Looking for her husband's god horse for her protagonist

Chapter 1 Prologue

"what--!!"

In the darkness, the young man temporarily woke up from his nightmare because of his screams full of grief and pain.

His head was covered with sweat, his black hair was scattered, and his eyes lost their former brilliance, empty, hesitant, and helpless.

There was an unpleasant sour smell all over his body. He looked down and saw that a generation of good young men who had always appeared in front of the world with a noble and elegant appearance would have such a miserable day.

He grinned his white and chapped lips, and smiled bitterly and ironically.

squeak-

A few streaks of silver moonlight leaked obliquely through the holes in the roof of the dilapidated temple, and the gray-black mouse was not afraid of people here, so it dignifiedly got to the wall and gnawed on the tattered straw mat under him.

He glanced numbly, fell down again, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Even in his sleep, he didn't dare to be too relieved, and always slept soundly.

Half-asleep and half-awake, it seems like a fantasy, it is easiest to dream of the scars in the heart that you least want to touch.

When the sky was getting dark, the young man was awakened by the sound of horseshoes.

The sound was still far away from the ruined temple, but the long-standing habit made the young man get up from the ground quickly like a frightened bird, and the rats by the wall were startled, chirping and running away.

He hurriedly got out of the hole covered with dry grass at the base of the wall, then hurriedly blocked the hole, looked towards the mountains and dense forests, and was about to escape quietly.

However, not long after the young man blocked the hole, he heard the sound of horseshoes approaching the ruined temple.

He couldn't leave at all. Those people had profound internal strength and sensitive eyes and ears. If they made a sound at this time, they would definitely be discovered.

Listening to footsteps, there are five or six people here this time.

The young man gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly, with such force that his nails pierced the skin of his palms, and blood trickled down from his fingers.

His eyes were bloodshot, and hatred was evident.

Because as long as he closes his eyes, he can think of how the last remaining old butler, Fang Bo, fought desperately to give himself a glimmer of life from these people.

His name is Zhong Li.

His father was the Secretary of the Ministry of War in the period of the first emperor. After the death of the first emperor, the court forces fought each other. His upright and unyielding father was framed and framed. die.

The Zhong family also fell into decline.

Although Zhong Li was the youngest son of Zhong Laoshangshu, because he was a concubine, no one was willing to take care of Zhong Li's mother and son when the family was separated, so Zhong Li could only live with his mother in his natal family.

By chance, Zhong Li met the mysterious swordsman Chu Lingyun, and since then forged an indissoluble bond with Jianghu.

Zhong Li was fascinated by the joyful love and hatred in the arena.

He practiced martial arts with his father since he was a child, but martial arts were useless when his father was in trouble and his family was in trouble. For 20 years, he lived a life of suppressing his nature. Rarely willful once.

In the rivers and lakes, he made friends with many romantic and handsome people, experienced several thrilling engagements, and even experienced conspiracy in the rivers and lakes.

But he never thought that it would be just another conspiracy for those people whom he confided in his heart to be his confidantes, and even those who secretly had an affair with each other, approaching him.

The gentle and sickly Seventh Prince's eldest grandson Xuanyi approached him because of the token that his father entrusted to him for safekeeping before his death.

Feng Shaoyue, who is passionate and romantic, and Shi Weixiao, who is calm and upright, are looking for a treasure map that is kept together with the keepsake.

And Chu Lingyun, who kept saying that he would protect Zhong Li, had never been seen since he was abandoned by those three people and hunted down.

Ah……

His life is really ironic and ridiculous!

After all, he was still too naive, thinking that as long as he treats each other with sincerity, others will treat him with sincerity.

He thought that the people in the Jianghu were the most authentic and pure, but he didn't know that those people he thought were true and pure were not fundamentally different from the flattering and cunning people in the court.

Compared with those human beings, his martial arts and calculations are not even comparable to other people's fingers.

Don't talk about revenge, get back your own things, and now even your life is at stake.

