History of Northern Wei: In December of the tenth year of Guiyun, Blizzard, Emperor Wu collapsed, and the youngest son ascended the throne as Emperor Wen of Wei.

It was an ordinary hut, and he waved away the group of people who had come with him, and sat alone in the wing, quietly staring at the face of the blue in front of the desk with a smile.

Ambergris flowed slowly in the small space, his eyes were doting, but the corners of his eyes seemed to be overflowing.

In the painting is a woman in a snow-clad suit, green silk like ink, dancing with the wind, but her blurry eyes seem to be embedded with a pair of deep-sea black pearls, unforgettable profundity, the corners of her mouth are slightly upturned, and her vermilion lips are slightly open, just like a shallow smile whispering from the painting.

"Guiyun, it's good for me to accompany you......" He stretched out his hand and carefully touched the picture, as if it was very easy to disintegrate into pieces, as if this was the only painting left in the whole world, and his fingers tapped the woman's cheek.

Outside, the crowd was full, and the atmosphere was solemn.

The sky was gradually overcast, and the cold wind gradually rose, and the cold seemed to blow all the sorrow.

"It's going to snow, isn't it?" someone whispered.

A few people next to him looked at the sky: "Probably." ”

"Why is there no movement in the house?" said a boy in a bright yellow dragon costume closest to the room, his attention completely absorbed in the door.

None of the others dared to respond, even if they were nervous, but they all knew that it was not only their group of people who were separated from this door, and this door separated him from the world.

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, why don't you go in and take care of it. "The purple-clothed crane, spreading its wings for nine days, is the first product of the dynasty to dispel evil spirits.

The boy in yellow is Prince Guiyun, who is less than ten years old, he seems to be old, but at this moment he is already a master of the six gods.

The boy raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door, as if the door did not want the noise outside to disturb the inside, only two knocks were made, and the people inside could not hear very clearly.

"Father—" The crown prince raised his voice and shouted again.

There was still dead silence inside.

The ministers looked at each other speechlessly, only the left minister frowned and said to the prince: "Push the door." ”

The prince seemed to know what was happening, and pushed open the door with trembling hands, and in an instant the wind roared, screaming that the sky was falling wildly and the snow was falling, and the white net shrouded the four fields.

"Father-" The prince cried bitterly, and the government and the opposition were moved.

This man, who overthrew the previous dynasty and became emperor for ten years, fell into an eternal sleep with his picture scroll of love more than life.

The cold wind blew into the house, swept in a few strands of snowflakes, landed on the silver wires, and merged into one.

He sat there quietly, smiling softly, his calloused hand resting lightly on the scroll, as if to soothe his lover, who he had spoiled for half his life.

"Your Majesty—" Gonggong Liao wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and announced to the ministers.

"Father-in-law Liao, let's make a decree. Left gesture.

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In the winter of the twentieth year of Zhaoping, the first snow fell on most of the northern guards, and the earth was covered in silver overnight, and the aspens on the roadside were inserted into the silver-white scabbard, pointing straight to the sky, and the eaves were also draped with silver silk scarves, standing quietly on both sides of the street, solemnly looking at the bustle from far and near.

The children had a snowball fight, and the snow balls condensed into cute toys in their hands, and also turned into a cold sharp blade to pierce his eyes.

Mu Qinggui swept the courtyard that was not too big, his small body was holding a broom that did not match his height at all, and his lonely eyes fell on the gate behind him, which was the only home he and his mother had in Chuzhuan, a small courtyard surrounded by a dilapidated hall and a fence at the door.

He remembered that when Grandpa Wen was there, he used to talk to him about that snowy night......

In the winter of the twenty-fifth year of Zhaoping, the Praetorian Guards broke into the house, detained the entire family for no reason, the eunuchs of the palace held high the holy decree, and the emperor was sent to the heavens, and the general of the Northern Guard Protectorate returned to the enemy and treason, and the men of the Mu family were decided, and the female dependents were exiled, and they were slaves for generations, and the emperor was merciful, because the eldest princess was pregnant, she was allowed to go to Cen Zhou, and Qin this-

His father, Mu Yue'an, a former protector general, collaborated with the enemy and treason.

His mother, the eldest princess of the Northern Guard, Chongchu Zhuan, was relegated to slavery.

If it weren't for the emperor's amnesty the next year, his mother was able to get out of slavery, maybe he would be just a humble slave now.

This place in Cen Zhou belongs to the south of Beiwei, although it is cold in winter, it does not draw thousands of miles of ice in the city, but it is somewhat similar to the winter of Qianguo Pingqing, it snowed overnight, the snow is not very thick, the sun crosses the dark clouds, the snow quietly melts, he cleans the yard and begins to warm the book.

The children who are as old as him are still playing very excitedly, most of them are children of the common people of Cenzhou, they don't understand the country and the world, they only know that there is a sinner's child living here.

Many times the adults warn them that they can't play with this sinner's child, that his father is a bad guy who colludes with outsiders to bully us, and that you can't talk to him if you're a good boy, you can't even look at him.

Qinggui has no mother, no playmates, only an old man will take care of it from time to time, he has no right to experience the age of being simple and ignorant.

Whenever Qinggui was full of admiration outside the door, the old man would tell him that you were the son of Mu Yue'an and the eldest princess, your father was killed by traitors, and your mother followed your father, and you have to avenge them.

This old man is Mu Wen, the head of the Mu family who has been with his father for half his life, and he took leave to return to his hometown because of a disease in his left leg, but he was mercied by God and escaped this disaster.

Qinggui seems to understand whether he understands or not, and he has known since he can remember that he has no childhood.

As the sound of horses' hooves approached in the distance, he ran out of the courtyard to look curiously, and suddenly it was dark before his eyes, and the whole world fell asleep silently.

After a night of wind and snow, the horse's hooves stepped on the stars, arrived outside the gate of Cen Zhou at ten o'clock at sunrise, the soldiers guarding the city had already received the news and waited on the side, Tai Shou Fang Zhiyao took office for three years, but the Cen Zhou governance land was praised for ten miles.

The ancestor of the Fang family was just an ordinary general, and later because Fang Zhiyao had quite a lot of achievements and a high prestige in the army, he was recommended as a party Taishou, and it has been three years now.

"Xiaguan greets Lord Ye. ”

The lord in the carriage was the crown prince Ye Yang appointed by His Majesty Emperor Lang of the Northern Guard, who was not only responsible for teaching the prince, but more importantly, Emperor Lang also handed over some confidential documents to Ye Taifu in charge.

"Lord Fang is in charge of Cen Zhou, and in just four years, he has been able to turn this place into a hub between the two countries, which is indispensable. ”

A young man wearing a purple-red crane winged official robe walked down in the carriage, only twenty and five, but his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts, Fang Zhiyao's heart was shocked, and he was worthy of being the crown prince and concubine appointed by my emperor.

The handsome facial features of the knife carved coldly deterred a rigorous atmosphere, his eyes swept over the kneeling crowd, and he raised his head slightly to look up at the scene of Cen Zhou Street, as if he was watching, for a long time, the thin lips that were tightly pursed finally opened slightly, but the voice was as comfortable as the warm sun.

For a while, he was intimidated by this cold officialdom, and Fang Zhiyao forgot to reply.

"Daddy, are you here?" the voice of a delicate girl woke him up.