I see the snow

Stormy weather.

Mu Ziling didn't come back after a long time, Qin Yi walked over and closed the window that he left open, and when he saw the rain started to fall outside, he was still thinking:

"Where did you go? You haven't come back for half an hour."

Thunder began to roll outside, rumbling, and when Mu Ziling pushed the door in, some rain drenched his shoulders.

"came back?"

Qin Yi turned his head when he heard the sound, but saw Mu Ziling standing quietly at the door, his thin body standing in the night wind, his robe was blown "whoosh", and his figure looked almost scrawny.

Qin Yi looked at the clothes on his shoulders that had darkened in color, and asked:

"The fire is lit, are you going to dry the clothes?"

However, Mu Ziling didn't answer, and it just so happened that a deep purple lightning flashed across the sky at this moment, illuminating Mu Ziling's face for a moment——

A face as pale as death, eyes as black as a deep pool.

His body was as cold as a piece of cold iron, and his black hair floated gently in the cold rain and wind.

Qin Yi looked at him, and after a long time, Mu Ziling walked in stiffly.

"what happened to you?"

Qin Yi observed his face, feeling a little strange: "What happened to Ah Zhu?"

However, the little red snake hid in Mu Ziling's arms. Hearing this, he stretched his head out of his clothes, and lazily retracted it.

Mu Ziling shook his head slowly, and said hoarsely, "It's okay. It's too cold."

Qin Yi answered casually, but Mu Ziling looked at him and asked in an indescribable tone:

"Has anything happened in the barracks recently?"

"Ok?"

Qin Yi frowned, looking at him with some confusion.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Mu Ziling said softly, "...it can be about anything."

Qin Yi stared at his expression, and Mu Ziling looked back without moving. The eyes of both of them were bright and deep in the darkness.

Like two ferocious beasts that are tempting each other but refuse to show their timidity.

Mu Ziling remained calm, but in fact, in the snow-white sleeves, his ten slender fingers were so hard that they turned white, almost tearing the flesh out of his palm.

"There is one."

After a long time, Qin Yi said, "It's a small matter in the barracks."

He wondered if Mu Ziling had heard some sporadic words he had talked with his followers just now, but he probably didn't know who Yun Yin was.So pretending to be calm and calm, he said: "There are two letters lost, and they need to be found."

"Oh, is it?"

Mu Ziling chuckled and asked, "Is it important?"

"unimportant."

Qin Yi said: "It's just a small matter, just let the servants handle it."

Mu Ziling lowered his eyes, Qin Yi couldn't see his expression clearly, but subconsciously felt something strange.

Mu Ziling's demeanor is always on the cold side, and everyone looks a little gloomy and cold.When I was by Qin Yi's side in the past few days, this kind of breath gradually subsided, and turned into a lazy and indifferent.

But when Qin Yi looked at him again at this time, he suddenly felt that the distance between them had returned to the previous one.

"Aren't you going to feed the snake? Are you done?"

Qin Yi asked.

A'Zhu wrapped it around Mu Ziling's neck, like a special collar, stood up slightly, and looked at the two people who were talking with strange vertical pupils.

Mu Ziling's face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, and the little rosiness brought by passion just now had completely faded away.

Half of his face was shrouded in the dim oil lamp, and half of his face was hidden in the stormy night, indescribably eerie and gloomy.

But the cinnabar tear mole in front of her eyes seemed like she was about to cry.

"what happened to you?"

Qin Yi finally walked towards him, and wanted to reach out to touch Mu Ziling's forehead: "Is there something uncomfortable?"

Mu Ziling dodged for a while, avoided Qin Yi, and said in a low voice:

"fine."

He had a lot of things he wanted to ask Qin Yi, and he wanted to vent his unwillingness and residual anger, but when he actually saw Qin Yi, Mu Ziling realized that he couldn't say anything.

He recalled what happened a quarter of an hour ago: he followed A'Zhu, rummaging in the grass, but saw the moon bag made by himself and the dead pigeon with the secret letter.

He went to inspect the dead pigeon first, and Mu Ziling avoided the bulging little brocade bag with trembling fingers.

He wanted to pretend he didn't see it.

But the contents of the secret letter are even more shocking.

Change houses, return to Xie Xing, Shen Xingtai, Mu Huai'an.

Mu Ziling looked at the letter for a long time, as if he couldn't read the words suddenly.

It said, "On February [-]th, please bring your son Yin Qingsi and body to Shen Xing Terrace. Pindao is here waiting for the holy driver."

"When Guixie Star appears in the south of the sky, it is the best opportunity to summon the soul. Please don't miss it, Your Majesty."

"Remember, remember!"

It is clearly a few numbers that couldn't be simpler, and every word and sentence can be recognized, but when the meanings are put together, they become completely strange, and it is as if they cannot distinguish the meanings.

Qin Yi turned the fire up a bit more, and called Mu Ziling to come over and roast the clothes.

But Mu Ziling's eyes were blank, and he yelled several times before he heard it.

"Take it off, Gu will bake it for you."

