Behind the pile of rubble, it turned out to be a dried corpse, which looked like an elderly man, well preserved, and even the expression of death was lifelike. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But Feng Zhiwei was slightly surprised that it was not this.

At the foot of the dry corpse, there was a small corpse, which had shrunk to the size of a man's palm, and it turned out to be a baby.

The ground here is cold, full of ice and snow, the two corpses of the big and small are not decomposed, and you can vaguely see the remorse on the man's face, and the child's small open mouth, as if he is still crying until death.

Feng Zhiwei stared straight at these two strange corpses, and a chill suddenly surged in his heart, this person is rarely on the top of the peak, if there is a strong martial arts Orion who accidentally breaks into death here, it is not unusual, but such an old and a young man is by no means a coincidence.

What's even more surprising is that the burden wrapped in the child did not rot, and a bright yellow corner was revealed in the ice and snow, Feng Zhiwei squatted down and turned over, and the bright yellow brocade was embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon.

Her fingers froze, and she felt a chill to the bottom of her heart.

Gu Nanyi was also looking at the two corpses, and suddenly used his foot to pick up the rocks on the ground.

It is obvious that the old man has run out of oil when he writes these words, and the handwriting in front is still strong and powerful into the stone, and in the back, it is blurry and scribbled, almost unrecognizable.

"In the thirteenth year of the last emperor, on the night of the rainstorm, the old man came with the Danshu, entrusted with this son, and then he immediately abandoned the valley and went to the Emperor Cave of the Snow Mountain. However, I suddenly felt that my breath was not smooth, and I don't know when it was highly poisonous into the body......"

The handwriting in this paragraph is relatively clear, and the meaning of the pen is blurred, and it is vaguely seen that it is narrating what happened on a rainy night.

“…… Originally intended to raise this son and inherit the mantle, but he did not intend to suffer this catastrophe, and the Holy Spirit was in the same vein, but he was killed by the old man, and he was ashamed to see the master underground...... After the old man sent this son, he heard that he was also hunted down and killed, but unfortunately this iron-blooded loyalty and righteousness will never die with the country when the dynasty collapses......"

Feng Zhiwei read this passage back and forth three times, and already understood what it was about.

On the night of the rainstorm more than 20 years ago, the blood float slaughtered thousands of miles with the emperor's heir to find a savior, but in the end, due to the betrayal of the traitor, he was broken and sunk in the dense valley, so he had a heavy burden after he was born, and Gu Nanyi, who lost his father and uncle, and Gu Nanyi, who lost his father and uncle, she heard Zong Chen say this old thing, but in this story, there are two key characters, no one knows where they are going - the valley lord who lived in the deep valley for generations and was always waiting to rescue the last emperor's heir, and the valley lord who was disguised as the emperor's heir and deceived the valley lord to leave before the arrival of the real emperor's heir, The child who led to a series of later events.

It turns out that the answer is here.

The valley owner took the child, and the child was sick (or poisonous?). In the body, it didn't take long for him to die, and at this time, the valley owner found that he had also been poisoned, and he ran out of oil on the snowy mountain, and before he died, he was still regretting that he had not completed the task entrusted by the generation.

Until he died, he did not realize that he had fallen into the trap of others.

Feng Zhiwei squatted in front of the handwriting, carefully read the passage over and over again, and some questions gradually surfaced in his heart.

"The old man came with the book of Dan." , The old people here understand that they have become the old people of Dacheng Blood Floating Massacre in the promise of generations, but there can be another explanation - the old people here are indeed the old people, the people who the valley lord has seen?

If he wasn't a reliable and trustworthy person, how could the valley owner take over the burden so easily and leave immediately? Do you believe in the identity of the imperial heir?

If it weren't for the trusted person he had ever met, how could he still not suspect the person who sent the child after the emperor's heir died inexplicably and he was also poisoned?

