It was night when the weather suddenly turned cold, and Ah Li came in from outside the hall and came over with concern to ask for warmth with Qizhang:

"Girl, it's snowing this day, do you want to cage a stove?"

Wanzhang was leaning against the window in a daze, and suddenly heard Ah Li ask her, first paused, and then replied:

"No need."

After that, he was stunned for a while, and then remembered what Ah Li had just said.

Is it all starting to snow?

Then I opened the window, and sure enough, I saw that the sky and the earth were vast, and there were feather-like snowflakes floating in the sky.

Stretching out his hand to take one, he felt a chill when he felt the snow slowly melt in his palm.

Suddenly turned his head:

"Ah Li."

She stopped Ah Li, who was about to leave the hall, in time, but she suddenly stopped, and then slowly spoke, "Go and cage a brazier in the willow girl's house in the side hall." She looked silent and added, "When that girl was in the south, she was always afraid of the cold." ”

Ah Li glanced at Wanzhang, she really didn't have a good impression of that catkins, Miss Wanzhang was so concerned about her, she was just a girl, but she always looked cold, and she didn't know what could make her so high.

However, since Wanzhang said so, it was just to cage a brazier for the girl, and it was not a difficult task, anyway, there were palace maids to do it, Ah Li nodded, and agreed smoothly.

"Yes."

Ah Li turned his head and left, and his figure disappeared inch by inch outside the door of the vermilion lacquer hall on the close, and Wanzhang looked silently at the two of them for a while before turning back and continuing to look at the snow.

This snowy night always made her feel a little strange.

Not to mention that it should not snow in this solar term, just to say that this night sky, the night sky with snow, will be bright and bright, exposing every star to the sky, just like the number of human lives placed on the hexagram plate.

Hexagram ......

As if thinking of something, Wan Zhang subconsciously went to find the star that symbolized Murong Chong.

There are no bad signs, but it is brighter than before, and it seems that the great cause will only be achieved within this year at most.

But...... How did the star that was so close to him disappear inexplicably?

Although the star has always been unknown and not dark, it has always been close to him, silently guarding, it is a star symbolizing relatives, and there is only the only one by his side, why did it suddenly disappear?

Could it be that it symbolizes that the only relative around Murong Chong has passed away?

Who's that? His loved ones, the dearest relatives......

She seemed to think of something, but she was still not sure, and after a few thoughts, she decided to use the gossip to calculate it.

The hexagrams are fine, the only thing that has changed......

It's a Xun hexagram.

Symbolizes the eldest daughter.

Really......

is Princess Qinghe, Murong Chong's only sister.

She's dead.

Therefore, the auxiliary star falls, so the Xun hexagram changes.

Although he has never heard his sister mentioned from Murong Chong's mouth, he also knows that they are the same mother, they grew up together since childhood, and later the Yan Kingdom collapsed, and they became Fu Jian's captives together, this pair of sisters and brothers must be life and death together, take care of each other, and have deep feelings, and now that Princess Qinghe has passed away, if he knows, he must be very sad.

In addition, if you are not mistaken, although Fu Jian was released to Pingyang because of Wang Meng's bitter admonition and because of the statement of the hundred officials, Princess Qinghe still stayed by Fu Jian's side in Chang'an, and now Murong Chong killed in Chang'an, Princess Qinghe died suddenly, nine times out of ten, it should be related to Fu Jian.

Even he thought so, if Murong Chong had already known about Qinghe's death, he would definitely go directly to Weiyang Palace to kill Fu Jian in a fit of grief and indignation, but now, Emperor You is still by Fu Jian's side......

He must not do that!

Wan Zhang's hands clenched suddenly.

He had to go to Murong Chong, if he didn't know the news, then he would have to hide it for as long as he could, if he already knew...... Then, you have to stop as long as you can.

When he came to the palace where Murong Chong lived, Wan Zhang was seeing a few soldiers coming out of his hall, and he subconsciously only secretly said that it was not good, could it be that this was the person who came from the Yang Palace to deliver the news?

Hurriedly quickened his pace and walked over, and when he got closer, he found that the faces of these little soldiers who had just come out of the temple were very strange, all of them were frightened and stiff, as if they had all seen ghosts together.

She grabbed a soldier who must have been frightened, and asked anxiously:

"You haven't come from the Yang Palace to deliver news?"

The other party's previous fright was not suppressed, and she was so suddenly frightened that she almost fell to the ground on the spot, fortunately, she also exercised on weekdays, and she shook her body and took a few breaths of cold air, and saw that it was just a girl standing in front of her, although it was very strange that there was a girl in Afang Palace, but the scene he saw just now, the degree of fright was completely negligible.

Guessing that the identity of the other party must be unusual, the little soldier lowered his head and replied:

"The little ones didn't come from the Yang Palace, but were ordered to bring wine to His Highness." He also said, "The people who never came from the Yang Palace to deliver the news have just returned, and the girl has something to look for them......

