Wan Qiyan was on tiptoe at the beginning, and he still went in the direction of Cining Palace. Walking above the palace wall at night was a test of ability, but he happened to wear a white dress, and the white clothes were terrifying and reverie under the proportionality of the night.

But the palace gate guards or the guards in the palaces didn't regard this white dress as a creature like Ah Piao, because it was really fast, so fast that the guards didn't even feel dazzled.

Wan Qiyanchu's journey to Cining Palace was quite smooth, and he came and went all the way without any pressure, just like taking a walk in his own park.

When I arrived at Cining Palace, the crescent moon in the sky still glowed with a gentle and cold light, just like a fairy-like person slanting towards thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and the wind and snow were picturesque.

Wan Qiyanchu took out a piece of paper from his arms, white, square, not big, with no words on it, and took out a pen, not a brush, but one of the civilizations of later generations - carbon pen.

I saw him leaning against the corner of an alley, putting the square card on his lap, and holding the pen in his hand a little clumsy to write a sentence with great seriousness,

"The little seven in the palace, I hope to take care of one or two, if I can help each other, I will continue to be honored and favored." Although the man's posture of holding the pen is a little strange, I have to admit that this man's handwriting is very good-looking, different from Yan Chuqi's delicate or bold pen, his writing has more of a sense of calmness that he is bound to achieve, and there is a majestic momentum that belongs to the emperor.

Wan Qiyan got up after the first pen, he just leaned against the corner, he actually felt warmth and peace of mind, he was a little greedy for this feeling, since his mother died, he never felt warm again.

Endless killing, fighting, becoming stronger, compromise, forbearance, these things he has experienced have never been simple.

If one day someone wants him to let go of all this, go to the east fence to pick chrysanthemums, spring ploughing and autumn harvest, he will definitely refuse.

Wan Qiyan thought at the beginning, if one day, if he really wanted to let go of these thousands of miles, it would only be death.

The winner is the king, the loser is the coward, he doesn't want to be a coward, so he would rather die than be a king who can succeed.

He is not a self-righteous person, ideas, he is very self-disciplined and self-controlled, he is strict with himself to the point of outrageous, he is good enough.

Wan Qiyanchu finally got up and left here, continuing to tiptoe a little and rushing in the direction of Cining Palace.

He is the emperor of Moqi Kingdom, and his brother has gone to Wulu Country in the past few days, and he can only do all kinds of errands.

He's pressed for time, to the point where every second counts. In less than a cup of tea, he had arrived at the bedroom of Concubine Li Guifei of Cining Palace, he looked at the light coming out of the window, the light was not bright, but it was very soft, which made people's hearts warm, even Wan Qian Yanchu, a person who was cold by nature, could feel a special emotion that was different from the happiness that Yan Chuqi brought him, not love, but it could make people feel moved.

Stealing incense and stealing jade is mostly what those gentlemen on the beam do, Wan Qian was disdainful at the beginning, he just beckoned to a little eunuch, and his words contained warmth,

"Stay until tomorrow morning, you go and hand over this letter to Concubine Li, the night is getting deeper, don't disturb the mother's rest." Mo Ling didn't shout very much, he was as calm as ever, obediently accepted the envelope, saluted, and watched the white-clothed immortal go away in the sky above Cining Palace.

He looked up at the sky in his eyes, shining, those were longing eyes, and, adoration.