The silence of the night shrouded the Xianyang Palace, the huge palace city was silent, and this giant beast that had guarded the ancient country of Qin and Chu for thousands of years seemed to be covered with a layer of quiet black curtain, and was sleeping peacefully, sleeping.

The man left the claustrophobic chamber and walked alone in the long darkness, he could see nothing, and perhaps not see anything, because he believed only in his own heart, so he was not afraid of the darkness, nor was he afraid to walk alone in the darkness, although he did not know what the end of the "darkness" was.

But the darkness in front of him quickly came to an end, and he pushed open the pavilion door with his hand, and the man walked out of the Mi Imperial Palace, which was seated in the Zhao Palace domain. However, stepping out of the darkness inside the door is just stepping into another piece of darkness outside the door. That's right, it was also dark outside the Mi Palace, but this darkness was mixed with the faint cold light of the moon, which seemed more misty, and it didn't feel so dark and deep.

In fact, Xianyang Palace is not like a real royal palace city, since ancient times, it is said that "the imperial city never sleeps, and the lights are several heavy days". A true royal palace should be lit up in the sky, not dark at night, and attendants in Putrajaya, quiet but not silent. But there is no star light in the Xianyang Palace in front of him, except for the guards on the periphery of the palace, there are no attendants, and the huge palace city is sleeping in the darkness and silence of the moonlit night, like a dead palace.

The man stepped on a corridor outside the palace, because of the dead silence, the man's footsteps were extra loud, as the only sound of this huge palace city did not hesitate to echo in the long corridor.

Suddenly, the man raised his arm, and a circle of dark golden light appeared, instantly piercing the darkness around him. The golden light traveled on the man's arm, and when it reached his hand, it suddenly let out a clear sound and stretched into a dark golden lightsaber in the man's hand. The man flicked his hand, and the sword came out of his hand, and slashed across the left edge of the road, and illuminated the eighty-one candles on the left side of the road with a dark golden light and shadow, and in the same way, the man also drew a sword with his right hand, lighting up all the candles on the right edge, and in an instant, the entire road was brightly lit.

The lights of Lianhui dispelled the darkness of the entire corridor, and also illuminated the cold face of the man - Ying Zheng!

That's right, the man is Yingzheng!

As the monarch of Zhenguo I, he walked alone in this dead and silent huge palace city, which inevitably looked a little desolate. But Ying Zheng didn't think it was desolate, in fact, all this in Xianyang Palace was ruled by him.

He ignored Qin Chu's thousand-year-old royal rules and abolished most of the concubines and attendants in Xianyang Palace, because in his eyes, most of the people in the mortal world were ants-like existences, and those women with beautiful skins were not worthy of him.

Not to mention those attendants, no one can enter his eyes at all, Ying Zheng doesn't like to contact those ants in his heart, leaving only the necessary people to take care of the palace, and he himself does not allow any attendants to accompany him at all. And without attendants to take care of the palace, Xianyang Palace is naturally like a palace of death, late at night and the palace has no lights, and it is dark and silent.

But Ying Zheng doesn't care about this, he doesn't care about the bleak scene of Xianyang Palace, he doesn't care about the dead silence and darkness in the middle of the night, and he doesn't even care that there is no one around him to accompany him - Ying Zheng doesn't care about loneliness, he firmly believes that he also accepts that the high place is unbearable.

He was born to reach the real top, he was born to be the king of the world! So he is not afraid of loneliness, in fact, he does not feel lonely, because there is always loneliness with him.

The lights illuminated the road, and Yingzheng continued to move forward alone, at this moment, the huge palace city was still silent in the darkness of the moonlit night, and only this road was illuminated by the lights. Walking on this light-lit road isolated in the dark, this is actually more in line with Yingzheng's state of mind - he is obviously alone in the vast darkness, but he firmly believes that the road under his feet is the abyss and light.

Ying Zheng just walked through the huge palace city, walked unhurriedly, and walked a long way, until he came to the Ice and Snow Palace in the Han Palace domain.

As the name suggests, the Ice and Snow Palace is cold with ice and snow, the temperature here is significantly lower than that of other palaces, and the ancient palace pavilion is overflowing with a strange frost atmosphere, and the entire palace seems to be covered with a layer of invisible hoarfrost. Ying Zheng walked to the Ice and Snow Palace, and felt a cold wind of ice and snow blowing in his face, which made him feel cold.

