It hadn't been seen for two days, which made the poetry take a breath and feel a little at ease.

From the mouth of the palace maid and Qiao Que, it is known that this belongs to the vast wilderness of the territory of the Xuan, the mountains are full of snow, a piece of silver, the four seasons of Changchun exotic flowers and plants, rare and exotic beasts are also wandering in the mountains, a peaceful and tranquil.

This is indeed a good place for people to concentrate on cultivation, but Shiruhua doesn't want to stay, wants to leave, wants to leave, returns to the capital of Chaoyun Kingdom, and returns to Heliyu's side.

At this moment, she strolls in the city, at a glance, the houses on both sides are igloo pavilions, all of which are carved out with iceberg ice picks, which is indeed ingenious, exquisite and abnormal, compared with other cities, it is beautiful, very white and translucent jade ice sculptures, the sun shines down, the brilliance ripples, and it catches people's eyes.

Although the city is sparsely populated, but also like a normal city, there are everything sold, see those crystal clear gadgets, poetic squinting, carefully look only to find that the original are carved with ice, here, is simply the world of ice and snow.

There was a burst of shouting and scolding in front, Shiruhua stopped, and saw through the crowd that an old man and a young man were scuffling together, and the palace maid and Qiaoque stood behind Shiruhua, indifferent.

Shiruhua looked at it for a while and saw that there was no danger, and just wanted to walk away, when his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of the old man being knocked to the ground by a young man due to his age, and saw him spread up little by little from his legs, fading off the disguise of a person, revealing the crystal clear snowman inside, shining blue under the illumination of the sun, dazzling.

Shiru's eyes widened in surprise, and she looked around, but no one was surprised by the people around her, as if this was a normal thing, and turned to look at the palace maid and Qiaoque in disbelief.

"Girl, don't be surprised, this city is the use of magic by His Highness to use ice and snow to conjure, the people living in it are snowmen, but they are just dressed in human appearance, even slaves and maids and Qiao Que are also, the entire Duguang Wild is the world of the Snow Clan, and His Royal Highness is the king of the Snow Clan, controlling the Metropolitan Wide Field." Youling explained with a smile.

At this moment, a neat line came in front of them, holding a bright steel spear and walking towards the place of the fight.

Looking up, there was a column of golden, all the soldiers wearing golden helmets, golden armor, and golden boots, blasting away the crowd around the laughter, grabbing the young man and leaving.

"Girl, this is a warrior who guards the order of the city and guards the capital of Hironono, and is also a snowman, but the golden armor they wear is invulnerable, and water and fire are incompatible." The palace maid Qiaoque looked at the departing golden warriors, her eyes shining brightly, and her colors rippled.

Shiruhua took a breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, looked up at the city wall that was a hundred miles high, took a deep breath, and the whole person suddenly flew up, stepped on the city wall, opened his arms and swept up in the air, and in a few moments, the person fell on the city wall.

The palace maid Youling and Qiaoque widened their eyes in surprise, looking incredulous, they didn't expect that the little girl they had been serving for a few days was actually the same person as His Royal Highness, a mysterious person who could fly around.

Standing on the city wall picturesquely, looking at it, there was a surge in the chest and undulating.

The winding and towering city wall, fast and blue sky and white clouds, a curved stretch of cotton, a smooth line, intertwined in the sky under the white cloud blue, magnificent, swallowing mountains and rivers, dragons and tigers, twists and turns, ups and downs.

In the stretch of the line, rows of golden warriors walk in rows and in the snow, gold and white intersect and blend, forming an extreme picture, and the visual impact is particularly strong.

The golden warriors who spread into a curve held steel spears in their hands stepped in the snow against the cold wind, galloping, or patrolling in the air, the sky and the earth, a golden color, under the blazing sun, exuding a dazzling and golden light.

"This is His Highness's world, the world that belongs to him alone, the world that is in his hands." I don't know when, Jian Mengdie appeared a hundred meters behind her, standing on the city wall, her clothes fluttering, her long hair flying, delicate and charming, plump and slender, and she felt more graceful as before. Shiruhua's eyes squinted, her eyes flashed with a sharp light, the red robe was wrapped in the wind, her hair was fluttering, her hands in the water sleeves were clenched, and the thought of her bringing herself here couldn't help but gush with suppressed anger in her heart.

Jian Mengdie lifted her lips and smiled, her posture was leisurely and elegant:

"What, still resentful of me?"

"What do you think? Nine-tailed fox, you have deceived He Liyu and me. Consciousness was cold, and the poem was expressionless at her.

"Sister Ruhua, everyone is just their own master, hidden in the capital for hundreds of years, I am enough, not to mention, in the capital for hundreds of years, I am also loyal to the city lord, not as unbearable as you think." Jian Mengdie brushed away the hair that fell on her chest and smiled.

