Feng Qianyu looked at the smile of the ancient painting fan, as if the breeze was blowing on his face, and the chuckle on the corner of his lips seemed to be comparable to the warmth of the sun in the sky.

"Brother An, I'm going back, it's not early, you, the general, have slipped out all day, others will be suspicious." The ancient painting fan brushed the fallen leaves on the shoulders of the wind Qianyu and said softly.

Feng Qianyu felt her white fingers gently brushing his shoulder, and the slight touch had already made him happy. It's just that when I heard the unfamiliar name again, my heart still couldn't stop beating wildly, and I saw that she didn't have a trace of abnormal face, so I relaxed a little.

It was actually still early, but the distance from the Imperial City to Woyang City was too far, so they could only separate early.

From the moment they met, in fact, what he couldn't figure out was why she was hiding in Woyang City, why she didn't die, and why she asked herself not to tell anyone else about it even though she was alive.

He didn't know what had happened during this time, but in the past half a day, he had frequently seen that this woman who had always been indifferent would look in the direction of the palace from time to time, and whenever this time, the emotions in her eyes were so dim and hopeless.

It wasn't until this moment that he suddenly understood that all the concealment and all the hesitation were just because of the person who was about to ascend the throne!

is as cold as you, it turns out that you will care so much about a person in your heart.

"Brother An, what are you sighing for?" The ancient painting fan tilted his head and asked the somewhat decadent Feng Qianyu with a chuckle.

Hearing this, Feng Qianyu came back to his senses lightly, stretched out his hand and brushed the top of the head of the ancient painting fan, and said softly: "It's only been half a day before I want to separate, and I feel a little reluctant in my heart."

Such a straightforward expression of his inner hesitation made the ancient painting fan a little stunned for a moment.

"...... always seen"

With another light sigh, the ancient painting fan pursed his lips and looked at Feng Qianyu's face, and his heart became more and more melancholy.

His eyes couldn't help but look in the direction of the imperial city again, the palace people there should be busy running for tomorrow's enthronement ceremony at the moment! She was one of them. Time has passed, but now it is no longer what it used to be.

"Brother An, can I ask you for one thing......" The eyes of the ancient painting fan were filled with a faint sorrow.

Feng Qianyu looked at her little face that was confused and hesitant again, and her heart ached even more, and then she replied softly.

"How can you ask for words......

Gu Huafan smiled bitterly, did not hide the look in his eyes at all, and said softly: "I'm unwilling, I still want to look at him from a distance, just tomorrow ......"

Feng Qianyu only felt that her heart was like being struck by lightning for a moment, and she felt a dull pain, but looking at her frowning brows, all the pain turned into distress.

Gently lifted her footsteps, gently took her into his arms, the too thin body was so cold. It's just because there is a heart that has died long ago.

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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.) )