The snow is falling. The rolling hills are covered with thick white. The sky, the earth and the mountains are mixed together with a kind of quiet and solemn color, with some poetic flavor, as if to prepare for the arrival of a special moment.
On the snowy mountain road, a group of people and horses with several carriages pushed eastward. Hundreds of people walked quietly and orderly, like a giant snake winding in the snow mountain.
Mu Chunyang sits quietly in one of the carriages. Today, she specially chose a bright red glazed dress, which is worthy of this special day for her.
The bright colors, together with her white and delicate skin, make people feel brighter. The skirt with waist tied and sleeves tight highlights her graceful figure, and wears a white fox cloak that Situ Ming gave her. She tightened her cloak and wrapped all her gorgeous and dazzling clothes under the cloak of her beloved white fox.
After scheming for so long, I finally got what I wanted. I stole the weapon for him, helped him to ascend the throne, and was able to accompany him. Although Shifu still hesitated, he was finally moved by his own efforts. He took thirty-six disciples, one hundred and eighty eight disciples and the Du family of the State of Coloured Glaze to the Eastern Belief. I believe that with the support of the Du family, his country will be more stable.
Today is his accession ceremony. He once said that if he ascended the throne one day, he would be crowned as an imperial concubine. At the thought of being with him, Mu Chunyang's heart beat fast and his face was flushed. People were sitting in the carriage, but their hearts had already flown to Dongxin country more than ten miles away.
Suddenly, the carriage stopped, and a noise seemed to come from a distance. Then there were screams, hoofs, and noises.
Mu Chunyang lifted the curtain of the car, and could not believe what he saw: a group of Dongxin cavalry in silver armor fiercely entered the ranks of the clansmen, all carrying swords and bows, killing like a Shura from hell.
More and more people died in the hands of cavalry. Most of these people were Confucian scholars in the country of Liuli, and few of them practiced martial arts. In front of the fast training Dongxin cavalry, they are vulnerable to a single attack.
In a short time, hundreds of people were killed by dozens of cavalry. The vast white land was dyed a bleak blood red, and the vague glass language, begging voice, and wailing voice resounded in the valley, which made people shocked.
The lady in red in the carriage was already pale with fright. She could not help shivering and her mind was confused.
Why? Why? He clearly said that he was waiting for me and would come to pick me up! How could it be like this?
The curtain of the car was lifted, and a kindly old man with white hair appeared in front of him. Although he frowned, he was not flustered. Du Sang, who was born as a clan leader, was calm. Holding a long sword to protect his body, he said to the panicked people in the car, "Yang Er, hurry up! We may be trapped!"
Medium plan? How could he cheat me?
The vows of eternal love still linger in my ears, and my sweetheart's voice and face seem to be still in front of me. The lady in red in the car was still foolishly pestling there, clutching the cloak on both sides with both hands, as if to hold the last straw.
Du Sang grabs Mu Chunyang's arm and gently pulls it out of the car. He knows the nature of his beloved, but he doesn't see it with his own eyes. He won't believe his sweetheart's betrayal.
"Yang'er, go away quickly! It's very unlucky to go to Dongxin! That Situ Ming..." Before he finished speaking, his eyes trembled, and a long sword had pierced his chest. The blood splashed down on the snow through the sharp sword edge, just like beautiful red plums.
"Master Fu!" Mu Chunyang lost his voice and shouted, a feeling of sadness rose from his chest, and tears immediately blurred his vision.
But when she saw the man who stabbed the sword, she was shocked first, and then the sadness in her chest was replaced by more anger.
"Second Elder Martial Brother, why did you kill Shifu?"
Du Zhongqiu stood in front of Mu Chunyang with a cold look in his eyes, and the sword handle was still stained with Du Sang's blood.
"The old man never treats me as an apprentice. He only sees you as a disciple. As long as he is alive, I will not be the dean of the Liuli Academy, let alone the patriarch of the Du clan!"
"You... you killed the master who raised you when you were young because of this?" Mu Chunyang's face was red with anger, looking more gorgeous and charming.
Du Zhongqiu's mouth was slightly hooked with a cold smile. "Hum, the devil will kill you if you don't care for yourself! Why don't you talk about yourself when you talk about me? Isn't it all a ruse to help Situ Ming ascend to the throne? It's a pity that you have tried your best, but you are not the one who enjoys the throne in the harem. Mu Dongxue has been sleeping with him for a long time!"
Du Zhongqiu's last words almost made Mu Chunyang collapse. She trembled slightly and almost fainted. Winter snow, no, impossible! How could she and Situ Ming