The reason why there is no suspicion is because "after the old man sent this son, he heard that he was also hunted down and killed." This sentence is very strange, on the night of the Blood Floating Massacre, before the leader sent the emperor's heir, everyone had either died, or was trapped in the enemy formation and was about to die, according to the death news that the valley owner could hear, it should be the death news of the leader of the Blood Floating Massacre who was later sent to the true emperor's heir but was besieged, so the old man refers to the leader of the Blood Floating Massacre? His own adoptive father and Nanyi's uncle? If it were him, the valley master's conviction could explain it, but in fact, it was impossible for the adoptive father to have a doppelganger technique that night, and he sent two children one after the other.

Feng Zhiwei pondered that paragraph, and he also felt confused, the order in which the Blood Futu turned back to intercept the pursuers was Lao Shi, the Three Tigers, Gu Yan, and Zhan Xuyao, and in the end, only the leader Gu Heng was left, he took the imperial heir alone, ran in the mountains and forests for less than an hour, found the valley, and then went to Loukong and encountered an ambush.

If the traitor was out of the four people in front, it would definitely be possible to use the trail to send the poisoned child first during the time when Gu Heng was going alone.

Who's that?

It's a pity that the key content of the description of what happened that night left by the old man is vague, Feng Zhi sighed slightly, and said, "Let them be buried in the ground." ”

Dig a pit between the hard ice and snow on the spot, bury the two of them, and when he buried the child in the grave, Feng Zhiwei closed his eyes and silently said sorry.

I don't know whose child was taken away and became a victim of this imperial conspiracy, he was also born by his hard-working mother, he was also held in the arms of his parents full of joy and teased, but his young life was so short, he died on her behalf.

The ice and snow fell silently, ending the two missing characters in an unsolved case.

Feng Zhiwei bowed three times in front of the grave, turned around and looked at the portal behind the stone heart silently, this should be the emperor cave that the valley lord said, this person is the Holy Spirit lineage, that is, the Holy Spirit who moved the world more than 600 years ago, the legendary Dacheng Shenying Empress Shimen, as long as you find the way to open this portal, the Holy Spirit martial arts in the world will be at your fingertips.

However, after staring for a long time, she only smiled faintly.

"Nanyi." She turned her head and asked Gu Nanyi, who had been thoughtful, "Do you want to learn more advanced martial arts?" ”

Gu Nanyi shook her head resolutely and told her, "I am the best in the world." ”

Feng Zhiwei said "um", and in the wind of his hand, he said lightly for a long time: "What if you practice martial arts, the most powerful in the world will always be your life." ”

Then she resolutely turned around, pulled Gu Nanyi, turned her back to the door, and walked through the stone heart back to the lake.

The two did not speak again, leaning on the mountains and rocks by the lake, quietly looking at the reflection of the lake and mountains in the sky at this moment, and seeing the crystal of the snow-capped mountains and ice lakes under the sun.

In the silence, Gu Nanyi suddenly said, "...... Hua Qiong has a letter to ......"

"Shhhh Feng Zhiwei raised his hand and lightly pressed his lips, "...... Don't let those bloody things of the turbid world pollute the last piece of pure land in this world......"

The silence fell again on all sides, and I heard each other's high and low breaths, at this moment the earthly world was far away and the world was wide, and the blood and fire were far beyond the mountains.

A long, long time later, under a field of ice and snow and a vast expanse of sky, they heard the voice of the end of the earth, deep in the clouds, loud and ethereal, singing a long note that would never be extinguished.

==

After coming down from the snow mountain, Feng Zhiwei's life temporarily returned to normal, and the secret guards sent to Luojiao Mountain to investigate had already paid off, and in the cave where Xin Ziyan stayed that day, he found some ash heaps that had been buried in the soil, and in the ash heaps, there were unburned women's champas.

On the same day, Concubine Qing hurriedly returned to the palace, and the women dealt with all the traces, the women had many bits and pieces, and they were also very particular, and the one who wiped Xin Ziyan's face with his own handkerchief, the dirty handkerchief naturally refused to be used again, and was thrown into the fire and burned, but it was not burned out, and the little fabric left behind was found by the fine style of the blood floating slaughter secret guard, and compared the fabric, and recognized that it was the most popular Jianghuai Biluo silk silk of the ** building woman during that time, the news came over, Feng Zhiwei immediately thought of Lanxiang Courtyard, Thinking of Yin'er, who handed Concubine Qing's child to her arms, thought of Concubine Qing.

This Tiansheng favorite concubine who was born as a dancer, her underground force, is a ** floor woman?

Feng Zhiwei had to admire Concubine Qing, no one would have thought that the royal favorite concubine of Jin Zun and Jade would privately lead a group of **** who were smoky and flattering, but in the whole world, what else is more complicated than ** Lou to receive more and more useful information?

What official doesn't visit the kiln? Which official didn't socialize in the ** building? In which high-ranking official's mansion, there is no concubine from the ** building?

Feng Zhiwei played with the little silk ash and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

She had already read Hua Qiong's letter, Hua Qiong, who had an excellent friendship with Helian Zheng, wrote a simple and murderous letter.

"Everything is ready, you can cut it!"

In just six words, I am determined.

Tiansheng has a strict hierarchy, extremely heavy taxes, the people are already overwhelmed, and they have been trapped in the war for many years, and they have been trapped in the war for many years, in order to support the grain and grass of the army, the neighboring war provinces have been exploited and squeezed very hard, Hua Qiong on the one hand in the 100,000 mountains, and Qi Shaojun's Huofeng old department, Hang Ming's Hang family army, and the blood floating slaughter gathered from all over the country to step up military training, on the other hand, follow Hang Ming's suggestion, create the 'Qingyang Sect', worship the ancestors of Qingyang, known as "under the Qingyang, all living beings can be raised", and quietly in the south of a few rumors" Qingyang Ancestor said, the timing of Tiansheng's establishment of the country is ominous, the army is broken, and one generation dies, and the true dragon son of heaven starts in the south, and will eventually be Ze by the world. In just a few months, the number of believers reached 100,000.

The more unstable the era, the more people's hearts fluctuate, and they need divine power to solace the most, so as to find a little salvation and hope in an overwhelmed life.

As for those means of preaching, don't worry, the Blood Floating Massacre has talents, and there are naturally more promising professions like charlatans, and the Blood Floating Massacre feels that when Dacheng collapsed, the organization has been operating at the upper level, and finally fled everywhere The lesson is not smooth, since the founding of Tiansheng, it has been broken into pieces, scattered into the people, and the various industries have been integrated into the people at the bottom, it can be said that after so many years, the group responsible for the transmission of civil news, almost all kinds of industries have been involved, not to mention pretending to be gods and ghosts, and the monks can also make do with it.

What Feng Zhiwei is doing now is to train the Shunyi Iron Horse with Gu Nanyi, after the imperial court came to return to Beijing, the cause of the death of the Shunyi King has been partially spread by the Peony Concubine, and the grassland is now burning with an angry emotion, if it weren't for Feng Zhiwei's press, the brave and warlike Wang Jun would have already stepped south to break through the gate of Yuzhou.

Every morning, Gu Nanyi led the horse and waited at the gate of Fengzhiwei Yard, the two rode straight to the valley where the iron cavalry was trained, ate and rested with the soldiers, and only rode back at night, walking side by side under the starlight and moonlight, the horse's hooves were stained with the night dew on the alfalfa flowers of the grassland in early spring, and the fragrance was clear all the way.

At night, Gu Nanyi slept next to her as before, but Feng Zhiwei never knew that Young Master Gu moved the bed on the ground and leaned against her bed, only a thin wall between the two, every night he would gently lean against the lower end of the wall with his palm, thinking that if she was facing this side, he was pressing her shoulder, if it was facing this side, he would press her back, when he thought about it like this, he felt that the cold wall was actually very warm, and the warmth passed through the palm and spread to the bottom of his heart, in such warmth, He listened carefully to her breathing, making sure it was even and smooth before he fell asleep.

Every night, the starlight shines through the window lattice, shining on the corners of Gu Nanyi's lips, who are sleeping peacefully, illuminating his reassuring and joyful smile.

