Looking at the disappearing figure of the woman, Mu Ling's eyes were slightly moved, and that kind of look had been seen more than once in his own eyes when he was a child.

It was the helplessness and heartache of being forced by fate, mixed with the pride of not accepting fate.

When he was young, someone said that he wanted to kill Chilian Enchantress with his own hands to change his life, otherwise, he would lose the world.

The woman who is extremely similar to him, the woman who fled to another country after her biological mother died and was chased and killed by her biological father, does she really want to kill?

No, he doesn't believe in fate, even if it goes to heaven and sends the enchantress to him.

Was her reaction just now because of the high priest?

However, is it too similar, he will actually be affected by a trace of emotion, Mu Ling, what kind of nerve? He smiled to himself, but he still turned his head to look in the direction where the woman had disappeared......

"Is Your Highness investigating her just to kill? Do you want to ......" Yue Yunyang looked serious, after all, His Royal Highness had been decisive and merciless since he was five years old, and this time it was good to kill the demon concubine in public and break the prophecy, and it would save so much trouble.

"Kill what? Don't you think she's funny? Mu Ling smiled evilly at the corner of her mouth, raised her hand and took a sip of tea, he didn't move, but he wanted to see how long she could live in a foreign country by the enchantress that everyone shouted at.

Shang Shu Ling Mansion, training ground.

Qing Ning came out of Yipinju, didn't stop all the way, and went straight here.

At this time, Yan Yezhi's only son, Yan Yi, was practicing swords.

Under the chaos of sword flowers, it can still be forced by sword energy, such speed and strength, perfectly combined, rare in the world.

"Brother" Qing Ning has been standing on the side, watching him finish practicing that set of swordsmanship before he screamed.

Yan Yi turned his head, saw her, and opened his mouth slightly, "Gong ......"

The word "gong" stopped before it was called, and her father said that she would be called "Yan Qingning" in the future, which was not called a princess, and she didn't know how to call it for a while.

Qing Ning saw his embarrassment, and first reminded him, "Just call me Qing Ning"

"Qing Ning, what are you looking for me" Yan Yi has always been upright, and his words are also straightforward.

"Brother's swordsmanship just now, but 'Tianyu'?"

"Tianyu Sword Move" was taught to her by the imperial brother who was in the Daibei Palace before, and her mother's sibling, if there is anything else in Daibei that is worthy of her nostalgia, it is the imperial brother.

"How do you know?"

"I've practiced before, brother, can you teach me how to practice swords?"

"Okay" Yan Yi replied, throwing her a sword, which she caught and jumped onto the training platform.

She wants to practice swords, to make herself stronger, only in this way can she go further, and she can return to Daibei, for her mother, for Luo Yu, and for herself, to seek justice.

For a few months, she got up every day and went to bed at the end of the day, and there were only three things in a day, swordsmanship, military books, and machine skills......

Time flies, and it has come to the end of the year in a blink of an eye.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the snow falls, and it is extremely beautiful under the night view.

Qing Ning stood under the plum tree, looking up at the falling snow, still unable to overwhelm the pride of the plum blossoms, just like her mother.

She had never seen her mother, but she heard the royal brother say that her mother had a face like snow, a character like a plum, and was resolute and proud, and would rather bend than bend.

"Miss, the master sent someone to bring you this" Wu Yueluo walked in with a red brocade box and handed it to her.

Could it be? Qing Ning opened the brocade box, and a crimson soft sword was folded and placed inside.

Her eyes lit up, she reached out and took it out, and sure enough, all her requests were met.

The blade is made of extremely light material, and when the blade is folded, it can be placed around the waist to act as a belt.

She pressed her fingers to the protrusion of the hilt, and the sword was instantly sharp, straight and hard.

"Good sword" Qing Ning sighed, drew the sword out of the sheath, and danced for Mei and her mother with the snow.

At the same time, outside the gate of Shang Shuling's Mansion, snowflakes gilded Mu Ling's black cloak with a faint layer of white. He was followed by a white-clad guard.