"Okay, since you say so, tell me the way out, I'm going back." The consciousness passed sharply, causing Jian Mengdie's willow eyebrows to bend slightly, smiling like a crescent moon, pressing the corners of her lips down, and deliberately sighing helplessly.

"Sister Ruhua, you can't get out when you come, here, there are a lot of exits, but there are also a lot of golden warriors guarding, each of them is a dead soldier carefully trained by His Royal Highness, with high mana and super combat effectiveness, don't say it's you, even I can't get out with you, Sister Ruhua, you can only stay here obediently without the permission of Your Highness in the field of Duguang, and become the only woman favored by Your Highness, isn't this good?"

Shiruxiang gritted his teeth, breathed fire in his eyes, glanced at the boundless white snow-capped mountains, and his heart was more angry, looking at Jian Mengdie, who was more and more unpleasant, his arms were shocked, and his true qi exploded, and suddenly there was a storm and snow all over the sky, Jian Mengdie was taken aback, stood firm, pushed forward with both hands, and the two collided, shocking, covered with snow, sweeping half of the sky, both of them were covered with snow, their hair flew wildly, and their clothes rustled in the wind.

"Oh, it's not good, Qiaoque, the girl is going to fight with Master Jane, hurry up and report to General Ximo, the girl can't tolerate any mistakes." Youling panicked and urged Qiaoque to report the news quickly.

Qiao Que agreed and rushed to the palace, and ran all the way directly into the main hall, and saw Xuan Xuan standing in the main hall talking to several generals in golden armor.

Qiao Que's eager steps made several people look at her, and Qiao Que ran to the front and hurriedly bowed:

"Slave maid to meet Your Highness."

"What's the matter, so flustered?" He asked coldly, threw off his robe, and walked out of the hall, his fluttering white hair blending with heaven and earth.

The rest of the generals followed closely, and Qiao Que hurriedly followed:

"Your Highness, the girl had a conflict with Lord Jane and used force on the city wall."

"Oh, really?" He shrugged his eyebrows lightly, and there was not much surprise or surprise in his eyes.

If you don't fight, it proves that Jian Mengdie's return is weird, she has not been in touch for hundreds of years, and it is suspicious to come back suddenly, and now she hears the palace maid tell you that there is a conflict between the two, but it makes Jian Xuan's suspicion disappear, and her eagle-like eyes are sharper and gloomy.

"Let's go, let's see!" The generals stared at each other for a moment, and hurriedly followed, really wondering why His Highness was so interested.

Reflecting a golden color, the picturesque and Jane Mengdi figures fluttered in mid-air, the light flickered, and the snow filled the sky like a whirlwind.

Under the city wall, a column of golden warriors all looked up at the two stunning beauties fighting together in mid-air, their eyes were shining and rippling, and the audience was silent, only everyone's breathing became heavier and faster.

Jian Mengdie's skill is inferior to that of Shi Ru Picturesque, her shoulder was hit by a punch, swollen up, and she endured the pain, Jian Mengdie's body turned continuously, her palms flew over, and she swept towards Shi Ru with the ice and snow of the anime sky, Shi Ru Picturesque's eyes were colder, and the ferocity like a beast became more intense with the fierceness of the battle, and her eyes with a strange green light were staring at each other like wolves, and the fist wind was more violent and violent.

The white snow flying in the sky couldn't resist her attack, and she was indomitable, surging and surging.

Standing on the ground, raising his head, quietly staring at the fight in the air, with a weird smile on his lips, his eyes fell on the little figure in the snow, and the fingers behind his back gently rubbed against each other, and whenever the fingers rubbed a little light, the attack towards the picturesque white snow was more fierce and powerful. Jian Mengdie also noticed the abnormality in the snow, and the corner of her eyes skimmed to the yellow figure standing under the city wall, her heart was full of joy, of course she understood the position of the picturesque in His Highness's heart, and at this moment attacking the picturesque Snow Peak was not under her control, it was obviously His Highness doing it in secret, what did His Highness mean by doing this?

Shiruhua gritted his teeth and broke through the snow peak, his eyes were as bright as a blade, slashing at Jian Mengdie, the red robe was flying, being agitated by the mana running all over his body, his hands flew left and right in the snow peak, and layers of light carried the snow mist in the sky to fight back towards Jian Mengdie.

The fingers on his back moved more quickly, a little starlight swirled around his fingertips, and gradually turned into a little bit of ice light, which was shattered in an instant, and the two people who fought fiercely in the air, the snow peaks collapsed in front of them, shooting in all directions, the two figures flashed, swept over the snow peaks, and let those flying snow light pounce on the golden warriors all over the city, a muffled snort sounded, but none of the golden warriors fell to the ground, and they used the golden armor to unload their forces and block most of the attacks, the golden armor flashed golden light layer upon layer, and the city was full of golden light, under the winding city wall, the golden light was sparkling, Like the tail of the goldfish entering the water, it swayed, sparkling, waving thousands of waves, monstrous.