Because she's there, so close, the distance you can feel in the palm of your hand.

He didn't want to hear her toss and turn, he loved to see her look as bright as the sun when she woke up in the morning.

He knew that she would be quiet beside him, and when they hugged their knees and quietly looked at the Yunhai Prairie, her eyes were quiet and composed, so he didn't speak, and he didn't let a little extra sound disturb her rare peace.

He always felt that he could do too little for her, so it would be good to give her a little more quiet and companionship.

He and she didn't go to the top of Gedamu Snow Mountain again, they both felt that it was a blasphemy to go to such a place more, and there was a kind of beauty left in the bottom of their hearts, which was more reverberating than seeing each other every day.

Soon after spring and summer, the grass and grass on the lush grassland flooded the horse's hooves. On this day, Feng Zhiwei and Gu Nanyi routinely inspected the grassland and the Dayue border, and just stood down, they suddenly saw the gate of the heavily armed checkpoint on the Dayue side open far away, and a group of horses of different colors poured out.

The horses are all good horses, there are not many, and there are no knights, it looks like the horses are frightened somewhere, and they inadvertently collide with each other, and the defenders of the border steppe here suddenly became nervous, each holding a weapon in hand, carefully observing the horse's back and belly, afraid of where the enemy army will come out.

However, the herd of horses did not come close to a halt before a trench between the two countries, and snorted in a whirlwind, and there was no movement in the distance, and the gates were closed.

The grassland defenders looked at each other, and it was obvious that there was no one in the herd, so it should be said that they could not help but say that they were killed by a random arrow, but the grassland children all love horses, and when they saw such a group of good horses, they all looked at Feng Zhiwei helplessly.

Feng Zhiwei silently stared at the Dayue Border City, which was separated by a long fence of thistles, where the gate was closed, and even the defenders did not come out to move around, showing that there was no hostility, and her eyes fell on the outside of the long encirclement ditch, and said for a while: "Put down the hanging board and bring the horse over." ”

The grassland defenders showed joy, and immediately sent people down to lead the horses, originally wanted to send more people to prevent fraud, Feng Zhi said lightly: "No need." ”

The horses were brought over, and indeed most of them were good, but everyone's eyes fell on one of them.

It was a pure white horse, not a single variegated color, not tall, but the body was flowing and uncoherent, although the horses around were all horses, but compared with the horse, they all felt dim, and those horses seemed to be ashamed of themselves, and the white horse was separated from the white horse, leaving the white horse in the middle with a proud expression, disdainful of its horse side by side.

"It's ...... Lima? The squad leader nervously grabbed the shoulders of his subordinates, "Hey, let's see if it's a horse?" ”

"Phew, how could it be!" The man twisted his shoulders impatiently, "How could a hard-to-change horse suddenly appear here......" When he looked at it carefully, he also stammered, "But...... But ......"

Feng Zhiwei had already walked over.

Her eyes were sharp, and she saw a small burden on the white horse's back.

The baggage was opened, and there was a vial and a letter inside. On the envelope is written: The words are in the royal court of the Huzhuo Inerji clan.

She recognized the handwriting, which belonged to Jin Siyu.

Feng Zhi pinched the letter slightly, was stunned for a long time, and slowly opened the letter.

There was still a letter in the letter, and it was written on the letter, "Peony is personally opened." The letter turned out to be addressed to her.

"Is it a farewell or two years?"

"The news of the death of the king of Shunyi has reached Kyoto, I think, with your friendship with him, you will definitely go back to the grassland, no matter which identity you come back, you will definitely come to visit when I cross the border, but whenever you come to visit the border, you will probably do what you want, so I will give you Xiaobai, if you can be tamed, you will always need it when you flee for your life in the future."

"Enclosed with the twin Gu antidote, I think that since you didn't come to Dayue last year, it shouldn't be needed, even if I do it too much, I wanted to keep this thing, trick you into coming to Dayue once, and take you to see the maple forest and snow in Dayue in summer, but after all, I know that it's just a delusion, in this life, you and I probably can't see each other again, it's useless to keep this thing, it's still blocked when I see it every time, I'll give it to you, throw it for fun, it's up to you."

