Large swaths of snowflakes fell from the gray sky, hitting Mu Yan's face in the wind.
Suddenly stopping, Mu Yan stared intently at Murong Zixuan, who was lying motionless in the distance.
There seemed to be something in his heart that was breaking bit by bit, and then disappeared.
She couldn't tell what the missing thing was, but when Mu Yan saw Murong Zixuan say those words to her with his lips, she suddenly felt the urge not to let him die.
He said he loved her.
These three simple words made Mu Yan feel like crying.
There was never a shortage of men who took the initiative to show their kindness to her, and there was never a shortage of men who said these three words to her that made her feel sick to her stomach.
But towards this Murong Zixuan, towards this man who died tragically the first time they met, Mu Yan was shaken.
Standing there, Mu Yan slowly shifted his gaze from Murong Zixuan to Xia Yifeng.
"What's wrong?"
Looking at Mu Yan with a smile, Xia Yifeng raised his hand, gently removed the snowflakes from Mu Yan's head, and asked directly, "I don't want to let him die."
Xia Yifeng's directness made Mu Yan a little angry.
Looking at Xia Yifeng with gloomy eyes, Mu Yan said in a cold voice, "For me who can't remember anything, I shouldn't believe that Murong Zixuan, but I shouldn't believe you either.
Isn't it?"
"So?"
Xia Yifeng nodded with interest, crossed his hands across his chest, and motioned for Mu Yan to continue.
"So, I don't have to follow your arrangements."
After speaking resolutely, Mu Yan silently took a step back.
But who knows, Xia Yifeng didn't give her a chance to retreat.
He reached out and grabbed Mu Yan's arm hard to stop Mu Yan's movements.
Xia Yifeng raised the corner of his mouth and said: "I am the emperor.
If I let him die, he will have to die.
So even you, Xiao Yan'er, can't save his life."
Pulling Mu Yan into his arms domineeringly, Xia Yifeng forcibly led her to the carriage and pushed Mu Yan into the carriage.
Turning around and glancing at Tang Wei and Qi Heichu in front of her, Xia Yifeng ordered in a low voice: "Don't let her leave your sight.
If something goes wrong with her, I want you to come to see her."
Xia Yifeng watched the carriage slowly leave, heading towards Yixuan Country.
When the carriage passed by Murong Zixuan, Xia Yifeng's eyes couldn't help but flash a hint of gloom.
Murong Zixuan is dead, Yun Qingshan will not let it go.
I'm afraid that after I return to China, I will inevitably waste some time and energy on the Murong family.
Opening the car window, Mu Yan looked at the snowy scene outside the window expressionlessly.
When she met Murong Zixuan, who opened his eyes weakly when he heard the sound of the carriage, Mu Yan quickly closed the window to prevent herself from contacting his eyes again.
To be soft to others is to be cruel to yourself.
You shouldn't have any feelings for anyone, this is what Mu Yan has always kept in mind.
He was just a man, how could he raise the corners of his mouth in a self-deprecating manner even if he was dead?
Mu Yan closed his eyes and rested in the carriage, trying hard to calm the waves in his heart.
Lying on the ground, Murong Zixuan watched helplessly as Mu Yan's face disappeared from in front of him, and watched as the carriage drove further and further away.
The illusion in his heart was slowly shattered and disappeared.
Murong Zixuan breathed out a sigh of relief and smiled bitterly.
It starts from not knowing yourself and ends with not knowing yourself.
A perfect ending.
It's better to be broken jade than to be intact.
If you don't love yourself, just don't remember yourself.
Tears fell silently from the corners of Murong Zixuan's eyes, becoming more and more uncontrollable.
Looking sideways at Xia Yifeng who walked in front of him, watching him squat down with murderous intent and then stretching his hands to his neck, Murong Zixuan knew that he had no way out.
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Holding Murong Zixuan's neck with both hands, Xia Yifeng was about to break his neck with force to avoid further trouble, but unexpectedly, Murong Zixuan actually said to herself, "Treat her well."
With a sneer, Xia Yifeng was too lazy to give him any response.
Hearing the sound of Murong Zixuan's bones being broken, Xia Yifeng wiped the blood on his hands with Murong Zixuan's clothes, then jumped on the horse and left.
On the endless snow, Murong Zixuan's body lay there at first glance.
The surrounding red bloodstains were gradually covered by the falling snowflakes.
The gloomy sky and the howling wind.
The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and soon it was so heavy that Murong Zixuan's body was hidden under the snow, making it impossible for anyone to find it.
Murong Zixuan, whose body was cold and breathless, lay quietly under the snow.
But the corners of his mouth remained slightly raised.
The carriage ran quickly on the snow, and after an unknown amount of time, it arrived at the border of Cangming Country.
Opening his eyes, Mu Yan felt the stopped carriage.
After listening to Tang Wei outside the carriage, after talking to others for a few words, he drove the carriage forward again.
Mu Yan relaxed his muscles lazily.
Then she looked at Leng Yaner, who had been staring at her, and asked softly: "What's wrong?"
"It's okay."
Lowering his head, Leng Yaner's eyes flickered.
For some reason, she always felt that something was wrong with Mu Yan now, but she couldn't tell where it was.
After leaving Cangming Country, we arrived at Yixuan Country after a while.
After finding an inn and stopping, Mu Yan followed a few people into the room without saying a word and sat beside the bed.
Taking off his heavy mink fur and coat, Mu Yan turned his head to see what the people over there were doing.
But the scene that caught her eye made her stunned.
The man named Zhou Ziqian was cutting his wrist with a dagger and dripping blood into a porcelain bowl.
After receiving a whole bowl of blood, he handed the blood to Tang Wei with a smile, and then Tang Wei took the blood, walked to another table, and poured it into a flower pot.
The color of the only white flower in the flowerpot gradually changed after being watered with blood.
But after Tang Wei poured out all the blood, the tender pink flower suddenly grew taller, and then returned to its original white appearance.
Biting his lower lip, Mu Yan carefully observed the movements and expressions of those people.
But in my heart, I was constantly guessing secretly.
After resting for a while, Tang Wei stopped Zhou Ziqian's bleeding and asked him to take some medicine.
Then, a few people started off again without stopping.
After sitting in the car and feeling depressed for a few days, when Mu Yan finally couldn't stand it anymore, they finally arrived at their destination.
Frowning at the palace in front of him, Mu Yan felt a little complicated.
On the road these days, she has become clear about something.
What is Xia Yifeng's identity?
What is her identity?
What exactly happened during this time.
But when he saw the magnificent palace in front of him, Mu Yan's mind went blank again.
Standing quietly, Mu Yan silently looked at the people who came out to greet him.
When Mu Moheng staggered up to Mu Yan with two calves, he raised his head eagerly and asked her to hug him.
Mu Yan couldn't help but take a step back: