What a solemn and solemn funeral is normal for a generation of emperors, it announces the passing of an era, it marks the beginning of a new generation of government and opposition, it is the death of the country, but also the rebirth of the country.

Today, on May 1, the 35th year of Chunyuan, the last day of the Chunyuan year, when the grand and grand funeral came to the imperial mausoleum, when the heavy coffin was buried firmly underground, when all the ceremonies were completed and returned to the palace, when night fell, when the sun slowly rose the next day, that was the world that belonged to the new generation of emperor Chunyuan Lanmu.

The man who used to be as gentle as jade, like a fairy, is now the ruler of a country wearing a dragon robe, wearing a crown, and holding the power of life and death.

Maybe he still has such a warm and warm smile, maybe his eyes are still so charming, but after all, he is in the long river of history. What was once can only be what was.

As soon as the mourning period of Emperor Chunyuan passed, General Lan Xu met with the new emperor Yan Because General Qianyu had returned to the imperial city, and there was no one to guard the frontier, he took the initiative to ask Ying to go to the border area to guard, and the once most promising Seventh Highness is now just the identity of a prince! And the other two highnesses also have no chance to ascend to the throne, and in the end they are just two idle princes, living in their own mansions for a long time, and they can only look away from the magnificent harem.

The new emperor has not yet held an enthronement ceremony, and it stands to reason that as the brother of the new emperor, General Lan Xu should not leave at this time, but he can't bear the new emperor's favor.

So, just the day before the new emperor ascended the throne, General Lan Xu rode Hongchen and set foot on the frontier road again.

On that day, the sky was very good, the wind was beautiful, and the morning sun reflected the elite soldiers who were preparing to go and the general Lan Xu in black armor. The dazzling sunlight shone on his black robe, and the refracted light stung the eyes of the woman in white in the tallest restaurant in the city.

The ancient painting fan stretched out his hand to cover the dazzling sunlight, and his clear eyes stared at the tall horse, the pure blue life of the black clothes. The face in my memory is now a little gloomy and gloomy, and the knife-like clear face seems to be thinner, more cold, and frosty.

Originally, he was the emperor who would wear a dragon robe tomorrow and be admired by all the people, but now he was about to ride the red dust to the desolate and bloody frontier.

Without his foothold, without the court affairs he could meddle in, and without the reason for him to stay, perhaps, he would never return to the palace on this trip.

The ancient painting fan watched him stand quietly outside the city gate, quietly waiting for something.

In a moment, a horse came galloping from the corner of the street in front of him, and the man on the horse was dressed in a pale blue robe, and the green silk was flying, and he came proudly. Behind him was a team of elite soldiers who followed.

It was like stepping into the air, like a lightning bolt that had accumulated strength, but in an instant, the horse came to the front of the pure abyss blue life, the reins were pulled, and the horse that was rushing raised its front hooves to stop the horse's steps.

The man on the horse had a chuckle on the corner of his lips, looking at Chun Yuan Lanxu, and there was a strong parting feeling in their eyes.

Gu Huafan looked at the man in the light blue robe without blinking, the moist smile, the familiar face, at this moment she really wanted to shout loudly, shout out the joy in her heart loudly.

Brother Ann? Brother Ann! I didn't expect to meet you here, it's been six years, six years-

"Feng Qianyu, why bother to send each other off again, after all, you have to part!" Chun Yuan Lan Xu looked at the man in light blue robe who was flying quickly, and chuckled. Feng Qianyu smiled clearly and said, "It's Qianyu's own affection, it's too much!" But after all, this farewell is to come in person. Qianyu is here to wish General Lan Xu a victory, and the frontier will always be firm. ”

The two of them told about parting, but the ancient painting fan stumbled on a high place in shock, but fortunately held on to the pillar on the side in time.

The parting words of sympathy seemed to deafen her ears, and the shallow smiles on the faces of the two seemed to blind her eyes, no matter how much anticipation, no matter how much hesitation, could not withstand the gentle call.

Wind Thousand Feathers? Since the age of eighteen and adulthood, he has been stationed on the frontier for many years, and the famous Thousand Feather General, the Thousand Feather General who has just returned triumphantly.

Although she hasn't seen her for a few years, the familiar face and familiar smile are engraved in her bones. That's obviously her little brother An, and that's obviously the familiar face in my memory. But why, now Chunyuan Lan Xu actually called him a thousand feathers?

Why can't she always understand their game, one can always suddenly become another person, and the previous past, the previous friendship is gone with the change of identity!

Feng Qianyu and Chunyuan Lan Xu had already said goodbye to each other, and then raised their arms and clenched their fists to salute, and the bunch of blue jade tassels hanging on the lean waist between the hem of their clothes reflected the refraction of the sun, deeply stinging the eyes of the ancient painting fan.

The ancient painting fan pursed his thin lips, his fists clenched, and his pale face was covered with frost under the white scarf.

Turning his eyes to look at the exquisitely decorated door decoration on the side, it is a fine treasure bow, which is used for decoration, and it is also to highlight the courage of this restaurant.

Take two steps and take the bow and arrow in your hand, and the sharp arrow on top of it glows brightly in the sun.

The ancient painting fan finger held the bow and arrow tightly, and one hand put the sharp arrow on the bowstring, and the sharp tip of the arrow went straight to the man in the pale blue robe through the sunlight.

With faint and sorrowful eyes, he looked fixedly at the man who was still smiling and hee, and his cold thin lips were pursed.

The two had finished saying goodbye, and Chun Yuan Lan wiped away the last smile on the corner of his lips and was about to beat his horse and leave, when he turned around, he suddenly felt a cold light piercing the air and flying towards him.

However, in an instant, Chunyuan Lan Xu raised his fingers lightly, and stretched out his hand to meet the flying arrows head-on, and everyone was frightened. The sharp arrow that broke through the sky was firmly pinched by the two white plain fingers that were about to be made.

At the last moment, Feng Qianyu saw that Chunyuan Lan Xu had already controlled the damage speed of the sharp arrow, and the corners of his lips just showed a faint smile, and his face sank, because he had already felt another sharp mang rushing towards him, and at this moment he had already risen to intercept the first sharp arrow that shot at Pure Yuan Lan Xu, and Pure Yuan Lan Xu was controlling that sharp arrow at the moment, and he had no spare strength to help himself intercept the sudden sharp arrow.

But in an instant, the two of them were already like mirrors, and this first arrow was a false flicker. And this second arrow is the real killer weapon.

Now, there is no energy left to think about who is targeting him and attacking him here.

Using years of experience and strength, Feng Qianyu reacted quickly, his body turned in a strange arc, narrowly avoiding the vital point, but at the moment when everything was silent, only a crisp cracking sound sounded beside him. In the heart of the blessing, Feng Qianyu's face turned pale, his body crossed an arc in the air, and the sharp arrow shot into the city wall in the distance.

Standing firmly on the horse's back, he then looked down at his waist, but the blue light that he could see when he looked down in the past, the tassel that he cared about endlessly had dispersed, scattered and fell in the air, and the blue jade pendant had shattered in response to the sound, falling to the ground and bouncing out of a long distance.

The world seemed to have stood still, and Feng Qianyu trembled and wanted to caress the tassel again as usual, but only the cracked rope fluttered slightly in the breeze, and there was no longer a trace of blue light. (To be continued.) )