The winter in Beiyan is unimaginably cold, the snow here seems to have never stopped, the moonlight here is always so cold, and the world here is not warm at all.

Such a heavy snowfall has lasted for more than half a month, and a thick layer of snow has already accumulated on the ground, and a layer of white makeup has been wrapped on houses, branches, and even people's clothes.

In the palace of King Xie, the capital of thistle, the lights are bright, people come and go, and it is as lively as a market during the day.

Today, it is the fiftieth birthday banquet of Xiewang Yuwenkui, in the Northern Yan Kingdom, from the princes and nobles, down to the rich and wealthy gentry, everyone with a little status has come.

Above the banquet, it was overcrowded.

Xie Wang Yu Wenkui sat in the center, his huge, somewhat bloated figure sitting there like a small mountain. On the deputy seats on the left and right sides, sitting are Yu Wenkui's two sons. The eldest son, Yu Wenle, the second son, Yu Wenwen, and his youngest son, Yu Wenning, sat at the very end of the guest table.

This seems to be unreasonable, but those who know the inside story feel that there is nothing wrong with it, after all, Yuwenning is not loved by Yuwenkui, and that is something that the whole Ji knows.

Yu Wenkui stood up with a wine glass, looking very happy: "Thank you for coming thousands of miles to attend the birthday banquet of this king, and let us do it together." ”

Everyone in the room stood up.

After everyone has a glass of wine.

"Such a good atmosphere, if there is no singing and dancing, it will not be fun. This king specially invited the top dancer of Yanchun Tower, the singing girl, to give everyone a dance. ”

As soon as the words fell, all kinds of intertwined music immediately played, and several red-clothed dancers came in in clusters, and under their support, the white-clothed dancers in the middle slowly walked in, with a beautiful posture and stunning appearance, which instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.

She has a red melon seed face, wearing a small mid-collar with a smoke and white elastic ink Ruyi pattern, an embroidered skirt embroidered with a treasure vase pattern embroidered in ancient white colors, and a plain silk with piping entwined grape tulle. With long flowing hair, a chic Uighur bun, a jade ring on his hand with a creamy skin, a Ruyi tassel waist seal on his waist, and a hundred butterflies wearing flower brocade sachets hanging on it, and special flower-shaped dancing shoes on his feet, the whole person looks beautiful and beautiful.

She is the famous first dancer of Yanchun Tower in the thistle capital.

Ordinary people can't see her at all, and powerful people have to spend a lot of money to see that shocking side. And in the eyes of more people, being able to appreciate the dancing posture of singing is simply as beautiful as a dream.

To be able to appreciate her materials so closely, only a person of Xie Wang Yu Wenkui's status can turn his dream into reality.

Dancing in the center of the birthday banquet with a song, the beautiful dance posture is like a white snow elf with a song, jumping lightly on the snowfield, spinning and looking back, smiling, a small action has attracted everyone's obsessive attention, this is the so-called dance of the city.

Although Yige is just a dancing girl, she has an indescribable noble temperament that makes people want to surrender.

But it seemed that all this was not very attractive to Yu Wenning, and he drank sullen wine by himself, which seemed incompatible with the atmosphere of the whole banquet.

However, Yi Ge suddenly spun one after another, and his figure floated in front of Yu Wenning, his hands were pinched into orchid fingers, and he circled down, and his eyes were just opposite to Yu Wenning's eyes.

The moment he saw Yu Wenning, Yi Ge suddenly laughed.

This smile, like the sun melting the ice and snow in early spring, sprinkled a warm dawn in Yu Wenning's already frozen heart.

As the son of King Xie, he is neither a concubine nor the eldest son, and he is not treated well by Yuwenkui, but he can be regarded as born in a powerful family. What kind of beautiful dancer has not been seen, but the woman in front of him, this shocking side seems to be destined to meet, just one glance, it is already ten thousand years, this dance, will amaze him for the rest of his life.

At the end of the dance, the hall applauded. Everyone is amazed by the celestial posture of the song, the dance of the dementor, and the dance of the dementor has not woken up from this scene for a long time, immersed in the endless aftertaste.

"Hahahaha, good, worthy of being the first dancing girl in Yanchun Tower, this king has seen countless beauties, and no one can compare with the singing girl. ”

Yige stepped forward and bowed slightly: "The prince is fifty years old today, and Yige only represents Yanchunlou to pay tribute to the prince with a cup, and I wish the prince a blessing like the East China Sea and a long life." ”

"Okay, Le'er, pour a full wine for Miss Yige. ”

Yu Wenle was naturally happy to do this, he came over and poured Yige full of wine, and took advantage of this gap to throw a wink at Yige. But Yige's expression did not change in the slightest from beginning to end.

After pouring the wine, Yige walked in front of Yu Wenkui, and Yu Wenkui also raised his glass.

Yige didn't say anything, and drank a glass of wine directly.