He knocked on the door, and it was a woman in purple who came to open the door, Yan Yuesheng, noble, and modest.

"Your Highness has something to find your father?" Her voice was as soft as ever, and although she lowered her head, her eyes glanced at the man from time to time.

"Hmm...... This king happened to be passing by, just looking for a place to hide from the snow, don't alarm Shang Shuling"

"What is passing by, it's not a snowy day," the white-clothed guard complained inadvertently, lowered his head, and stopped speaking when he saw the two fingers stretched out by his Highness.

His Royal Highness's meaning is to deduct twenty wen, which is His Highness's way of teaching him that he can't control his mouth. Alas! Life is hard, and I can't speak freely.

"Your Highness came down to hide from the snow, how about if you don't dislike it and go to my Accord to rest for a while?" Yan Yuesheng's voice lowered, and her face flushed slightly.

Tonight, if the confession is successful, she can not only get this Tianche No. 1 beautiful man admired by thousands of women, but also go to Yan Qingning's side to show off her might.

Thinking like this, a smile couldn't help but spread to the corners of his mouth......

Although Mu Ling was a little embarrassed, he had no way to refuse, after all, he couldn't say, "I'm here to find Qing Ning, and it has nothing to do with you." ”

After all, she is the eldest lady of Shang Shuling Mansion, and in this case, it will be too much of a slap in the face of Shang Shuling Mansion, so she has no choice but to follow her first.

Accord, just like the moon sheng, is more than elegant, but not dignified.

But there is a girl's youthful atmosphere, compared with ordinary women's boudoirs, it is much more beautiful, and it can be regarded as refined.

Soon, Yan Yuesheng's maidservant came over with a pot of hot tea.

After pouring the tea, Yan Yuesheng turned around and took out a purple sachet from the side of the bed and bowed her head, her face was flushed, her voice was soft and boneless, and her shyness was undoubtedly displayed: "This year's New Year, Yuesheng gave a small gift to His Royal Highness to congratulate him."

Mu Ling stretched out his hand and grabbed the sachet and took it back. Yan Yuesheng's eyes gradually dimmed as his hand fell.

"Miss's kindness is too precious, and this king can't accept it"

"Your Highness, little girl ......" Yan Yuesheng wanted to say something, but was preempted by Mu Ling

"This king understands what Miss wants to say, but there are groups of wives and concubines in this king's mansion, I am afraid that I have wronged Miss, this is the sins of this king, Miss, this king takes his leave"

With that, Mu Ling strode away, this place couldn't stay any longer.

Looking at the figure he stepped out, Yan Yuesheng gradually tightened the belt in the sachet in his hand.

In Tianche, it is an open secret that the belt is the purest love of a woman to a man.

This belt, she embroidered for half a year for the most beautiful man in the world, saved it for three years, and then collapsed in an instant.

"Alas, there is no way, Your Highness does not like this," the guard sighed silently in his heart.

They went out the door, took a dozen more steps forward, and stopped at the door of the Yi Pavilion.

The woman in red who danced the sword under the snow, the soft sword instigated the snowflakes to turn around her in an orderly manner. The world of red and white is not stained with dust at this moment.

She gradually spun up, Yu Mei Shao opened her arms, and the bright moon, the snowflakes scattered, along with the piece of red plum, surrounded the woman in the center, the sword qi instigated her clothes, turned up a very beautiful arc, like a fairy under the plum, and the scenery in the dark night, integrated.

This is the last style of the Heavenly Feather Sword Move. The scattered snowflakes were actually as sharp as a sword, but this time she only used half of her strength, because she didn't want to ruin the beautiful scenery.

Mu Ling stood at the door, looking at the woman in a trance, as if it was the first time she had seen such a beautiful and different woman.

"Your Highness likes this," the guard's words pulled Mu Ling's thoughts back.

Qing Ning saw the two people at the door, landed lightly from the treetops, and withdrew the soft sword to his waist, overlapping with the belt.

He stepped forward and asked, "I wonder what your Highness is doing with the sudden arrival?" ”