There must be a strange cause for the strangeness of the world, and the strange cold that distinguishes this Ice and Snow Palace from the entire palace city all comes from one person - the peerless beauty who sits quietly in the Ice and Snow Palace.

It was a woman like ice and snow - Qiongyu's skin was faintly frosty, her icy blue pupils were shining with cold light, her long ice blue hair was waist-length, her thin red lips were slightly closed, she was wearing a blue silk silk shirt and a white velvet snow hair skirt - the splendor of ice and snow, the face of the city. She is the Frost Princess Wang Zhaojun!

Wang Zhaojun sat alone under the window of the palace pavilion, his eyes revealing a shallow layer of coldness, as if looking from afar, as if looking closely, like memories, like contemplation. But I don't know what she's looking at, or what she's thinking......

It just stretched out from Wang Zhaojun's meditation place, and the cold breath like ice and snow filled the entire palace.

Ying Zheng quietly walked into the palace pavilion, came to Wang Zhaojun's side silently, and gently put his hand on Wang Zhaojun's exposed incense shoulder.

The warmth of her palm surprised Wang Zhaojun, but she was only slightly shocked but didn't resist too much.

Ying Zheng's hand also felt the pleasant coldness on Wang Zhaojun's shoulder, but the corner of his eye unnaturally caught a glimpse of the dishes on the red sandalwood table next to him that had been cold for a long time and had not moved.

"Do you want to use a hunger strike to show your rebellion against me?" Ying Zheng whispered into Wang Zhaojun's ear.

"Nope." Wang Zhaojun's answer was very concise, so concise that there was no emotional fluctuation.

"That is, the dishes of Xianyang Palace are not your 'appetite'?" Ying Zheng continued to ask softly.

"It's okay." Wang Zhaojun said in a cold voice, "The people of the Beiyi Ice Clan can have one meal every three days. ”

Ying Zheng was silent, and Wang Zhaojun's answer was so cold that he couldn't answer at all.

After a moment of silence, Ying Zheng spoke again.

"Is it so uncomfortable to be my concubine?" Ying Zheng bowed his head and sniffed the cold fragrance on Wang Zhaojun's body, and said softly. His tone was very light, but the aura of an emperor was like an invisible pressure pressing down on Wang Zhaojun's hands.

Wang Zhaojun didn't speak, Ying Zheng's question was very sharp, and she didn't dare to give any answer...... Yes, she was actually very afraid of the man behind her who was caressing her shoulders, and the life of the entire Beiyi Ice Clan could be said to be in his hands.

Although she hated it, she did not dare to be angry. To her, this man is simply the monarch of the devil, and in his eyes there is a desire to sanction all things.

However, at the same time that Wang Zhaojun was silent, a beautiful string sound sounded for no reason, and the smart notes seemed to come from the end of the sky, merging into a peerless melody that lingered around Yingzheng and Wang Zhaojun, and even faintly dispelled the frosty aura emitted by Wang Zhaojun.

The sound of the piano is as beautiful as heaven, listening to this mysterious and melodious piano sound, Ying Zheng and Wang Zhaojun can't help but be a little intoxicated.

But in the next second, their intoxication stopped, and the lingering sound of the piano suddenly shook, and a circle of invisible sonic energy surged out, as if a layer of heart-catching ripples rippled in the quiet air.

As soon as the sound wave waved, the sound of the piano stopped, and nothing happened in the Ice and Snow Palace, but both Wang Zhaojun and Ying Zheng were shocked by the stirring sound wave.

At that moment, they clearly felt the magic blue energy condensed in the sound wave, and the sound wave spread in all directions, and they definitely couldn't avoid this powerful energy blow - but they were unharmed!

There was only one unbelievable explanation—the sonata's comprehension of the Sound Demon Dao had reached a transcendent level—that he could use the magic blue to distort the spread shape of the sound waves, so that the stirring sound waves would leave just a gap between the two of them and not be injured.

Ying Zheng stared slightly, then lowered his head and whispered in Wang Zhaojun's ear: "There is a visitor visiting tonight...... Looks like I can't see it......"

Ying Zheng let go of his hand and let Wang Zhaojun continue to sit, while he walked out of the Ice and Snow Palace.

Pushing open the palace door, Ying Zheng's eyes immediately saw two people wearing nocturnal cloaks standing quietly under the hazy moonlight, as if they had been waiting for him for a long time.

One of them holds the strings in his hand, and the strings are hidden in the micro; One held a shadow blade in his hand, and the blade dripped blood.