Before he finished listening to the words, Wan Zhang had already let go of the hand holding the little soldier and ran towards the hall quickly, leaving only these few soldiers who were obviously just here to deliver wine, but they were unlucky enough to encounter the anger of the emperor's brother and looked at each other. However, this girl is well-dressed, and she can come and go freely in Afang Palace without reporting, could it be ......

A few of the soldiers came to their senses.

Could it be the mysterious ...... who was at the height of the legend in the army?

Miss Wanzhang?

Opening the door, there was a strong smell of wine in the hall, and Wan Zhang frowned subconsciously, and then felt a pair of fiery eyes staring at him, and immediately looked to the side, and couldn't help but gasp.

Murong Chong was sitting on the side of the desk drinking from a jar......

No, he was clearly pouring wine on himself, opened the seal, looked up and poured, and there were eleven or twelve large and small wine jars scattered on the ground.

It wasn't until I saw someone come in that the extremely coherent movement stopped.

The phoenix's eyes were raised, and they fell on her with a scorching scorch.

Wanzhang actually felt a kind of panic of being watched by the beast, that kind of look, it was even more terrifying than the thousands of troops in the present, the bows and crossbows fired together, and the battle song shook the sky. The eyes like a phoenix in fire were red, and there were endless flames burning in the blood, like a Shura who had been born into the world.

Asura...... Whoever comes into contact with it, if it does not please him, will surely suffer.

Let everyone who sees him feel the extreme fear from the heart.

Wanzhang gasped hard, suppressed the fear that came out of his bones, and took a few steps closer to his side.

No matter what, I was destined to go to his side.

However, although he was close to him, he was still shocked in his heart. His eyes turned out to be red, and his first reaction when he saw it was that he felt amazing and scared, but after looking at it for a while, he suddenly felt that this scene was familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

But where exactly?

After a while, thinking of its origin, I couldn't help but suddenly open my eyes wide, and my palms were cold. It turned out to be those dreams she had in the Eastern Jin Dynasty......

The sky was full of blood, his eyes were bright red, and the sky was all red, as if the heavenly Shura had descended.

Murong Chong stood in the firelight, painful and helpless, as if he had been tortured by tens of thousands of years of reincarnation. The black hair was scattered, floating in the blood light, his eyes were red, and he was dressed in a red dress, but he didn't know whether it was his original color or was dyed red by blood, and the whole person was like being fished out of a pool of blood, and like a phoenix bathing in fire.

……

Is that really not a dream, but a portrayal of the present?

If that's the case...... I can't let him go to Fu Jian, he will only be hurt by strong hatred!

Wan Zhang somehow mustered up the courage to snatch the wine jar from his hand, but after doing this action, he still didn't dare to look at the blood-colored phoenix eyes.

"Don't drink it."

She persuaded, but with a hint of a sigh, she stood in front of her holding the wine jar, naively thinking that she could stop him.

Murong Chong looked at her for a long time, knowing that she didn't dare to look at herself, a sneer overflowed from her lips, and then spoke:

"You're also here to stop me from killing Fu Jian?"

There are seven or eight points of alcohol in the tone, lazy and quiet, but the remaining three or two points of killing intent are mixed with this deep wine intent, which is even more deep and creepy, and it makes people feel chilled when they listen to it.

My sister died......

Killed by Fu Jian's thieves.

When he learned the news, it was like the sky was falling, and he lost half his life.

He and Qinghe a mother compatriots, is the only closest sister and brother, the mother died early, the eldest sister is like a mother, in Dayan, when he was still the king of Zhongshan, sister is still the princess of Qinghe, the feelings are very deep, and later became a prisoner of Qin, all kinds of humiliation, if it is not for them to support each other, comfort each other, Qinghe said again and again that it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, fifteen years ago in Chang'an Weiyang Palace, he has died.

How can there be today's imperial brother Murong Chong?

But now, my sister died in the hands of Fu Jian, and she didn't even have the ability to let Fu Jian pay for her life, they all stopped her one by one, but how could she suppress it? !

At the beginning, Fu Jian killed countless people from Dayan and Murong royal families, but in the final analysis, those people themselves didn't have much feelings, and they didn't think they were relatives, or maybe they were still young and didn't understand the heaviness of death, although they always wanted to take revenge in their hearts, but they were still sensible, so he could endure the humiliation and steal his life, not to mention that Qinghe was still alive in the world.

But now, even his sister is dead, what else is he waiting for? How could he still bear it!

I can't wait to immediately raise my sword and enter Weiyang Palace and shatter Fu Jian's body into ten thousand pieces!

If it weren't for them holding themselves in the way one by one, if they hadn't stopped each other with their lives, if it weren't for them......

How could he face the news of his sister's death, and he could only hide here and drink incompetently!