"I'm fine, that year, everything went well, I know that you may not remember me, but you have to say this, then when you do remember me, anyway, you really don't remember me, and you must be embarrassed to admit it."

"I don't know what will happen in the future, your mind will never be elusive, but I just want to tell you, the maple forest in the summer of Dayue is really beautiful."

"Stop writing, Wang'an."

The letter was written briefly, but Feng Zhiwei read it many times, sighed for a long time, put the letter away, looked up at the peerless horse, and was speechless.

He vaguely guessed what she was about to do, and in this way he sent Xiaobai, a peerless horse, which could save people's lives if necessary.

From his own fall to Puyuan, Helian Zheng's personal rescue, and a series of later inferences, he probably vaguely figured out Wei Zhi's true identity, guessed that she was bound to return to the grassland, so he ordered someone to wait for the day when she inspected the border in this border city, and gave horses thousands of miles to remember the old love.

Of course, this method is very risky, although the loyal grassland man will definitely send it to the royal court when he sees the letterhead, but if it is not her, in case this letter falls into the hands of the court spies, together with the horse, it will cause a lot of trouble, but she estimates that Jin Siyu doesn't care - he has a delicate relationship with her, half enemy and half friend, he doesn't mind causing her a little trouble, if she can't stay in Tiansheng because of this and is forced to go into exile in Dayue, it would be better.

At the end of his letter, he said that the maple forest in Dayue is really beautiful.

As long as you come, Da Yue will always protect you.

Feng Zhiwei pinched the letter paper and looked at the Chengguan from afar, she knew that in the past two years, Jin Siyu had strictly implemented her advice on the boat, steadily and steadily, approaching Kyoto step by step, and she also knew that not long ago, the ninth princess of Dayue conspired to usurp the throne and was killed by Jin Siyu in front of the palace gate, which was the last royal child of Dayue's generation, and she also knew that Kyoto had been controlled by Jin Siyu, and a group of old ministers were busy drafting the edict of the new emperor.

Jin Siyu, who was busy with everything, must have been a little irritable, and he couldn't maintain his false gentle demeanor, or in other words, in front of her, he didn't want to maintain it.

Feng Zhi showed a faint smile slightly, and turned his head to look at the horse, this kind of horse is said to be the descendant of the mount of the founding emperor of Dacheng, inheriting the best horse bloodline in the Dayue Evergreen Mountain Range, noble and proud, very difficult to tame, and it is even said that people who are not born noble with royal blood are difficult to control this famous horse that claims to be the "emperor horse".

This Xiaobai does not look like a Li horse in appearance, it is smaller than an ordinary Li horse, but the look in his eyes is still more than the one that Jin Siyu used to be, Feng Zhiwei believes that this is the best Li horse, and it is precisely because it is not too similar to Li Ma Jin Siyu to give it to her, so as not to be too shocking.

She walked over gently, Xiaobai looked at her with an exploratory look, and did not look irritable, she hugged the horse's neck and rubbed its ears, and said a few words in a low voice, Xiaobai turned her head and touched her face gently.

If Jin Siyu saw this scene, he was afraid that he would lose his eyes, and it took him three full months to tame this proud horse.

"It's not a horse, it's just a good horse, don't be in vain." Feng Zhiwei didn't know his luck, so he casually patted the horse's head and explained briefly to the grassland men. Put away the antidote, took out a bottle in his arms, and asked for a pen and paper, but in this grassland border city, a group of illiterate old men and coarse, how could they have paper and pencils, so they had to burn charcoal strips, so-so wrote a few scribbled words to the future Emperor Dayue, put it in the bag with the bottle, and tied it to the back of another horse, "Choose the best few to keep, and send the rest back to me as it is." ”

The Huzhuo men drove the rest of the horses back to the opposite side, and the horse with Feng Zhiwei's gift was also among them.