Qin Yi walked to his side and said patiently.

Mu Ziling was obedient and didn't move at all, Qin Yi easily took off his outer robe.

Mu Ziling sat by the bed and looked at him quietly.

He had the illusion that he was in a dream—this person, this person who was baking clothes for him as he was when he was a boy, had he always wanted to put him to death?

Holding an umbrella for him to keep out the rain is a lie, it is also a lie to weave grasshoppers for him by hand, and it is even more false to sacrifice one's life to drink poison——

But what is he trying to do?

"Qin Yi, what's wrong with Mu Huai'an?"

Mu Ziling suddenly opened his mouth unexpectedly, and asked in a daze.

Qin Yi's hands froze, and he frowned: "Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?"

Mu Ziling smiled, but couldn't tell what it meant.

How is he good?

So good that you are willing to endure the approach of someone you don't like at all, hypocritically put up with humiliation, and even risk your life regardless of your own safety...!

It's ridiculous, son Yin, son Yin, you are more than just the shadow of Mu Huai'an——

Even all the precious things you think you have obtained are just phantoms reflected in the water after being abandoned by others!

Mu Ziling's whole body was cold, and his pitch-black eyelashes trembled violently, like two dying butterfly wings, trembling uncontrollably.

He felt a fishy sweetness in his throat, and a line of blood dripped unconsciously from the corner of his lips.

The night wind whistled outside the window, and there was clearly a brazier in the room, but Mu Ziling felt as if he was in a cold and damp cellar.

His body was curled up in this cellar, like a trapped animal, desperately suppressed in pain and with nowhere to go.

"You will never get what you want, and you will lose everything you cherish. You are doomed to have no friends and relatives. No matter where you go, you will not be treated kindly...!"

At that moment, Mu Ziling even thought of Mu Meng's curse on him——

That's what it meant.

It turned out that the nightmare that had been premonitory for a long time meant this.

Mu Ziling stared at his fingers, couldn't help laughing, closed his eyes and murmured:

"...all the joys in my life are empty...!"

He looked at the small hand stove in his hand, as if it was extremely cold, and suddenly trembling, he buried his fingers in the charcoal fire——

The porcelain-white slender fingers were immediately turned dark red and black by the hot charcoal. The scorching pain came from the ten fingers, but Mu Ziling was trembling and clenched the charcoal tightly.

——No one can warm him any more, except for the hot coal fire accompanied by severe pain.

"……What are you doing?!"

Qin Yi raised his head inadvertently, saw Mu Ziling's movements, stood up in shock, rushed over and knocked the hand stove out of Mu Ziling's hand: "It's so cold? Are you crazy!"

Mu Ziling looked up at him, and murmured very softly:

"What step can you do for Mu Huai'an?"

Qin Yi was baffled, and only grabbed his bloody hand, blowing hastily, and called hastily, "Bring cold water and scald ointment!"

A wrist that was originally thin and lonely has been licked by the flames, and the skin below the wrist is completely torn.The palms and backs of the hands are in a mess.

The more Qin Yi watched, the angrier he became, and he didn't know what to say: "You're crazy!"

Mu Ziling's expression was indifferent and tired, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He didn't look at Qin Yi, and said softly, without knowing where to put his eyes:

"Yeah. I'm so cold."

The wind and rain outside continued, and there was still faint thunder.

Qin Yi called his servant twice, but no one came, and the third time he got a little angry, and then a boy with a baby face came in.

Today's weather is bad, it's cold in the spring, and I'm still shivering with my hands in my hands outside the door.

Most of the servants were unwilling to stand on duty, so they ordered the youngest servant to stand by.

He also looked immature, only about fourteen or fifteen years old.

The baby-faced boy was very enthusiastic. As soon as he heard Qin Yi's orders, he immediately fetched cold water with his hands and feet, and pushed the door open——

However, the moment he entered the door, there was a scream immediately, and the basin fell to the ground——

I saw Mu Ziling raised his bruised left hand, holding his five fingers empty, and crushed the boy's head in the blink of an eye!

The corpse fell forward limply, warm blood sprayed out from the cavity, and splashed onto Mu Ziling's scarred hands.

Mu Ziling's face was as pale as death, but there was a treacherous smile on his lips, and he said with a smile:

"Good, it's warm like this."

Qin Yi: "..."

A life just disappeared before his eyes, and when the head fell, several drops of blood splashed on Qin Yi's face.

Slowly flowing down the edges and corners of his resolute features.

Qin Yi stared blankly at the corpse in front of him, his Adam's apple rolled, as if he had suddenly lost the ability to speak, and was unable to utter a word for a long time.

"you……"

How far can you endure for Mu Huai'an?

But Mu Ziling smiled and looked at him provocatively: For the sake of the gentleman, the upright Mu Huai'an, how far can you bear the humiliation and bear with me?

Qin Yi remained motionless, but his eyes gradually became bloodshot and red.

After a period of silence that was as silent as death, he suddenly grabbed Mu Ziling's throat, "Bump!" and pressed down on the ground with a loud sound, suppressing it with all his strength!

