That little face was wrapped by that big hand, Feng Qianyu seemed to be unable to stand the eyes of the woman in his arms, and lowered his head and gently touched the foreheads of the two of them, covering their faces with big hands, but it was obvious that the movements of the two at the moment were very intimate.

Chunyuan Lanxu looked at Feng Qianyu's behavior, and secretly thought in his heart, Feng Qianyu has always been thoughtful and took the overall situation into account, and now looking at his appearance, he obviously feels that the matter of Fang Cai is insignificant, and he thinks that his study is also heavily surrounded, and the person who can enter his heart and have more access to the study should be trustworthy. Thinking of this, he looked at the two of them like glue, smiled slowly, then flicked his sleeves, looked away at the dark void, as if he also remembered something worth recalling, only to hear him whisper: "Life must be happy, must be happy......"

Then I saw him shake his head slightly, sigh slightly, and the ink-colored body disappeared into the dark night in an instant.

Several secret guards looked at the appearance of the two people in front of them, and immediately confessed, and instantly covered their figures and disappeared into the courtyard.

Time seemed to stand still, and the ancient painting fan looked at the face that was close at hand, the breath of the two of them had been entangled, and the little distance left still made the two of them feel suffocated.

The ancient painting fan loosened the arm that was tightly holding Feng Qianyu, and took two steps back hurriedly. Under the night, Feng Qianyu's face was slightly flushed, and the ancient painting fan also touched his hot face, and then coughed twice abruptly.

Feng Qianyu seemed to be awakened, quickly straightened his robe, looked at the reddish face of the ancient painting fan in a daze, and said softly: "Fang Cai, Fang Cai......"

"I know, I understand, thank you, Little Brother An......" Gu Huafan immediately replied, indeed, if it wasn't for Fang Cai's actions, then she would really have to appear in front of Pure Yuan Lan Xu, and all of Fang Cai's actions were just a last resort.

Think about it. The heart of the ancient painting fan slowly became calm, and the panicked expression finally calmed down, but how deeply could the cold look that recovered in the dark night hurt Feng Qianyu?

Looking at the increasingly cold and waveless face of the ancient painting fan, Feng Qianyu's face turned pale in an instant, and he looked at the woman in white in front of him in a daze, and he was still warm in his arms, but only his cold body was left at this moment.

"Brother An, rest early! I'm going back too—" The ancient painting fan quickly finished speaking, and then strode away into the courtyard.

In the same place, only the clothes of the wind and a thousand feathers were blown by the night breeze, and the clothes were flying, but they were so depressed.

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Today is the beginning of the country, and the name of the era has been officially changed to Qilong.

June of the first year of the dragon.

On this day of great attention, on the day when a new era is about to be ushered in, the gentle man who was once sought after by the world is about to wear a dragon robe and open the heavens to worship, officially called the Dragon Emperor.

No matter how grand, luxurious, and vast the scene was, it couldn't suppress the pain in the heart of the ancient painting fan.

Early in the morning, the ancient painting fan walked on the street in a daze, looking at the sky that was about to change, and couldn't help but chuckle.

Stayed at General Qianyu's mansion last night, but she knew something that she didn't know if she should know.

In the bright study, the black-clothed Chunyuan Lanxu only had a faint expression, but Feng Qianyu on the side couldn't help frowning and reprimanding.

The two discussed for a long time, but she only heard two things in her ears and remembered only two things.

Emperor Qilong's secret order, after the enthronement ceremony, General Lan Xu immediately set off for the frontier, and he was not allowed to return without the emperor's order.

Feng Qianyu was still on the side to reprimand the frontier war was dangerous, how could Chunyuan Lanxu, as a prince, be expelled from the frontier and never return!

But Chunyuan Lanxu on the side didn't seem to care about this, and finally he could only hear him whispering: "Never go back, how to go to her grave to pay respects, sixth brother, you are really ruthless......"