Seeing the horses cross the ditch again, Feng Zhiwei chuckled and turned over on the horse, stretched out his hand, Gu Nanyi floated on the horse, and said simply and happily behind her: "Okay!" ”

Feng Zhiwei immediately looked back and saw the twilight in the Dayue border city in the distance, standing quietly in the twilight, and the temperament in the sunset was majestic, like the person who slowly walked through the corridor with her in the Puyuan that year.

The corridor of that year was endless, but there was no end, and many years later, the Nine Dragons crown separated the entanglements of the world, and he was on the other side of the mountains and seas.

Feng Zhiwei turned his head slightly, raised his whip, and the crisp whip sounded brightly brightened the gorgeous twilight of the grassland.

As soon as the smoke and dust rolled away, the sound of hooves replied, and she wrote the answer she gave him.

"The wind rises from all over the world, each cherishes it!"

==

It seems that there is just a gust of wind, and the season has passed from summer to autumn to winter, and the yellow leaves on the trees beside the road have rolled a few times, and the world is left with a bleak place.

This is the road to the imperial capital, a long line, slowly moving forward.

The team is the honor guard of the Shunyi concubine, after the Shunyi king died a few years ago, the elderly emperor remembered this righteous daughter, and said that he wanted the concubine to return to the imperial capital as soon as possible, and wanted to comfort this hard-working woman and give her some family happiness, but the concubine was unable to make the trip because of excessive sadness, until October of the following year, and only under the frequent urging of the local government that the local government was ordered to set off from the grassland to return to Beijing.

"It's getting dark early, and it's still ten miles away from the station." The captain of the guard galloped to a carriage with the symbol of the royal family of the steppe, and asked loudly, "Concubine, whether you are going forward or looking for accommodation, please give instructions." ”

The curtain of the car was slightly opened, and Feng Zhiwei's calm voice came, "Let's camp on the spot, it's not safe to rush at night." ”

The captain of the escort took the order, and Feng Zhiwei sat quietly in the car, listening to the orderly arrangements outside.

Not long ago, she was ordered to return to the imperial capital, Gu Nanyi changed her clothes and accompanied her to Longbei, and parted ways, on the one hand, he wanted to go back to take care of Zhizhi, sit in Xiliang, pass on the situation over there, and echo it when necessary, on the other hand, Gu Nanyi is the representative of Wei Zhi, when she returned to Beijing as Feng Zhiwei, he was no longer suitable to appear by her side.

This place is close to the border of Jianghuai in Longbei, and there are three or four days to travel to the imperial capital, Feng Zhiwei is not impatient, the situation between the DPRK and China is now turbulent, and it is better to be sooner rather than later.

Ning Yi has been very suspicious of the emperor since she asked the prince to be brutally killed, deprived of his right to enter the palace at any time, father and son have not met in private for most of the year, the Seven Princes faction has risen in power, and the Seven Princes faction has long been suppressed and dare not move After he lost power, he immediately jumped out, and the "Virtuous King" said that the government and the opposition were once again full of government and opposition, in contrast, Ning Yi Taoguang was obscure and did not move, it seemed that the King of Chu was very weak, and the Seven Princes camp was proud, and the Seven Princes who were supervising the army in front of him simply asked Ying to lead the troops, With real military merits, and then the icing on the cake, the seven princes are steady, still hesitating, in the court his faction has been repeatedly advocated for him, Emperor Tiansheng immediately ordered by the seven princes to lead the southern army, and has been established as the emperor of the Changning Domain according to the Jiang Dynasty short army handover, the seven princes won the first battle, reported a big victory, killed three thousand enemies, the court was jubilant, the voice of singing merit and praise was endless, but at this time it broke out that the seven princes connived at their subordinates, and pretended to be the head of the enemy with the heads of ordinary people, and slaughtered three villages in a row, resulting in no people within a hundred miles, After the news came out, the people of Longbei were angry and rushed into the military camp officials, "Qingyang Sect" took the opportunity to preach, pointing directly at the imperial court's perverse and perverse destiny, gathering tens of thousands of people in just a few days, the news reached the court, His Majesty was furious, and immediately ordered someone to investigate thoroughly, the matter has been kept secret in the future, who went to Longbei to investigate the case, even Feng Zhiwei could not get the news, but it is obvious that this matter is eighty percent of Ning Yi's handwriting, she can see Ning Yi's style from the ups and downs of this matter - show weakness first to make the other party dizzy, let you climb higher and higher, Then pull off your ladder, and wait for you to plant heavier and heavier, so after the victory of the Seven Princes, there are so many desperate advocacy, blowing the emperor's heart to be full of joy and rewarding, blowing the emperor's praise of the Seven Princes as a national model Commendation Order spread all over the country, blowing the Seven Princes dizzy and losing vigilance, and then at the peak of the bustle, everyone knows that it cannot be taken back, pouring down the ice and snow and plummeting.