"You must use other people's blood to warm your body when you are cold! Do you know that this child is not yet 15 years old...?!"

Qin Yi said in a hoarse voice: "...he has been working with the lonely king since he was eight years old, and he is only one year away. He will be able to receive a sum of money and be exiled from the palace next year!"

There was a playful smile on Mu Ziling's pale face, and the blood beads stopped on his pitch-black eyelashes, trembling slightly.

He asked softly, "Oh, so what?"

"..."

Qin Yi said: "You are a devil.... You are dirty, filthy, and filthy, and you are worthy of being a human!?"

Mu Ziling looked at him quietly, how strange, these words that used to be the most embarrassing for him, now they don't feel much anymore.

It seems that a heart aches to the point of being numb, and only nuran is left.

Qin Yi pinched Mu Ziling's neck, his eyes were bloodshot, and his fingers kept tightening.

But Mu Ziling neither struggled nor shouted, just looked at him with a pair of silent, dull eyes.

His bloody fingers rested limply on Qin Yi's wrist, but he didn't exert any force, as if at that moment, Qin Yi's life and death were meaningless to him.

His eyes were empty, as if he was looking at Qin Yi, and at the same time he seemed to be looking at his life that was ultimately homeless.

Qin Yi watched Mu Ziling's eyes gradually turn red, and his pale face gradually turned pale due to suffocation.

There is even a hickey left by Qin Yi at the time of the incident just under his ear.

"Kill me."

Mu Ziling's lips trembled slightly, and he said silently.

...For a moment, Qin Yi really wanted to kill Mu Ziling.

But when he stared at Mu Ziling's beautiful and morbid face, he suddenly felt as if his strength was taken away, and he finally let go at the last moment.

"You... just do it yourself."

Qin Yi's throat rolled slightly, he stood up, and walked towards the bed without saying a word.

The night was cold and lonely, the brazier was not lit, and the room was still as cold as an ice cellar.

Qin Yi rolled up the quilt by himself and lay down to sleep. Mu Ziling was lying on the ground with only his underwear on. Not far away was the charcoal fire that had just been switched on but went out again.

There was another body on the ground.

... He really didn't dare to kill me.

Mu Ziling gasped for breath, and there were five deep finger marks on his slender neck, but he closed his eyes and smiled morbidly:

it is ridiculous.

……That's ridiculous!

It turns out that the most sage king in Zhonglu not only bends and stretches for the one he loves, but also does everything against his will with a strong face and a smile, and even swallows the death of his close one in front of him!

...That whole night, Mu Ziling vomited blood.

But he curled up on the edge of the bed without making a sound, only silently and quietly staring at the emptiness and darkness in front of him.

A'Zhu stayed by Mu Ziling's side, instead of going to sleep in the porcelain jar, he whirled in Mu Ziling's heart.

"Ah Zhu."

Mu Ziling touched its cold snake body, and took A'Zhu out of his arms.He said softly in the dark: "It turns out that this place doesn't like us either, so let's go, shall we?"

A'Zhu's vertical pupils looked at him quietly, unable to speak, but they were Mu Ziling's last support.

Mu Ziling smiled, let it bite her neck indulgently, while sucking, patted the snake's tail comfortably on the collarbone.

Mu Ziling felt the temperature and viscosity of the blood flowing out, looked at the endless darkness in front of him, and quietly thought:

Originally, he was most afraid of going to sleep without a light on.But as long as Qin Yi is there, he can overcome it.His body always makes him feel very warm, and he will not think of the past when he was in Yunyan.

Now, it's finally time for him to have nightmares even if Qin Yi is by his side.

After Ah Zhu also finished eating, Mu Ziling fumbled to get up, got dressed and left the mansion.

Before leaving, he gave Qin Yi a knife.

That's what he deserves, Mu Ziling thought.

He stabbed the dagger into Qin Yi's chest, and Qin Yi woke up instantly, and the two of them looked at each other in the dark.

The dark red blood soaked through the heavy clothes, and Mu Ziling's palms were also sticky and greasy.

Mu Ziling smiled under Qin Yi's silent gaze, then let go, wiped all the blood on Qin Yi's soft and white obscene clothes, pushed the door open and walked away.

The mansion became a mess, and all the lights were lit in an instant, and the palace people rushed to Qin Yi's bedroom noisily.

But Mu Ziling passed through the crowd, walked against them, and walked out the door openly.

Standing at the gate of the mansion, looking at the blue sky in the night, he bent his lips indifferently:

How ridiculous, just a day ago, he thought about staying here forever, even worrying about the imminent death.

He wanted to write a letter to Prince Wujian, telling him that he didn't want to destroy Fallen God's Tower.

Because he wanted to save the rest of his life and live for himself for a while.Go to see the tide of the Huanhu River, the camellias all over the mountains, and even wonder if you can wait until winter to see the hoarfrost on the windows in the morning.

It's something he's wanted to see since childhood.

...It's a pity that the world is impermanent, and all changes happen in an instant.