Chapter 365 Where is Ming'er
"Wan'er——!" A heart-wrenching voice rang out.
Several figures in a panic ran to the foot of the city wall.
One of the figures was in such a mess that he almost fell down, but was helped by someone next to him.
The person who was supported was Murong Xun.
On the eve of the Hu people's invasion of the capital, Murong Xun went south to his fiefdom Hongzhou in order to escape.
However, when he had only gone halfway, he encountered the army from the East Road of Jiangnan heading north.
The generals took away most of the troops in the eastern part of Jiangnan.
Murong Xun no longer dared to go south of the Yangtze River.
More than ten years ago, he almost lost his life on his way back to the capital from Jiangnan. Now the world is in chaos, with bandits everywhere.
If there is trouble in the south of the Yangtze River and there are not enough troops to protect him, he might as well not go.
So Murong Xun followed the army from the east road of Jiangnan and headed back.
He had previously been hiding in a small town south of the capital.
Only when he heard that the Hu people had been driven away did he hurried back to the capital.
He has always been conflicted inside.
He was cowardly and afraid of death, but he remembered that his three children were in Chang'an.
He worried every day that something might happen to these children, but on the other hand he didn't dare go back to the capital to see them.
Just now, news came that the Hu people had evacuated and Chang'an City was on fire. Murong Xun came on horseback with his housekeeper and several followers.
When they were almost at the city gate, they were stopped by soldiers.
Murong Xun dismounted with his men and wanted to meet the military generals to ask them if they knew the whereabouts of the three children.
The soldiers went to inform them and were about to take them over.
Murong Xun glanced casually and saw Murong Wan jumping down from the city gate tower.
At that moment, the blood drained from his face and he staggered towards the place where Murong Wan fell.
They were some distance away from Murong Wan, and it took some time for them to run over in the snow, one step deep and one step shallow.
When Murong Xun finally ran to Murong Wan, a familiar figure was lying quietly in the blood-red snow.
The pearl flower on her head fell a few steps away and broke into several petals. Her long black hair spread out like silk spread on the snow.
Beneath the satin, there was a mess of blood and flesh.
"Wan... Wan'er..." Murong Xun's whole body was trembling, his eyes full of disbelief.
After all, Murong Wan was the daughter he had watched grow up.
For more than ten years, he gave most of his love to Murong Wan.
How could he remain indifferent?
Murong Xun tried to touch Murong Wan's body with his trembling hand, but stopped in mid-air.
He even suspected that he was hallucinating.
Wan'er was clearly fine before he left, how could she...
The soldiers who noticed the commotion here had already reported the matter to Hao Ren and others.
Wu Yingniang and Su Zhizhi also happened to be next to Hao Ren.
They were all surprised when they heard that Murong Wan committed suicide.
They didn't do anything, and the girl died so easily?
The soldier who came to report asked what to do, saying that Murong Xun was almost fainting from sitting next to Murong Wan's body.
Hao Ren first glanced at Su Zhizhi's expression, and when he saw that Su Zhizhi had no reaction, he said:
"Take He Yan over there, and don't worry about anything else for now."
The soldier did as he was told and went to find He Yan.
He Yan was locked up in the corner tower. She was very worried because she had seen her father being taken away alone.
But at the same time, he thought that his father had always been resourceful and had a silver tongue, and could even gain the trust of the Hu people.
There shouldn't be any danger for my father on this trip.
But after a long time, my father didn't come back.
She heard passing soldiers say that her father was dead.
He Yan's fingers dug into the wooden pillar, her eyes filled with disbelief and horror.
She didn't believe it because she hadn't seen her father's body.
Just when He Yan was panicking, another group of soldiers came in and took He Yan out.
He Yan asked nervously:
"Where are you taking me? I am the Princess of Gong...you must not be rude!"
"My father, no, where is Lord He? He Tingfang?"
"Who are you taking me to?"
The soldier who came to take the man away was a little impatient:
"He Tingfang is already dead, and his body has been taken out and buried. Now I'm taking you to see Prince Gong."
He Yan was panicked and stunned for a moment. She didn't expect to hear Murong Xun at this time.
Murong Xun actually came back.
Wasn’t Ming’er sent to him before?
Could it be that they, father and son, rushed back to support her and Wan'er and rescue them?
He Yan knew that Murong Xun had little ability, but she still believed that since he was a prince, most people would give him some face.
She was taken to the snow beneath the city walls.
From a distance, Murong Xun was seen sitting in the snow with his clothes in a tangle.
When He Yan approached, her eyes passed through Murong Xun and others and fell on the figures on the ground, and her pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip.