At that time, how could the emperor, who had lost face, not be angry?

Feng Zhiwei sighed softly, thinking that the Qingyang Sect missionary mission has always been very low-key and secretive, never alarming the government, except for a few southern provinces involved in the war and no information, the missionary in the rest of the region is very careful, but it is obvious that Ning Yi still knows about it, and uses this Longbei Massacre case to bring out the Qingyang Sect.

She believed that the Qingyang Sect's mission outside the Southland should not be so arrogant, but Ning Yi said that arrogance was arrogance, and in the short term, the Qingyang Sect did not want to develop rapidly outside the Southland.

Feng Zhiwei put her fingers on her fingers, thinking about the future, now she is no longer alone, she is the blessing and misfortune of life and death of too many people in the world, but she has tied a secret to Ning Yi's hands, life and death depend on his mind - this is too terrible.

Although he has always implied it, although he has always expressed his reluctance to be her enemy, but now, he has become an enemy and me, and it is too naïve and ridiculous to count on anyone's patience to survive. He is also a hero, how can he sit back and watch others try to pry his family's country? What's more, in his eyes, even if it is his.

Even if he doesn't want to? Since someone worries about him and advocates it every day, Xin Ziyan is a precedent!

Feng Zhi sighed slightly, thinking about the secret letters from Hang Ming, Qi Shaojun and others that she had received in the past few days, intentionally or unintentionally, all of them were talking about the Yin Owl of the King of Chu, suggesting that she would take the opportunity to return to Beijing to eradicate it as soon as possible, otherwise it would be difficult to achieve a big event.

Feng Zhiwei closed his eyes, his heart was surging, and he suddenly felt a cold on his face, and with a flick of his fingers, it was a snowflake, which passed through the gap in the curtain that had not been covered just now, and fell on his face.

It's snowing.

She gently pulled down the snowflakes and placed them in the palm of her hand, the angular snowflakes shimmered in the palm, and she slowly counted the snowflake petals.

"Kill, don't kill, kill, don't kill, kill ......"

Before I could finish counting, the snowflakes had melted in the palms of my hands, and the cold stains were stained in my skin.

In the end, I don't know whether to kill or not.

Feng Zhi curled up his palm slightly, holding the coolness of that palm tightly.

She counts so slowly, doesn't she want to face the results of counting?

She closed her eyes, the sky on all sides was pressed down, and the cold wind above her head was whistling and circling, eerie and terrifying, and it sounded like the cry of countless unjust souls.

In the night of the early snow in the nineteenth year of Changxi, Longbei.

One mile away from the Fengzhiwei carriage procession, there are three small villages that were slaughtered by the legendary Seven Princes' subordinates pretending to be enemies.

A mile away from the village, there was also a team of horse-drawn carriages, simple and low-key, walking on the road to the dead village.

A mile away from the carriage, countless masked people crouched in the snow, their eyes blazing at the dead village not far away, waiting for the arrival of the carriage, the swords in their hands were painted black, and there was no reflection in the night.

These are the three points on the map of Longbei at the end of the nineteenth year of Tiansheng, each in a triangle, each with a point, very close and very slow to each other.

And in the center of the three points, Feng Zhiwei's convoy was standing silently in the wind and snow.