"It seems that he has already left." In the ruined temple, one of the pursuers said.

"Not necessarily..." Another chaser with a gloomy voice said slowly.

Zhong Li slowed down her breathing, trying not to be noticed by those with deep inner strength, her heart suddenly rose to her throat.

Even if you can't take revenge, you can't be impulsive, let down Fang Bo's last sacrifice...

"It smells like blood," said the third person.

"Just around here..."

Hearing these words, Zhong Li's eyes suddenly widened, he looked down at his bloody hands, and suddenly smiled sadly.

Following the smell of blood to find Zhong Li, the footsteps were getting closer and closer.

Zhong Li knew that she had been exposed, so she laughed more and more arrogantly. She smiled and suddenly felt her face was wet.

In the end, he still failed...

Zhong Li thought he was dead, he looked indifferently at himself lying on the ground, and those killers who had traveled all the way to kill him, it was the first time he saw the real appearance of those killers.

The leader was the one who pierced Fang Bo's heart with a sword that day when Fang Bo was desperately protecting himself.

Zhong Li's clothes were sprayed with blood, and Zhong Li could never forget the scene of Uncle Fang falling down.

Every night in his sleep, he would dream of Fang Bo falling miserably, and when he woke up, his heart ached, as if he was the one who was pierced through his left chest by a sword.

He still wants to take a closer look, keep these people firmly in his mind, take them down to Huangquan, and settle the score with these people in the next life

But in an instant, he came to an extremely strange place.

Zhong Li stood in this extremely strange room. Although the room had windows and a bed, it felt different from the rooms he knew.

What attracted him the most was a shiny black object on the table. He seemed to be attracted, walked over slowly, reached out to touch it, but was startled.

The screensaver mode was released, and the screen displayed in front of Zhong Li was densely packed with words.

It was difficult for Zhong Li to read simplified characters, but he was gifted and intelligent, and even guessed and confused, he was able to read some meanings at last.

Between the lines, everything shocked him.

He was shaking the brightly lit board, and his face gradually became crazy. He accidentally moved a hard object connected to the board that could be grasped in the palm of his hand. When the roller moved, the characters on the board also rolled.

Zhong Li took advantage of this discovery and read the words on it from beginning to end.

I don't know how long I have been standing in front of the table, after reading it, I am still staring blankly at the words on the screen.

...It turns out that he is just a character in a book.

Everything he has experienced is just a story in someone else's storybook...

The funny thing is that at the end of the story, it was exactly three months ago that Zhong Li and his confidants retired to the Jianghu. At that time, Zhong Li really thought that it was the happiest time in his life.

Zhong Li smiled miserably, wondering how the person who wrote the script would feel when he knew that he escaped after a near-death escape, and that he was actually being plotted and used by others?

……

It was getting dark, and the young man in ancient robes stood firmly in front of the laptop on the table. The pale light shone on him, looking terrifying like a ghost.

Shao Yong returned home from the supermarket downstairs, before he had time to turn on the lights, saw this scene, and screamed without thinking: "Ghost——!!"

In a panic, he turned on the light with trembling hands, then picked up the thickest dictionary from the bookshelf, and held it up in front of him: "You, are you a human or a ghost? What are you doing? Breaking into and robbing? Pretending to be a ghost to scare people? God Ah, brother, you must have escaped from a mental hospital..."

The young man turned around and looked at Shao Yong.

After a long time, the young man asked in a depressed tone: "You... don't know me?"

"Have we met before?" Shao Yong's eyes widened.

The young man pointed to the computer screen: "You wrote this script?"

Shao Yong suppressed his nervousness and fear: "Yes, so what? Peeping at other people's privacy is illegal, I, I can sue you!"

The young man stared at Shao Yong, the resentment in his eyes was very clear, as if he had countless words to say, reflecting his pale face, he looked even more dejected.

After a long time, the man slowly said: "...I am Zhong Li."

Shi Weixiao