greet him, but he took the child in alone on the pretext that the inner palace was a very important place and foreign ministers were not allowed to enter.

Although the fairy had doubts, he did not dare to disobey the order, so he handed the child over to the female fairy.

Everyone couldn't help but sigh when they heard this, and they all talked in low voices, guessing that it might not be a good thing for the fairy to take the child away alone.

Some say that this is the way it is in the palace, everything is done according to the rules and there is nothing suspicious;

Some people said that since foreign ministers were not allowed to enter, why didn't they make it clear early in the morning and let the female family members bring them?

Others said that the female fairy was probably just a sex trafficker!

The storyteller on the stage seems to be at ease, waiting for the audience's conclusion. After a long time, he finally spoke: "Since you are interested, you might as well make a bold guess. If I'm not talented, I would like to use all the money I got today as a bet. If anyone guesses correctly, these... will all be hers!"

As he spoke, he pushed a bag full of silver to the outside of the table.

Suddenly, everyone who speculated became even more excited.

Such a big bag of money is something that ordinary people may not be able to earn in a year. Now you can get it by just guessing, and your interest in participating is instantly high.

Everyone expressed their guesses one after another, but the young man in the gauze kept shaking his head. Either there are some deviations, or it is simply wrong.

When he refused to let go, some people began to question, "Master, aren't you just trying to make fun of us? It's so close and wrong. If you don't want to give this money away, don't use it for bets in the first place!"

More people questioned, thinking that he couldn't afford to lose.

The young man didn't take it seriously and still waited quietly.

"I guess... you're stealing a dragon for a phoenix, right?"

Yuan Tong'er said firmly.