Three years of Great Qi Tianning, deep winter, wind and snow have not stopped.

The heavy snow fell for three days, the whole palace was silent, the army on patrol at night stepped on the snow without leaving a sound, the red and gold palace lights were hidden in the wind and snow, and the lights were swaying slightly.

The snowy night is lonely and lonely, and the red plum is silent, but it is not as good as the Xuanjing Taiji Hall in the west.

Inside the Tai Chi Palace, oil lamps, plain clothes, ancient scrolls.

A man sat on the bed, holding a book in his bare hand, looking down carefully, the light shining on his face, and his eyelashes covered with a shadow.

The door was pushed open, and the wind and snow swept the plum blossoms into the hall. The person who came in had black eyes and phoenix eyes, long eyebrows and sideburns, and a lamp in his hand like a bean, he approached and put the lamp in his hand on the table, the lights reflected each other, and the hall suddenly lit up.

The man walked to the edge of the couch, stared at him for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Today, Zhang Yuandao was killed in the mansion, do you know?" ”

The man on the couch bowed his head and ignored the man's words.

The man's inky pupils became deeper and deeper, and his tone flashed sharply, and his tone was colder than the wind and snow outside: "In this Taiji Palace, you can make a mess of the capital without asking about foreign affairs, shouldn't I reward you well?" Gu Nan, Gu Zhihuan, Gu Taifu?! ”

A sentence finally made the people on the couch react, he raised his head and looked at the young emperor in front of him, a pair of eyes were lighter than glass: "If Your Majesty is afraid, please ask Your Majesty to let the ministers go out of Beijing, otherwise, as long as Gu Zhi is still in the capital for a day, I am afraid that such a thing will not be able to do so in the future." ”

As soon as the words fell, his jaw was choked fiercely, and the young emperor's eyes were full of anger: "Do so much just to leave me? Gu Zhihuan, do you still have a heart? ”

In a word, I was introverted, and I even forgot about it.

These did not move the Taifu on the couch, he had a faint hatred in the eyes of the emperor in front of him, and there was a faint hatred in his light eyes: "I have no heart, I have no heart?!" Emperor Zhaode! Yin Cheng'an! Did you have any intention when you were planning to destroy the 13th Camp in Jingxi?! Do you have the heart to let your only brother go to the battlefield step by step?! When you locked me up in this Tai Chi Hall and humiliated me day and night, did you have the heart?! ”

In the end, the voice was as poignant as a cuckoo crying blood.

Listening to his words, the eyes of the youngest emperor of Daqi were a little red: "You are doing this just to avenge Cheng Xiu, right?" Who was it in the beginning? Yes, it's Xia Yuan, so far, Xia Yuan is dead, Zhou Ming is dead, Zhang Yuandao is also dead, what's next? Is it me the next one you want to kill? ”

Gu Nan closed his eyes and didn't say anything, as if he had acquiesced.

The red in Yin Chengan's eyes became deeper and deeper, and he was silent for a while, and then said a few words in a row, his hands clenched together, and his muscles were exposed.

"Don't you even want to look at me now? Is it so uncomfortable for you to be around me? Yin Chengan gritted his teeth and spoke, suddenly reached out and threw the book in the hand of the person on the couch aside, held his hand tightly with both hands, and leaned over to press it.

Sensing Yin Chengan's intentions, Gu Nan's pupils shrank suddenly: "Yin Chengan, I taught you the Imperial Dao for ten years, and you humiliated me like this?!" ”

"Humiliation?" Yin Chengan laughed in a low voice, "Since you should be like this, it is humiliation...... Anyway, you hate me enough. ”

With that, all the voices were covered with hot kisses, and in a moment, the clothes were thrown under the bed. Gu Nan was forced to bear his movements, buried his head deep in the futon, and put a charcoal stove in the middle of the hall, and the earth dragon was burning vigorously, but he still felt cold in his heart.

Whether it is Gu Nan or Yin Chengan.

There was a sharp pain, Gu Nan's hand holding the corner of the quilt was clenched tightly, and his nails pierced into the flesh and stained the bedding.

For a while, only the sound of water and the crackling of the charcoal stove were left in the huge Taiji Hall.

The sound of the wind and snow outside is still there, and the plum blossoms are swept into the snow by the wind, like blood sprinkled on white paper, which is shocking.

In such a cold night, the bodies of the two people were pressed against each other in the most intimate posture, and they did not feel the slightest warmth.

Gu Nan opened his eyes blankly, he didn't know how long it took, Yin Chengan leaned over and hugged him, pressed his cheek to his neck, his voice was low and hoarse, more desperate than the thick night outside.

"Ten years, ten years, you don't want to stay for ten years, what should I do?"

"The cloud has no intention of going out, and the bird is tired of flying and knows how to return. Gu Zhihui, can you really know it? ”

Speaking of the last few words, Yin Chengan's voice was so light that he was almost inaudible, and the corners of Gu Nan's mouth pulled lightly and closed his eyes.

The movements of the young monarch behind him continued, and every moment was torment and torture for him.

He suddenly remembered that in the early spring many years ago, he saw Yin Chengan for the first time, a thin young man standing under the plum tree and trying to maintain his feigned indifference, looking stubborn and fragile.

At that time, Yin Cheng'an had not yet ascended to the most noble position in the world, Yin Chengxiu was not dead, the flowers in the yard were blooming just right, they were playing under the tree to make tea, and the spring was bright and clean.

But what about then? Gu Nan thought.

