Pure Love Tweet|"Lonely Light" by Return to the Mountain
In the thirteenth year of Longyin, the leader of the rebel army led his troops to attack the city of Frost City and forced the prince to kill himself on the city wall.
After Su Yunwei's death, he forgot all about the past, and did chores for Meng Po in the hidden capital, but one day he suddenly had a different mind about the soul who came here with a sword.
But that soul was indifferent and ruthless, and Su Yunwei tried his best to make the other party tempted.
When he turned his head and bumped into another young man, the silver medal on the other party's chest was attached to the scar of his lost heart, and the silver earring in his left ear reflected the light, like a silent love spell that moisturized things, completely pulling Su Yunwei from the cold moon into the red dust.
It's just that young people always speak a little strangely, innocent and pitiful to the extreme, and people can't always refuse.
Su Yunwei originally thought that he was weak and couldn't take care of himself, until one day, he remembered the soul that came with the sword, and after he was distracted, he was pressed by the young man by the cold spring, and asked him softly and ambiguously: "Why does Your Highness keep thinking about that person, he is not as capable as me." ”
Yusheng Han was once the sword of the prince of Frost City.
In that winter, the prince swung his sword and killed himself, and the warm blood poured on his sword body, cutting off all the involvement and entanglement.
Twelve years later, he let go of all love and hatred, and returned peace and stability to this world.
For thousands of years after that, Yusheng Han saw the flowers bloom all over the place, and went through life and death, just to find the lover who discarded him.
Content tags: fantasy sweet and sour he strong.
Word Count: 34970 thousand.
Progress: Finished.
Protagonist: Su Yunwei.
Gentle belly, black green tea, attack x docile appearance, crazy inside, criticized.
The wind and snow fell all night, shrouding the entire Frost City in silver.
As its name suggests, the city is dying.
Outside the city, the sound of horses' hooves shattered, and the mud and snow flew like sharp swords into the imperial city, sending war reports to the young prince's desk.
Su Yun lowered his eyes slightly and stared at the pages on the table.
The generals at the front desperately delivered the letter to him, weeping blood and whimpering, telling him that they had lost.
The rebels have already arrived in the city, the beacon fire has burned the border city, and hundreds of people have died.
The rebels were too strong, and they came straight to the royal family, wanting to force the prince to kill himself, but Su Yunwei only held out for a few days, and the rebels openly slaughtered the surrounding cities.
Now that the grain and grass in Frost City are in an emergency, the people are starving, and they can't leave the imperial city with their families, they want to live, so they rush to the imperial city and want Su Yunwei to die.
Su Yun looked at the tattered tissue paper in a daze, watching it be blown up by the cold wind outside the window, and then floated leisurely into the brazier, burning it all out.
East Pond Banquet. Su Yunwei's voice was very soft, as if there was no trace of emotion.
He no longer has the strength to hate someone, let alone love, but he feels very tired.
The personal palace maid stood outside the hall and waited, it was really cold this winter, and it didn't work to wear a lot of clothes, but she felt that the cold air drilled into the cuffs, she shook her body, and heard the "squeak" of the temple door behind her, and when she looked back, Su Yunwei had already come out.
He was thinly dressed, his pale blue gauze swaying in the wind, and his long hair on his cheeks was shaky, as if he was going to ride the wind in the next moment.
The palace maid exclaimed, "Your Highness!."”
The injuries are not yet complete, how can you go out and get cold just by wearing these? ”
She made a gesture to go back to the house to get the big coat, but was stopped by Su Yunwei's outstretched hand.
Su Yun's slightly pale knuckles were red from the cold, carrying a long sword as clear and beautiful as jade, standing in the wind, and said lightly: "No need to bother." ”
His voice was a little hoarse, he turned his head and coughed a few times, and said softly: "Go and let Chen Liu open the granary and put some grain for the people." ”
The palace maid stomped her feet and cried: "Those people are not favored by His Highness at all, just a group of white-eyed wolves, why should Your Highness spend more time on them!."”
Su Yunwei's face was a little pale, his fingertips were stiff, and he could barely feel the long sword he was holding.
The old injury was not yet complete, the pain under the waist and abdomen was unbearable, and it was sticky, and the wound broke open again.
He descended two steps and suddenly muttered, "That's it." ”
The world is a big dream, forget it. ”
His body shook, barely stabilized his body, and numbly raised his feet towards the palace gate.
The people were in hiding, and in order to avoid encountering the fighting, many people had fled from the city, and those who could not leave hid in their houses and refused to go out, and the streets were deserted.
Su Yunwei walked all the way to the city gate, he looked up at the sky in a trance, and the sparse snowflakes fell down on the tip of his nose and eyelashes.
He didn't remember how prosperous Frost City had been.
Ever since his father and brother died on the battlefield and returned here with two years in a rebel barracks, he had almost forgotten everything about his childhood.
On the day I returned, I was full of hesitation, and I couldn't find my way back.
Su Yunwei didn't know for a while whether the coolness on his face was snow or tears.
He bent his fingers to wipe the water stain away, and as he walked away, a warm hand grabbed his wrist.
The handsome man in purple had a look of trepidation and uneasiness on his face, as if he still had a rapid breath from a long journey, but his hand was very hard, as if he had let go and never had a chance to hold it again.
He is the sword spirit of this sword in Su Yunwei's hand, and his name is Yusheng Han.
Yu Sheng Han held his hand tightly, and the warm body temperature was transmitted along the skin that touched, dissipating the biting coldness brought by the wind and snow, and he hurriedly said: "The Dongchi banquet has arrived in the city. ”
I know. Su Yun raised his eyes slightly to look at him, "He's forcing me to see him." ”