She clearly knew who he was talking about, how much she wanted to tell him, tell others, tell the world that her ancient painting fan was still alive, but she couldn't, she couldn't.

Ever since the letter in the mound, she knew that in this life she would either become the eldest princess or only be a dead person. It's better to be a dead person than to torture each other day and night.

So far, everything is just a bad fate!

There is also a secret report, which is the reason why she decided to leave the house by herself. She won't forget the secret report on the unannounced killing order of Chunyuan Lan Mu!

In the middle of the night, she had already decided to leave the house quietly, she had already reached this step in the world, how could she go to Lian An Xiaoge again!

Now the situation is obviously an urgent need for the Chunyuan Lanxu faction, and now it is a peaceful and prosperous era on the surface, but secretly those Chunyuan Lanmu's henchmen have become bigger, and it is natural to casually bully the Chunyuan Lanxu faction.

Now looking at the appearance of Chunyuan Lanxu and Feng Qianyu talking happily, how can she not know that whether it is An Deyang in the past or Feng Qianyu now, he and Chunyuan Lanxu have always stood on the same front, she can no longer let Brother An put herself in danger, and all the consequences of what she wants to do will be borne by her alone.

Even if she did die, she wanted to do her best to the last bit of strength.

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The enthronement ceremony of the emperor of Cangyang State will try his best to find ten young saints, and the birthday also needs to be the same.

The ten saints were all dressed in red, covered with red veils, three thousand green silks, and only a demonic red moon decoration on their foreheads.

The ancient painting fan walked to the middle of the ten people, looked at the red clothes on her body, and couldn't help but sound the dream that had plagued her for many years. In the dream, it was the blood-stained red clothes, the red miserable white, the red desolation.

I was sad in my heart, could it really be on this day? Now that the arrow has to be sent, even if she is given the opportunity to re-elect at this moment, she will not back down, this is what she must do!

The ceremony of sacrificing to the heavens ended under the fluttering sleeves of the ten saints, with the shouting of the master of ceremonies, the door of the imperial shrine slowly opened, and the spiritual seat of the previous emperors was placed inside.

Chunyuan Lan Mu, who was wearing a chair and dragon robe, slowly walked down from the altar, passed through the red-clothed saintess in a circle around her, and walked towards the imperial shrine step by step.

All the holy maidens followed, and after a while, they would gather outside the imperial shrine to isolate everyone.

The moment he stepped on the steps, the ancient painting fan slowly turned his eyes to look at the uncle who was standing at the head of the group of ministers in the audience, he had not seen him for many years, and he was already old.

On the side is Chunyuan Lanxu, who is still wearing a black court uniform, and behind him is Feng Qianyu, who is wearing a general's costume.

The ancient painting fan glanced at them deeply, and then turned his head and walked towards the imperial shrine with a firm step following the footsteps of Chunyuan Lan Mu.

Today is the last chance, the action on the secret order has not yet been implemented, and before the enthronement ceremony is over, everything will still have a chance!

In just a moment, the long staircase had been completed, and only a few steps away from Pure Yuan Lan Mu was about to enter the Imperial Ancestral Hall.

Suddenly, Chunyuan Lan Mu stood still, and looked back at everyone in a trance, the strange feeling lingering in his heart made him involuntarily a little flustered, his heart was pounding, he didn't know why he had this feeling, which made him a little uneasy, but he had an inexplicable throbbing.

The ancient painting pursed his lips, looking at Chunyuan Lanmu's gaze and was about to glance at her, then his heart sank, he bit his thin lips, and the dagger shining with cold light in his sleeve was unsheathed, relying on the advantage of close range, but two or three steps away, he had already reached Chunyuan Lanmu's side.

The cold blade came out of his sleeve, and at the moment when everyone didn't have time to exclaim, it was already tightly pressed against the neck of Chunyuan Lan Mu.

I'm sorry, I pointed the knife at you again, but I only have this one sorry...... (To be continued.) )