tip of the moon

The lights and shadows of the small bridge fall to the remaining stars, and the cold smoke dips in the level.The man by the window pursed his lips tightly and tapped his fingers on the table, the only sound left in Xiao Ran's room was the click of his fingertips touching the wooden table.

It has been two days since Hooper was summoned by the emperor. Although this kind of thing has happened before, for some reason, Hu Feng's heart can't calm down, as if he was being teased by something, but there are very small feelings one after another.

He sighed, and white mist condensed in the air.Autumn has not yet passed, and winter seems to be coming.

Hu Feng took off his fox fur coat, revealing the armor inside.With a flick of his fingers, he finally took it off, leaving only a white undershirt.

It's time for a good night's sleep.Thinking this way, he stretched out his hand under the quilt and groped for a while, and finally fell asleep lightly.

The night was dark, and the person standing behind the door looked at the sky with confused eyes.After a long time, he couldn't help but push open the wooden door behind him when he heard the sound of even breathing coming from the room.

There was silence everywhere, but his footsteps could not be heard, and he didn't even startle the alert person on the bed like a fox.

Mu Qinghe came to the window and quietly looked at the sleeping face of the person in front of him for a while.This man even frowned while sleeping.

He stretched out his hand to caress the man's eyebrows, but barely stopped.The warm breath hit the palm that was sticking to the chill.

A person who is usually so cold and rigid can clearly feel the beating of his life at this time, and his heart is beating along with it, as if a light pinch can stop his breath.

Fingers trace in the air, from browbone to bridge of nose to chin to throat.

Mu Qinghe raised his hand and twisted the half ring around Hu Feng's neck like an eagle's claw. Just a little force can put the sleeping person to death.

Put to death... Mu Qinghe's eyes darkened, he released the strength from his hand, and slid up again.

Hu Feng's lip color is very light, almost pale and slightly sick.The lips are bulging outward, and the lips are trimmed into an uneven curve.

By accident, Mu Qinghe bent down and pressed his lips to the other...

The moonlight was cool and ethereal, reflecting a silver square spot on the floor in front of the window.The person in front of the bed was caged in darkness, with the ends of his hair falling down, half covering his face.There is only a moment of warmth and coldness, but it seems to have been condensed for a long time, and the whole life is dedicated to this moment of tenderness.

The wooden door closed quietly again, leaving no trace of the visitor.The people outside the door leaned against the wall, only a few indifferent stars twinkling in the black night.It was rare for him to be absent-minded, and he asked himself why he had forgotten the purpose of the future tense like this.

The heartbeat for no reason was interrupted by the panic for no reason.He touched his mouth, and there was still a lingering warmth, which gradually dissipated in the cold wind.

At this time, the person in the room let go of the hand that had been holding the dagger tightly under the quilt, touched the cold lower lip with fingertips, looked at the door with light-colored eyes, reflected a little light, and closed them again .

total darkness.

Mu Qinghe was dancing with his sword. He had been restless for many days, and his impulsive actions that day really shocked him.That day, I was going to visit Hu Feng in an upright manner, even with a hint of surveillance, but I unconsciously chose the method of jumping over the wall to enter the court, and stood at the door for an hour.Behind, even more...

Mu Qinghe is actually an extremely rational and exquisite person.He has always been good at making friends with people. He not only has good friends with the third prince who is the most favored by the emperor, but also the general ministers in the court have good friends with him.At least except for a few jealous people, no one will stand in his way.Mu Qinghe has always understood what is good for him and what is bad for him.On the surface, he is friendly, chatting and laughing, doing things calmly, and quite righteous, but how much of this comes from the heart and how much is superficial, I am afraid that even he himself can't tell.

But he has his own principles for doing things. He has received a good education since he was a child, and he has branded loyalty and patriotism in his heart.He is usually loose and relaxed, but in fact he is always very cautious in his heart, never doubting the emperor's orders, and never being sloppy.

At the beginning, he got acquainted with Hu Feng deeply with a mentality similar to "obligation", and even defended Hu Feng in front of the third prince just because of this word.It's just that I didn't expect everything to gradually become chaotic.

Yesterday, the emperor ordered him to kill the fox clan, but he refused for the first time.He told himself that the purpose of holding a sword is to defend the country, and the blood of innocent people on his hands violated morality and made him feel ashamed.But, God knows if Hu Feng's shadow crossed his mind at that time.

Since when did he start to influence his choices; when did he learn to miss those light-colored eyes that were secretly looking at him; To Mu Qinghe, all this is beyond the "friendship between life and death" that he casually said too much...

Mu Qinghe felt even more bored, his hands tightened, and his movements became hasty.The blade pierced through the air, and there was a whistling sound.

Hu Feng's gaze always carried weight, even though he concealed it well, Mu Qinghe could still feel it.Sometimes he would unconsciously express deep sorrow, and sometimes he would look at him cautiously like a fox.