Everything around me suddenly froze.
She couldn't see who was on the ground.
But a mother's intuition was right at that moment.
Her heart skipped a beat.
He Yan didn't even realize that she had run over like crazy.
When she was about to run to Murong Wan, her feet sank into the snow and she lost her balance. She fell forward heavily and fell into the snow with a dull thud.
He Yan didn't feel the cold. She supported herself on the snow with her hands and crawled to Murong Wan almost using both her hands and feet.
The closer you get, the stronger the smell of blood becomes.
She saw the shattered pearls beside her and the fragments of the jade bracelet in her daughter's hand.
That's what Wan'er wore when she went out this morning.
He Yan let out a series of broken gasps, and the cold sweat on her forehead slid down her pale face.
She pushed Murong Xun away and picked up the bloody corpse on the ground:
"Wan'er? Wan... Wan'er——!"
When she touched her daughter's cold body, an inhuman scream finally erupted from her throat.
Murong Xun saw He Yan being brought here by the soldiers and she was the only one there.
A more terrifying guess emerged in Murong Xun's mind, and he suddenly asked:
"Where's Ming'er?"
He Yan was immersed in grief and didn't pay any attention to what Murong Xun was saying.
Until Murong Xun walked over, grabbed her shoulders and shook her, and yelled in her ear:
"I'm asking you, where's Ming'er?!"
He Yan's distracted eyes slowly focused, and her lips moved for a while before she uttered a word:
"Ming'er...didn't Ming'er go to your place?"
When He Yan said this, Murong Xun felt a chill all over his body and sat back.
"I've never met Ming'er."
The steward behind Murong Xun asked the soldier who had just brought He Yan over:
"Soldiers, do you know where the Prince Gong is?"
At first, several soldiers didn't know who the so-called Prince Gong was. After a long discussion, one of the soldiers slapped his head and said:
"You're talking about He Tingfang's grandson. I heard he was killed during the Hu people's sacrifice a while ago. We were talking about how the He family is so tolerant that they blamed the Hu people for killing their grandson..."
After hearing what happened, He Yan could no longer hear what the people around her were saying.
She recalled that on the day of the Hu people's sacrifice, Ming'er and Wan'er had both entered the palace, but only Wan'er had returned. It was also on that day that her father told her that he had sent Ming'er south.
Send it to the south...
He Yan's hands were covered in Murong Wan's blood.
He held his head with his bloody hands and screamed in grief.
"No... No, Ming'er is not dead... Ming'er is not dead!"
He Yan forced herself to stand up.
The muscles on her cheeks trembled uncontrollably, causing her entire face to twist and her eyes to turn crazy.
"It's you, it's all you, right?"
"You killed my father, killed Wan'er, and captured Ming'er!"
"Give Ming'er back to me...give it back to me—"
He Yan completely lost her mind, pulled out a knife from Murong Xun's guard's waist, and slashed at the soldiers.
Those soldiers didn't expect He Yan to suddenly draw her sword and attack them.
They had all been trained and fought on the battlefield. When they saw someone on the opposite side swinging a knife at them, they subconsciously drew their knife as well.
One of the soldiers who was closer swung his knife hard, pointing it just an inch in front of He Yan's abdomen.
He Yan staggered forward with a knife in hand.
Squeak——
The shiny blade pierced He Yan's abdomen.
"Huh——" The white part of He Yan's eyes was gradually filled with dilated pupils, and her body fell backwards.
The long knife was pulled out from her abdomen, and a blood flower in her abdomen bloomed more and more fiercely.
In the evening, torches were lit everywhere, and the faint flames flickered between heaven and earth.
He Yan's purple hands dug into the cold snow, and with the last bit of strength she had, she crawled back two inches, sticking close to her daughter.
"Wan'er...Ming'er...don't be afraid...Mother is here..."
"Mom will accompany you..."
He Yan didn't finish her words, she just stood there with her eyes wide open.
Murong Xun, who witnessed everything, sat in the snow.
A sharp pain arose in the place where a sword had been stabbed in the chest more than ten years ago.
As tears fell, he suddenly gave a bitter smile and turned his head to look at the bloody sunset on the horizon.
The half-moon sun that was about to set was as red as it was when Pei Xuan left.
"Xuan'er, you are taking revenge on me in heaven..."
"You hate me and the He family..."
"You want everything to be in vain, hahahaha... Xuan'er..."
Murong Xun's laughter grew louder, becoming hoarse in the cold wind. A sudden, sweet and fishy taste surged in his throat, and he lost consciousness.
The sun sets completely below the horizon.
The whole world was swallowed up by darkness.
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