Later, after seven years of planning and operation, he pushed Yin Chengan to the supreme position, that is, that year, Yin Chengxiu died on the battlefield, and the peach blossoms of the Taiji Hall died, even if a new one was transplanted later, it was not the same.

The clouds have no intention of going out, and the birds are tired of flying and know how to return.

But Gu Zhi's heart, as early as the night three years ago, could no longer find a place to return-

“…… With a feeling. Yoha stared at the scroll in front of him, wagging his tail and sighing.

Gu Nan was silent and took the scroll back, looked around and saw the hanging sword on the wall, got up and took it off and put it around his neck.

The husky creeps: "Host! What are you doing?! ”

"Anyway, sooner or later, it's a death, so it's better to do it now." Gu Nan sneered: "Taifu Gu Nan Gu Zhihuan, a disciple of Wushuang Valley, was the fifth son of the emperor at the age of thirteen, Yin Chengxiu Taifu, and planned for seven years to put a powerless and powerless prince on the throne...... Don't talk about whether I have the IQ of someone else, just talk about what was on the scroll just now, doesn't this mean to kill me? ”

"It's a man with an intelligence value of eight, can you have a little bit of luck with the host?" The husky sighed.

Gu Nan didn't bother to pay attention to him, the hand holding the hilt of the sword was forced, and then he was particularly desperate to see the sword body cross his neck as if cutting air.

You can't die.

"Give up the host, in the system world, there is no such thing as suicide." Yo Ha smiled proudly: "And didn't you be an unfavored prince's concubine when you held the cannon fodder system before?" In the end, he also ascended the throne. ”

"yes." Gu Nanliang glanced at him: "The first thing he did after he ascended the throne was to cut me down." ”

“……”

Gu Nan's face was expressionless.

"Okay." Yo Ha shook his ears, and the mechanical prompt sound immediately sounded in Gu Nan's ears.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining the [Path of Conspiracy] cheats, and quickly comprehend the conspiracy skill after using it.] 】

"That's all I can do for you." Yo Ha stretched out his claws and grabbed a panel in the air, glanced at it, and said, "According to the prompt, the time you drew was ten years ago, that is, when Gu Nan had just become Yin Cheng'an's wife, and the outcome depends on your own control." ”

As soon as the words fell, a teleportation array appeared in front of Gu Nan's eyes.

"Go up host, remember to pay attention to the task panel at any time, this time you must meet all the conditions before you can leave this world smoothly." The husky wagged his tail: "If the mission fails, that's what happens to you." ”

With a wave of the husky's claws, a picture scroll appeared in front of Gu Nan's eyes. Gu Nan looked over, and in the picture scroll was a gorgeous palace, the main hall stepped on by the window, and the picturesque young man was pressed under the handsome and stiff man, his eyes closed, and his expression was numb and desperate.

It is clearly the picture version of the text content of the previous scroll.

Gu Nan was silent for a moment and quickly poked open the task panel.

【Plot Requirements】

1. Help Yin Cheng Anshun lì ascend the throne.

2. Change the fate of Yin Chengxiu's death.

3. Become the last emperor of Wushuang Valley / Make Wushuang Valley escape from the world.

4. Change the fate of your own confinement.

5. Ensure the peace and prosperity of the two generations of the Great Apocalypse.

P.S.: This world is a no-prompt world (no task to release favorability prompts, no skills to huàn function, a qiē please do it yourself, abundant food and clothing.) ）

Gu Nan looked at Yo Ha in despair.

Yo Ha Yue waved his claws at him: "I can't follow you in this world, don't doubt it, this is the price of activating [Path of Conspiracy]...... Don't hit me yet, when you really start this world, you will find that this choice is not lost. ”

“……”

"It's not too early to host, let's go host!"

Gu Nan was silent for a moment, sighed and stepped onto the teleportation array.

In the twenty-seventh year of the Great Apocalypse, in early spring, it was warm and cold, and the winter snow did not disappear.

Outside the Xuanhe Gate, a young man in a white Xuanwen cloud shirt left the door, looking blankly at the Miyagi in front of him.

The great eunuch Pei Lengqiu stood beside him bent over, cautiously raising his eyes to look at the young man in front of him, and there was a faint fear in his admiration and yearning.

The Gu clan of Wushuang Valley, once there was only one person, Qiankun Langlang, the talent of the emperor. Thirty-five years ago, Gu Jingzhi was born to assist the seventh son of the emperor, Yin Xu, and in just eight years, he pushed the seventh prince who had no power in his hand to the supreme position, and the seventh prince ascended the throne and changed the name of the country to God, Gu Jingzhi obeyed the first order of Wushuang Valley and resigned, and there has been no news since then.

When you come, the sky is beautiful, and the clouds are covered with rain.

When I went, the clouds were light and the wind was light, and I didn't miss anything at all.

Wushuang Valley is indeed worthy of Wushuang's life.

Now that thirty-five years have passed, and the disciples of Wushuang Valley have entered the WTO again, I am afraid that the situation in the DPRK and China will change again.

Pei Lengqiu looked at the sky, pondered for a while, and said to Gu Nan: "Mr. Gu, the hour is almost noon, and it will be too late if you don't move." ”

Coming back from the teleportation, Gu Nan heard such a sentence.

He was stunned, looked at the clothes of the big eunuch next to him, and understood what was going on, and immediately returned the salute: "I'm tired of my father-in-law, let's go." ”

The great eunuch answered, got up and led the way.

Gu Nan followed him all the way forward, his eyes skimmed over the walls carved with cloud patterns around him, and his heart was inexplicably a little heavy.

The nine-fold palace is solemn and solemn, and it is a little lonely in the end.