Stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, to whom does the shadow go?

The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and the sky and the earth are completely colored, and only a piece of silver snow can be seen. On the Peach Blossom Mountain, the remaining rotten petals that fell on the ground have been buried by the snow, and some new shoots are faintly emerging on the branches, just waiting for the spring rain to come, and it can bloom its red posture.

The continuous white snow decorates the whole world, with jade branches and leaves, powdered jade masonry, and a bright color.

For Liang Yongfeng, since King Liang died of cold disease, Xiao Yuexue has been his everything. Even if he was scarred by this and had fought on the battlefield for many years, he just wanted to have more chips to ask the Emperor of Shu for marriage.

It's a pity that it backfired, everything that Liang Yongfeng had planned was ended at the moment when Xiao Yuexue left Beiyuan.

Liang Yongfeng stood in the pavilion where he played with Xiao Yuexue when he was a teenager, stretched out a hand full of calluses and scars, and stroked the ice and snowflakes hanging on the pavilion, and his eyes seemed to flash a soft color hidden deep in his heart.

The ice coffin stands proudly at the highest point of this Peach Blossom Mountain, although Xiao Yuexue is asleep in the ice coffin, she still can't hide her gorgeous alluring posture.

The cold wind howled, and the ice coffin stood still, as if to explain its cold and arrogant independent status.

Around the ice coffin, dozens of soldiers who came with Liang Yongfeng stood silently in place, without making the slightest sound.

When I glanced up, I saw gusts of cold wind mixed with broken snow petals coming from afar. Liang Yongfeng did not feel the cold of the cold wind, but seemed to smell a familiar, faint, and deeply buried smell.

"Is that you......"

In a trance, Liang Yongfeng seemed to see a vague and charming body dancing lightly on the ice coffin. The figure floated, wearing a pale red blood-colored long thin skirt, and a pair of impeccable feet as clotted as jade, swaying on the ice coffin with a charming and moving posture.

Hazy, Liang Yongfeng vaguely saw a charming figure dancing lightly on the ice coffin, at this moment, the world covered in silver became extremely bleak, as if they were all setting off this proud and light pink body.

Liang Yongfeng wanted to see this hazy posture a little clearly, and after blinking his eyes slightly, everything he had seen vaguely just now suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"You...... Gone again? Liang Yongfeng was a little stunned, and his eyes slowly appeared a little hollow when he looked at the ice coffin not far away.

The wind slowly stopped, as if to show Liang Yongfeng a certain meaning.

Tightening the box containing "Mu Peach" in his chest bag, Liang Yongfeng gritted his teeth and roared in a low and hoarse voice: "Raise the coffin, bury it, and practice it for the princess." ”

Boom!

"Yes!" After dozens of soldiers heard the sound, the iron boots stepped on it, splashing bursts of snowflakes, and the sound of iron roared in unison to disperse the white mist.

Liang Yongfeng stood quietly in the somewhat dilapidated pavilion, watching the soldiers slowly bury the ice coffin.

At this moment, no one can understand Liang Yongfeng's thoughts, let alone understand them.

Many years ago, they agreed to visit Peach Blossom Mountain in the coming year.

In the blink of an eye, heaven and man were separated, and Xiao Yuexue really became a fairy in the snow and fell asleep on this Peach Blossom Mountain.

Night slowly fell, and hundreds of officials had gathered on Peach Blossom Mountain, and even the Emperor of Shu had set up a dragon chair here. After all, Xiao Yuexue is a princess of a country, and after her death, of course, she will be mourned and practiced by hundreds of officials, and the Emperor of Shu is naturally not absent.

The people of the Ministry of Rites are beating gongs and drums and singing mournful lyrics and songs to pay tribute to Xiao Yuexue, the princess of peace.

The civil and military officials all bowed their heads in silence to show their respect for Princess Ping'an.

The Emperor of Shu looked at Xiao Yuexue's lonely cold grave silently, with helplessness, grief, love, ruthlessness, and ambition in his eyes.........

The smoke curled and slowly floated towards the sky, indicating that dusk was approaching.

After a memorial service, the emperor of Shu opened his mouth and led the civil and military officials back to the capital.

From today on, this peach blossom mountain has become the burial place of Princess Ping'an, Orion civilians are not allowed to enter the mountain to disturb the quiet sleep of Princess Ping'an, every year and every month, people from the Ministry of Rites come here to sweep the tomb of Princess Ping'an and add incense.

Liang Yongfeng did not return to the capital, he saw that Xiao Yuexue had the best home, and the sadness in his heart finally eased a little.

"Let's go, rush to Yuxiao Pass overnight!" Jumping across the horse, Liang Yongfeng led dozens of henchmen who came with him and hurried towards Yuxiao Pass.

The wind floated Liang Yongfeng's cold blood-colored armor, as if it was seeing Liang Yongfeng off.

The snow brushed from the sky, falling and falling on the iron helmet on Liang Yongfeng's shoulder, adding a bit of softness to Liang Yongfeng's armor that was as red as blood.

Drive!

It has been delayed for many days, and Liang Yongfeng knows that the Jade Xiaoguan at this moment has recovered its vitality under the previous siege, which also shows that the previous thousands of infantry died in vain.

However, Liang Yongfeng did not regret it at all, because for him, no living beings in the world could resist Xiao Yuexue's red-lip smile, let alone let Xiao Yuexue be buried.

There are only a few thousand soldiers, and Liang Yongfeng can afford it. After all, the 200,000 Liang family's army that he still held in his hands was not a joke.

After a day and a night, even if Liang Yongfeng was very tired, he didn't have the slightest intention of stopping to rest. The war horses all ran to death, and they still couldn't make Liang Yongfeng have a tendency to stop.

Finally, seeing the 100,000 Shu troops guarding outside the Yuxiao Pass, Liang Yongfeng's eyes showed a sharp edge, and he ran straight towards the camp tent.

"General."

"General."

"General......

Whenever Liang Yongfeng's figure passed through the center of the soldiers, there were bursts of honorific calls, which were heartfelt honorifics, which were enough to see the importance of Liang Yongfeng's position in the hearts of the soldiers of the Shu army.

After Liang Yongfeng came to the central tent, he jumped to the ground from the panting war horse, strode to the outside of the tent, and then lifted the thick curtain of the tent.

"General." As soon as Liang Yongfeng's heroic posture appeared, the dozen or so Shu army generals in the camp immediately straightened up and said in unison.

"In the past few days that Ben will be leaving, what actions has Jade Xiaoguan made?" Liang Yongfeng sat directly in the middle position, glanced at the soldiers, and asked straight to the point.

"Nothing out of the ordinary." As soon as Liang Yongfeng's question fell, a general answered it loudly.

"Hmm." Liang Yongfeng closed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Three days later, the army will attack, and it will inevitably take the Yuxiao Pass." ”

"Yes." A cadre of generals immediately bowed down and clenched their fists to receive the order.

The cold wind is as cold as a knife, the ice and snow are as cold as a sword, and the hearts of people are as deep as the sea.

Liang Yongfeng hurried overnight, and finally sat on the chair and closed his eyelids when he was a little tired. However, his right hand, which was attached to his chest, was still clinging to the box and did not fall.........