The atmosphere in the garden was stalemate for a moment, and after a while, Yang Zheming still showed no sign of speaking, and An Ning still waited motionlessly, as if he didn't say anything, she was also patient, and there must be an explanation today. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

There was a faint tension in the air, as if if if he had spoken, the tight string would break.

"What are you doing?" Suddenly, a coquettish voice asked, everyone was startled, and when they looked up, Princess Yin Yin was standing on the other side of the corridor, followed by her personal maid.

Yin Yin was wearing the palace clothes that had just come out of the palace, and her eyes of ice and snow slowly swept over everyone, and said with a smile: "Why is everyone gathered here?" ”

Kyaukyue and Qingyan looked back in surprise - how did she get in? Why didn't anyone find out.

An Ning looked back, but Yang Zheming suddenly reached out to grab her, and she was unsteady on her feet and fell into his arms.

She threw herself into his arms, and he smelled cold and slightly bitter.

An Ning took a deep breath and looked up at him, her eyes filled with water—he still didn't answer her.

- No admitted, no refutation.

Yang Zheming raised his hand and brushed the mask on her face, and a trace of emotion crossed his eyes that even he couldn't understand.

An Ning lowered his head to avoid his fingers, lowered his voice and said coldly: "I won't return the small basket to you, you can change conditions." ”

Princess Yin Yin was present, and she couldn't be unscrupulous - she and Yang Zheming couldn't tear their faces, and they had to continue to cooperate.

Yang Zheming lowered his head and whispered softly in her ear, whispering as if he was intimately: "At the banquet tomorrow, princess, kill the princess." ”

Princess, kill the princess - what does that mean? Let her kill Princess Yinyin, or will Princess Yinyin kill her?

This scene fell into the eyes of Princess Yinyin, and her face suddenly changed, and she regained her elegance. She walked over: "Is this Aning?" She was halfway through her words, Yang Zheming had already pushed An Ning away and said to An Ning: "You should go back and rest." ”

I don't want Princess Yin Yin to have more contact with tranquility.

An Ning didn't want to stay with this femme fatale for a while, lest she cause more trouble, so she turned around and left. As for comforting the beauty, leave it to Yang Zheming.

Yang Zhe saw An Ning go up to the cloister, then he raised his head to look at Yin Yin, took her hand, and said in a gentle voice: "Why did you come here today, didn't you say that you would enter the palace tomorrow......"

An Ning went up the cloister, walked farther and farther, and finally stopped.

She turned around and looked through the lush green pine shrubs, and could see from a distance that Princess Yin Yin was throwing herself into Yang Zheming's arms, her face flushed with a shy crimson, and her laughter was like a silver bell: "I told my father that he would meet you tomorrow......"

An Ningzai looked carefully for a long time, until Qingyan and Liu Niang looked at each other suspiciously, and then she turned around and continued walking.

She walked out of the hallway, and had just arrived at a clearing when she suddenly felt a chill on her forehead.

She looked up, and the goose feathers and snow were falling from the dark night sky.

It's snowing.

Pejon ushered in the coldest winter.

This snowfall in history was menacing, and it fell for a whole night, and you could hear the sound of the branches of the trees in the night not being able to withstand the gravity, and the branches being broken by the snow, and the howling of wild wolves from time to time on the plains, which was terrible and long.

By the time An Ning woke up in the morning, the whole world was already covered in plain clothes, the sky and the earth were white, and the snow was as deep as his legs.

Some of the nomadic caravans that still roam the steppes will be buried directly by the snow, and some will freeze to death. In order to show his spirit as the leader of the Beirong tribe, the king of Beirong usually sent people outside the city to find those who survived.

The banquet for the gods was also held as usual, and in order to allow the guests to arrive at the banquet in time, the king of Beirong specially sent a palace car to greet him.

An Ning was tightly wrapped by Liu Niang, in such weather, the exposed skin would also be frostbitten, they did not live in Beirong all year round, and they were already a little too cold to bear.

The carriage was very spacious and the wheels were very wide, and the king of Beirong did not allow them to bring their own guards, so An Ning only brought Liu Niang and Qingyan, while Yang Zheming followed Princess Yinyin into the same carriage, and only Black Eagle followed and drove ahead of them.

As for Kyaukyue and Zhuji, they accompanied the third prince into the palace early to see the queen.

The wind and snow were very strong, and the Beirong soldiers followed the carriage on horseback, and when they opened the windows, they would blow in snowflakes, and all the windows were tightly wrapped, and An Ning could only see the way forward through the wooden door, and it was only a white expanse, and he couldn't see where the carriage in front of him was.

She was a little uneasy.

After about half a column of incense, the carriage suddenly stopped, and An Ning leaned forward, almost being thrown out.

Qingyan held her hand tightly, sensing that something was wrong, the Beirong Royal Court should still be far away, how could it be so fast.

There was a sudden commotion outside, and there was a murmuring Beirong language, and a Beirong soldier suddenly rudely reached out and opened the door curtain, and said sharply in a jerky Liang language: "Get out of the car." ”

The curtain of the door was pushed open, and there was a vast world outside, covered with snow, and the wind and snow were mixed with blowing in, revealing a biting chill.

What caught An Ning's eyes was the rude and hideous expressions of those Beirong soldiers, holding large knives in their hands, and the white snow reflecting the cold blades.

Yang Zheming stood in front of the palace gate, and the royal court cast the palace gate and palace with huge gold, which was magnificent and costly. In front of the palace gate, the shape of a wolf with its head up to the sky and howling was carved in pure gold.

The snow in front of the palace gate has been cleared, and from the side gate there are many yaks carrying a lot of supplies, there are whole live cattle and fire sheep, there are fresh fruits, there are charcoal fires, and a jar of fine wine......

The royal court is going to hold a grand event tonight, wine and meat, fireworks, and beauties, all of which are indispensable.

There were cars and horses carrying distinguished guests one after another, and Yang Zheming waited for almost half an hour, but he didn't see An Ning and them.

Princess Yin Yin led the maid over wearing a snow-white wolf fur, grabbed Yang Zheming's hand, and followed his gaze: "Hasn't A-Ning arrived yet?" ”

Yang Zheming lowered his head to look at her, and Yin Yin looked back at him with a pair of moist and gentle eyes: "Don't worry, there is a lot of snow on the road, maybe it will be delayed." She stroked his arm: "Father's army will bring them, it's cold outside, let's go in and wait." ”

Yang Zheming looked at her for a long time before he grabbed her waist and sighed: "Okay." "But why, there are still some worries.

It's as if everything is out of control.

The wind and snow were flying, almost blinding people's eyes, making people feel that their bones were frozen and stiff.

Qingyan stood in front of An Ning and said in a stiff Beirong language: "This is not the royal court. The soldier stretched out his hand and grabbed Qingyan: "Don't talk nonsense, get out of the car immediately." ”

Qiang――

The soldier was stunned, but it was the little boy they were guarding with a dagger in his hand, which was straight to his chest, and the dagger was as sharp as clay, and it had already cut through the armor on his chest and stabbed his undershirt, and his hand could not reach the green smoke even a penny further.