Frost Color

The real amnesiac female secret guard vs the fake gentle and powerful minister Reunion The previous article has been refined and will be updated in December. ———— When Liu Yingzhou woke up from the slave farm, a woman threw him a piece of rotten radish with an expressionless face, and threatened him in raw Chinese dialect: "If you don't do it, you'll be fucked!" He was inexplicably angry and laughed. However, he has little will to survive, and these foods are meaningless to him. So in the slave farm where hundreds of people were fighting, he refused to fight or grab, and allowed others to bully and trample on him. But every time, there was a short knife that cut off the hand that was reaching for him in time. Who is so nosy? He opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of the woman holding a short knife not far away. It's her again. She didn't speak, always had a cold face, and her eyes seemed to contain contempt, but she turned around and killed people like chopping vegetables. And when the sun goes down, I feel like a frightened ostrich, wanting to bury my head in the ground. It turns out that I was afraid of the dark. At the end of his life, he suddenly thought that he must look at the moon again before he died. So he made a lantern out of dead branches, caught fireflies and put them inside, making a wonderful and exquisite rolling lantern, and threw it into the rustling grass. In the weak firefly, the woman's expression moved slightly, but she couldn't hide the joy in her eyes. Since then there has been a moon in the slave farm. The moon is so small, how bright it is. I have thoughts, follow the path, and enjoy the quietness. He called her - "Aying." Until that day, there were only two of them left in this game of a hundred people fighting. The man who stood on a high place and looked down on all living beings said that only one of them could survive. Liu Yingzhou suddenly didn't want to die anymore. He looked up and saw that she dropped the rolling lamp in her hand and pointed the dagger at him for the first time. ＊ Later, during the Qingming Festival, a peach blossom snow fell in Beijing. Liu Shuxiang, who was already a new member of the court, led the Yulin Guards to capture the assassin. Searching over mountains and mountains, just for the sake of doing foreign work. Suddenly, a girl burst out crying, lying on the ground and begging him softly: "General, save me." Sometimes there are birds pedaling on the branches, and peach petals fall with frost. Liu Yingzhou frowned and hesitated for a long time before slowly asking. "Are you... Ying?" ——— After Qingming was injured, his fortune was quite bad. First, he injured his head, causing congestion and blockage, resulting in temporary blindness. Then his memory was deliberately wiped, and he was married to the infamous Marquis Mingyuan instead of a noble daughter of a noble family. She was unwilling to accept her fate and tried to survive by any means, but she accidentally offended the powerful official Liu Yingzhou. On the wedding day, he actually took her back to the Prime Minister's Palace for wanton revenge. One day, she accidentally heard Liu Yingzhou's most capable assassin saying, "The assassin has been kept by your side for so long and has already lowered his guard. When are you going to take action?" After saying that, he flicked the gold knife in his hand until it buzzed. Liu Yingzhou's light voice came, "No rush, just in the next two days." Qingming was frightened when he heard this, and immediately fell off the imperial concubine's bed. That night, a young man lay on the wall, earnestly called her "Master", and led her to escape from the Prime Minister's Mansion through a dog hole overnight. ＊ On the day she was captured, Qingming's eyes had already healed, and she saw a man wearing a red wedding robe with silver hair, sitting in the red tent, with the white silk she once covered her eyes in hand. He stared at her like a prey. Qingming couldn't help but tremble slightly. When the dragon and phoenix candle was halfway burning, the man held her hand, covered half of the white silk over his eyes, and put the other half into her palm. The murmur between his lips and teeth brushed Qingming's ear, which seemed to comfort and confuse. "Aying... Don't take care of me." Under the shining red light, Qingming took over by mistake. Ps: Blindness and amnesia and other ancient settings are all stewed in a pot, and the plot is very bloody. Male virtue is the standard for male protagonists. The copywriting cannot be trusted at all. The first few chapters are a little rough, but when all the tea leaves are gone, there are still pear blossoms. Purpose: How clear can you see life?