"Well, I didn't expect Miss Yige to be so bold, and the king couldn't lose face. ”

After speaking, Yu Wenkui raised his head and drank.

And at this moment, no one thought about what would happen in the next second.

Yi Ge didn't know when there was an extra dagger in his hand, and when Yu Wenkui was drinking, he stabbed him in the abdomen without hesitation, and only the handle of the entire dagger was still exposed, and the rest was stabbed into his stomach.

Yuwen Kui took a few steps back and pressed his wound, but found that the blood could not stop gushing out from the wound.

"You--how dare you assassinate this king?"

Yi Ge showed a sneer: "Yuwen Kui, I have been waiting for this day for many years. ”

The turn of events was so abrupt that no one reacted in time.

The first to react was Yu Wenning. Yu Wenning got up directly and yelled, "Catch the assassin." ”

A large group of palace guards rushed forward, and Yi Ge threw away her clothes, and she was still wearing a tight-fitting night suit inside her body.

At this moment, everyone understood that this was an assassination that Yige had planned a long time ago.

The palace guards rushed towards Yige, but they all underestimated her.

Yige dodged left and right in the crowd with a ghostly figure, as if she was dancing, so many people, so many weapons, and even her clothes had not been touched.

Who would have thought that a dancer who looked weak would have such vigorous skills and superb martial arts.

But even though Yige's martial arts were very high, there were still guards from the palace pouring in from outside the hall. Everyone knows that if Yige doesn't break through, sooner or later he will be caught.

At this time, Yu Wenning finally couldn't sit still, he snatched a knife from the guards beside him and joined the battlefield directly.

Yu Wenning is not like his two elder brothers, who can't do anything except slap horses. Although he is not favored, he has been practicing martial arts hard since he was a child, and although he is young, his martial arts are enough to be listed as a master of the rivers and lakes.

"Why did you kill my father?"

Yu Wenning questioned Yi Ge, with great anger and incomprehension suppressed in his tone, and even a little pity.

However, Yige said three words coldly: "He deserves to die." ”

When Yu Wenning heard this, he finally couldn't restrain himself anymore and rushed forward, the two were entangled together, and the people around him automatically surrounded the city, leaving no gap to escape.

And over there, Yu Wenkui's body could no longer support it, and his huge body collapsed with a bang. Yu Wenle and Yu Wen supported his body.

"Father, how are you, father?"

Yu Wenkui looked at Yi Ge, who was still fighting with Yu Wenning, and said with his last strength: "Kill this for me--cheap...... Slut ......"

Before he could say a word, Yu Wenkui lost his breath.

A generation of heroes was assassinated by a dancer at his birthday banquet without warning.

Seeing that Yu Wenkui suddenly lost his breath, Yu Wenle and Yu Wenwen were frightened.

The two said in unison: "Father, father, you can't die, you haven't explained who will inherit the throne, father ......"

Yu Wenning's martial arts are quite high, and there is no way to take him down immediately. Seeing that there are more and more palace guards in the hall, some of them are already overcrowded.

Yi Ge knew in his heart that it would be useless to continue to consume Yu Wenning like this, and his eyes noticed Yu Wenle and Yu Wenwen not far behind him.

Yige suddenly turned around and ran towards Yu Wenle and Yu Wenwen.

Seeing this, Yu Wenning secretly screamed in his heart, and shouted loudly: "Run--"

However, he was still a step slower, and Yige had already come to the front, first kicking Yu Wenwen away, and then subduing Yu Wenle in an instant.

Her first target was Yu Wenle, who was the eldest son of Yuwen Kui, and he was also the son of King Xie's mansion.

Yige hijacked Yu Wenle, and after Yu Wenkui died, in this Xiewang Mansion, the head of the family naturally became Yu Wenle, the eldest son of the eldest son.

The others didn't dare to mess around, and chose the right target with the song.

Yige held Yu Wenle hostage and walked outside, and the guards didn't dare to stop him.

There is only one person who blocks the way of Yige and does not back down.

Yige: "Get out of the way, or I'll kill him!"

Yu Wenning stood there, standing still, like an iceberg.

"You killed your father, do you think you can escape from the palace?"

Yi Ge didn't speak, but with a little force, the knife on Yu Wenle's neck sank deep into his skin, and red blood instantly soaked out from the blade.

Yu Wenle was so frightened that he screamed, completely losing his usual majesty.

"Don't get excited. Yu Wenning, you bastard, do you wish I died so that you could inherit the throne? Get out of the way of me, or I'll pick your skin. ”

Yu Wenning clenched the fist in his hand, he was unwilling and unwilling, but what could he do, he was just a young son of a concubine, and his identity could not be compared with Yu Wenle at all.

In desperation, Yu Wenning still chose to get out of the way, so that the way to go out with the song was a flat river.

Yige kept holding him hostage to the outside of King Xie's mansion, and then kicked Yu Wenle away and ran away.

Seeing this, Yu Wenning immediately followed.