Huo Wuyou seemed to have a dream, a very long dream.
He dreamed that he was guarding Yueling Pass with his father and brother, but received the news that his father and brother had been killed in battle.
Later, the Lin'an Mansion was sealed, and people were in panic. In order to protect the three of them, their mother was also killed by a white silk scarf.
That darkest memory made his internal organs feel like they were being ripped out, piercing his heart and liver...
Everything in Huajing in that dream was the same as before, yet it all seemed so unfamiliar to him.
In his memory of the Mid-Autumn Lantern Festival, he vaguely saw a familiar figure. It was Zhiyi, but it seemed not to be him.
She still had the same face, but now she carried the childishness and ignorance of a young girl, as if she was... a Zhiyi he had never known.
When he saw Zhiyi walking towards him, he felt instinctively happy and wanted to run towards her, but his body seemed out of control.
The moment the sky lit up with iron flowers, Xue Zhiyi did not join him in catching Shen Qingtang who had fallen off the Jinlu Bridge as he remembered, but instead passed by without recognizing him...
Many details in the dream were vague. He only knew that Xue Zhiyi in the dream was not by his side as in reality. He didn't know why Zhiyi was so unfamiliar to him, as if he was destined to miss him in this life.
The dream that followed was something he had never experienced before.
He dreamed that after going through untold hardships, he finally found evidence of Zhao Xu's guilt. He took the evidence to visit Prince Cheng's mansion at night, trying to use Prince Cheng to overthrow Zhao Xu, who was his political enemy and an accomplice.
The dream was too real, and even blurred his real memory. When he came to his senses, he suddenly remembered that Zhao Xu was a member of King Cheng's party.
But at this time, the surrounding scene had already switched to the court. In front of the emperor and the ministers, he and Prince Cheng presented evidence of guilt, but every word of the evidence pointed to Shen Chiyan.
"No... no!" Huo Wuyou desperately tried to deny it all: "Uncle! No, there's something wrong with this evidence!"
Before he finished speaking, he heard a high-pitched and shrill voice: "The Queen Mother has passed away!"
Huo Wuyou felt his whole body stiffen and he couldn't stop trembling.
No way! My grandmother was clearly alive and well, how could she just die like that for no reason?
He ran wildly towards Jianzhang Palace, feeling as if thousands of insects and ants were gnawing at his internal organs... He didn't understand why he was in so much pain, and just endured the severe pain and ran towards Jianzhang Palace.
Beneath the white curtains and gold and silver paper, one can hear mournful cries and sad and eerie funeral songs.
Huo Wuyou was shocked to see that on the table in Jianzhang Palace was an intact ebony jar, with no signs of being dropped by Xue Zhiyi.
How could this be?! Why is this thing still here?!
He tried his best to smash it to pieces, but the moment the ebony jar fell to the ground, everything around him changed again...
"Princess Anle comes from a distinguished family, possesses both talent and virtue, and should make peace with the Northern Di people. I hope they will establish a friendly relationship with Qin and Jin!"
In my ears, I could hear the eunuch reading the imperial edict, and in front of me, sitting in the sedan chair on the long journey, was A Yu, her eyes red with tears.
That childish little face was painted with a strange red makeup, dressed like a bride, with the curtain of the sedan chair lifted, looking back from afar.
Huo Wuyou suddenly felt a loud bang in his head, and the pain in his body felt like a burning fire.
But he still rushed forward desperately, wanting to take A Yu away and smash the pearl crown in her hair.
But what followed was a sharp sword piercing into his body, and the unbearable pain seemed to crush him bit by bit.
In the sedan chair, Huo Zhiyu cried heartbreakingly. She reached out to him and screamed in despair: "Second brother! Second brother, take me away! Second brother!!!"
But even if Huo Wuyou tried his best, he could not move his body at all, until the blood soaked his vision bit by bit and A Yu's crying gradually faded away.
When the imperial decree of condemnation came down, he was already numb from the pain.
A striking tattoo was left on that once bright face. He was shackled and put in shackles, walking with other prisoners on the road to being sent to Yuzhou as an exile.
Instinct told him that he couldn't just accept his fate. He still had a younger brother, and he still had Wu Hui...
He struggled desperately to break free from the shackles and ran forward without stopping. He didn't know how long he ran before he finally saw Wuhui again... But Wuhui was already in a mass grave.
Everyone in Huajing knew that it was the naughty youngest son of the Zhao family who verbally humiliated his treacherous brother in front of Huo Wuhui. Huo Wuhui argued with him, but was dragged from behind a horse until he died. He was then rolled up in a straw mat and thrown into a mass grave.
It's them again...it's them again!
At this moment, Huo Wuyou had only one thought, he wanted them all to die!
That night, he slaughtered all 200 people in the Yongping Marquis's mansion until his whole body was soaked in blood.
The sky was covered with heavy snow, and the pain in his body became more severe, even accompanied by a biting cold. Behind him, it seemed that something was following his footsteps, as if it was killing his closest relatives and wanted to get rid of him as well.
He was like a lone wolf with blood on its sharp teeth, his body covered with scars, and he was wary of anything that was waiting to get close.
My internal organs felt as if they were pierced by thousands of icicles, and every breath seemed to bring a bone-chilling pain.
He stumbled like this for an unknown amount of time before his feet suddenly felt empty and the surroundings fell into endless darkness.
He was in great pain and very cold, and seemed to have no strength left. He just curled up. Sometimes he really doubted whether he was dead... Otherwise, why was there no warmth on his body?
And then I suddenly realized that if I died, it would be better. At least this endless pain would dissipate with his death...
But vaguely, he seemed to see a little bit of warm yellow light, like a small bonfire, and next to the bonfire, there seemed to be a person...
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