Fluttering up, with a wave of his empty sleeve robe, the snow and mist dissipated, and the picturesque and Jane Mengdi flashed.

"Isn't it fun?" The corners of his lips were raised with yin and evil, and he looked at Jian Mengdie's gaze sharply, gloomy.

Jian Mengdie hurriedly bowed down, lowered her head, and her delicate and beautiful face flashed with panic:

"Your Highness, your subordinates know their mistakes!"

"Since you know your mistake, go down and receive the punishment." With a sweep of her robe, Jian Mengdie's body flew upside down to where the generals under the city wall were standing.

As soon as his eyes fell on Shiruhua's body, he stepped forward with a smile, put his arm around her willow waist, and disappeared into the air despite Shiru's struggle.

The figures of the two reappeared, in a dense verdant green, between the snow-white peaks, the exotic flowers and plants competed for the brilliant opening, the emerald green all over the mountains made people feel comfortable, take a deep breath, inhale the clarity of the snow and the fragrance of flowers and plants.

"What are you bringing me here for?" Pushing him away, the poetry looked away a little awkwardly.

He just smiled, his smile made the world lose color for a moment, this moment of laughter, very pure, without any weirdness and unpredictability, with the taste of sunshine, made the poetry picturesque stunned, I really don't understand his transformation.

He sat down cross-legged, his right hand brushed lightly, and a guqin suddenly flashed in front of him, carving the tail with a dragon, covering the head with an ice carving, and the strings flashing in the snow.

His hands are very white and delicate, just like a woman's hands are soft, but they are vigorous and powerful, and his five fingers touch the strings, and on the piano, it seems that the sound of gurgling water flows, and all the sounds of heaven and earth sing harmoniously.

On the white snow, there is a touch of yellow, and the surrounding green welcomes each other, hanging a beautiful picture of white.

Poetry and picturesque breathlessness, looking up through the snow curtain, the yellow in the twilight snow vaguely seems to be in the fog, and as if in the clouds, scattered and gathered, fluttering and leisurely, lightly ying, misty eyes, and messy hearts.

There is a vivid and beautiful landscape painting in the sound of the piano, the quiet spring flows out from the mountain stream, converging into a deep pool like jasper, the water pool swings a layer of fine ripples, and the water sows a round of golden moon, which makes people indulge in it.

The sound of the piano rises and falls, undulating and stretching, and the strings jump under the fingers, like singing, like lamentation, like mysterious cheers, as if wringing hands into space, and after the excitement of wandering and bewilderment, it reverts back to a weak whimper, sinking into the night and silence.

The poetry is quiet in the sound of the piano, the fierce color in the eyes dissipates little by little, the thin and petite figure is wrapped in a touch of red, and the black hair is scattered in a snow-white, flying.

The white fingers pressed the strings, and the sound of the piano stopped, and the aftermath lingered, swirling in the empty snow-capped mountains.

The deep and hidden soft gaze stared at the red, and the thin lips opened slightly, pulling out a bright smile, which made the poetry picturesque lose its attention for a moment.

"Do you like me to play the piano for you?"

Nodding unconsciously, Ling Xuan's face was full of joy, she stood up, waved her right hand, the guqin disappeared, walked to Shiru in a few steps, stretched out her cold fingertips and lifted her small chin, leaned over, and said in a low voice:

"From now on, I'll only play the piano for you, okay?"

Raising his eyes to look at him, seeing the expectation in his eyes, Shiruhua's heart tightened, and the little hands wrapped in water sleeves clenched, clenched into fists, and shook his head gently.

"Let me go and let me go, it's better than playing the piano for me!"

"Really? It's a pity that I won't let you go, and He Liyu will snatch you from me if he has the ability. The consciousness of the fruit made the voice of the slumber a little colder, and the fingertips of the chin slowly rubbed against the skin, and the eyes were dim.

Turning his face sideways, he dodged his cold fingertips, and Shiruhua took a few steps back, away from his cold breath, and suddenly felt the air around her freeze, like a big net covering her, making her physically and mentally controlled.

Looking at him in astonishment, a golden robe came to her, wrapped around her body, hugged her with a sigh of relief, flew up, flew over a patch of greenery, flew over a layer of snowy peaks, and finally came to a pavilion made of ice picks, all made of ice and snow, crystal clear, and shimmering blue in the sun.

"Where is this?" The sense of precaution made Xuan Xuan's expression even colder, and there was no softness in the sound of the piano just now.

"Picturesque, this is my newlywed room for you, you will love it!"