Recalling the first time I met Hu Feng, the man was dressed in military uniform, standing among the blood and corpses, he was surrounded by three people and still stubbornly refused to give in, as if he had no fear of the blade and showed no mercy to the enemy.Mu Qinghe had never seen that kind of desperate play.His martial art has not reached the pinnacle, but it is like a ghost on the battlefield, making people frightened.

That person was completely different on the battlefield than in normal times.Swing the knife without hesitation, behead without hesitation.The fleshy balls that didn't look like humans but seemed lifeless fell to the ground under his blade one by one.

Even though they were on the same side, Mu Qinghe scoffed at this.

However, at a certain moment, Mu Qinghe saw liquid running across his face, washing away the mud and blood, revealing skin of different colors.If Mu Qinghe didn't have that imprint, he would think that he was delusional.

Is he crying?

I have never seen anyone shed tears like this, if the spirits and gods in the temple who were neither happy nor angry could cry, they would probably move Mu Qinghe like this.

Mu Qinghe suddenly felt that he understood, and suddenly felt distressed.Feeling sorry for a stranger on the battlefield is really unbelievable to Mu Qinghe.

But at that time, his heart, which was overwhelmed by endless killing, suddenly moved.He who has always respected orders and victories has long been used to the smoke of the battlefield, but at that moment, what he has always believed in has been shaken.Maybe, should he cry too?

When the man half-kneeled on the ground with his sword on his back, and looked at him with light-colored eyes that were half puzzled and half absent-minded, something started to go wrong.

He rescued him from the hands of the three people by a strange act, just as later, by a strange act, he kissed him again...

Maybe it's a kind of curiosity, maybe it's a kind of pity, maybe it's a kind of...

Mu Qinghe froze, the sword flew out like a bow, and fell to the ground dozens of steps away with a ping-pong-pong trembling.

"How can you dance the sword like this? If you don't have the heart, don't practice."

The thick and familiar voice surprised Mu Qinghe.Seeing the middle-aged man in expensive clothes with a strong body in front of him, Mu Qinghe quickly pressed his doubts and lowered his head slightly: "Father."

This Master Mu and Mrs. Mu have moved out of the city for a long time, and when he suddenly appeared today, Mu Qinghe knew that his father must have heard something, and he couldn't even scream in his heart.

Master Mu snorted coldly, and threw the sword back to Mu Qinghe's feet.

Seeing that his father was really in a bad mood, Mu Qinghe quickly put on a smiling face: "Why didn't you ask the servants to inform you when your father came, so that Qinghe can prepare."

Master Mu sat down on the chair next to the martial arts training platform, and said, "I see that you don't want to see me. Your mother and I have only left the capital for half a year, but your life is getting better and better."

"How dare I think so," Mu Qinghe said as he motioned for his servants to serve tea to Master Mu.

"I know that you have been a handsome soldier in the past six months, and your record is extraordinary. But you must not be proud. I heard that you violated the king's order the day before yesterday?"

"Father, who did you hear this from?" Mu Qinghe was puzzled, but did not reveal anything on his face, "My child has been feeling unwell recently, so I just declined because I was afraid that I might miss the emperor's order."

"Unwell?" Master Mu glanced at his son, "I'm afraid you have a ghost in your heart. A few days ago, you had a close relationship with the fox clan. According to the third prince, some people have started to slander the emperor. You declined again yesterday." The task of killing the remnants of the fox clan is probably even more suspicious."

At this point, Mu Qinghe had no choice but to suppress the smile on his face: "Father must have heard that Hu Feng is kind to me. If the child accepted the emperor's order yesterday, wouldn't it be a place of injustice?"

Master Mu sighed and said: "I understand that. But you probably don't know, the emperor's intentions are probably the Lord's testing. Those fox people were already captured and killed when they defected."

Mu Qinghe's heart sank, his voice was a little unsteady: "Have you been captured and killed long ago?"

"It is indeed unfair for the emperor to do this. But alien races are a huge threat in the capital of our country, not to mention that the fox tribe is different from ordinary humans. It is human nature to reject aliens, and it is even more impossible for the emperor to allow people outside our clan to The people spread in me."

"Then why did you take them in in the first place, and why didn't they find another land?"

Master Mu turned his eyes away from the anger in his son's eyes: "Three generations of my Mu family have served the royal family. Even if you don't think about the emperor, you should also think about the Mu family and the people. If the third prince didn't ask me to persuade you , I was still kept in the dark at this time."

Shihua...Mu Qinghe's expression was uncertain.

In the prince's mansion, there was a maid kneeling in front of Hu Feng.

The woman was sobbing and choking, breathing unsteadily: "Please... Prince Feng, please enter the palace to see the empress for the last time..."

A chill spread from Hu Feng's chest, his teeth creaked and chattered up and down, he swallowed hard before making a sound.

"What did you say."

His voice was too deep to be his own.