The night permeates the heavens and the earth.

The lights reflect the falling snowflakes, which has a unique atmosphere.

On the carriage to Tianbao Pavilion, Yun An'an lay on the fur blanket on all fours, looking at the script.

"Concubine Ai likes this kind of script very much?"

Seeing Yun An'an's fascination, Beichen Yi handed her a piece of pastry.

Naturally, taking the pastry, Yun Anan turned over and changed his posture to answer Beichenyi's question while eating the pastry while reading the script.

"I don't like it very much, it's mainly a little boring."

Living in the high-tech era of the 21st century, computers and mobile phones are indispensable entertainment facilities.

Now that I have traveled to the ancient feudal society, once the freshness passes, it will naturally be idle and moldy.

"Uncle."

Yun An'an turned his head and looked at Bei Chenyi.

"It's rumored that you have a wife, is it really true?"

She was more interested in the rumor.

Although Beichen Yi has just returned to Kyoto, according to incomplete statistics, in the past five years, all the women who want to marry into the Yi Wangfu or are ready to marry Beichen Yi have all died without exception.

The eldest lady of the Zhang family, the second miss of the Li family, etc., etc.

can successfully marry Beichen Yi and become the princess of Beichen Guoyi, and she is the only one in the entire Beichen Kingdom.

"Is Concubine Ai worried about you?"

Beichen Yi did not avoid this question, a light smile was outlined at the corner of his lips, and Yun An'an's back was cold when he looked at it.

"I'm notoriously hard-hitting, and I won't take it lightly."

Sneering, Yun Anan swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Fortunately, she has her own magic resistance, and the master said that she will win in her life.

Otherwise, when she was on a mission in the 21st century, how could she have saved her life again and again, and killed her opponents.

As he spoke, the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion arrived.

It's different from last time.

This time, the little brother of Tianbao Pavilion served all aspects like serving his ancestors.

Present the box with both hands and hand it over to Yun An'an.

"Please sign your name here, and the contract between Tianbao Pavilion and Lady Qin Shuang will be terminated."

"Where's the key?"

There is a well-crafted lock hanging from the box, but there is no key.

"Back to the princess, the only thing that Mrs. Qin Shuang entrusted to Tianbao Pavilion before her death was this box, and nothing else."

The little brother of Tianbao Pavilion recounted the scene of that day, and presented a receipt with the seal of the word Qin Shuang in front of Yun An'an.

Facts have proved that what the little brother of Tianbao Pavilion said is true.

"Congratulations to the prince, congratulations to the princess."

Bidding farewell to Beichenyi and Yun An'an, when the little brother of Tianbao Pavilion returned to the back hall, he ordered the guards to fly pigeons and pass the book.

"Let's just say that Yun An'an has taken the things."

"Yes!"

On the other side, he left the carriage of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.

Yun An'an tinkered with the box without the key, and in her memory, she had seen the box.

The original owner's mother seems to have told her something in her ear.

It's a pity that she forgot about it.

At this moment, a murky sound sounded.

In the night, more than a dozen black-clothed figures jumped out of the night, and slashed at the two people in the carriage with long knives in their hands.

said that it was too late, Beichen Yi jumped out of the carriage with Yun An'an in his arms, and with a backhand wave, he repelled the man in black with one palm.

Facing the murderous more than a dozen black-clothed killers, Yun Anan glanced up at Beichenyi.

"The name of the wife is well deserved!"

Without giving the two of them a chance to breathe, the killer has surrounded them and is bound to break them into pieces.

"Kill!"

The black-clothed man at the head gave an order, and the killer swarmed up again.

A well-trained killer never talks nonsense, and if someone else sees such a scene, they will be scared to death.

But these two people are none other than Beichen Yi, the regent of the killing god of Beichen Kingdom, and the other is Yun An'an, a bounty hunter in the twenty-first century.

In a flash, Yun Anan dodged a killing move from the man in black with a strange step, snatched the sharp blade from his hand, and killed him with a knife.

"Who are you?"

Facing Yun An'an's thunderous means, the man in black was stunned.

Doesn't it mean that Yun An'an is just a wasted material with no power to restrain chickens!

Whoever scraps will kill his brother one by one.

"What do you have to do with it?"

With a slash, Yun An'an decisively cut off the spine of the man in black.

The black-clothed killers of more than ten people were left alive at this time, and they couldn't survive or die.

Snowflakes are falling.

Yun Anan was holding a long knife, and the tip of the knife was dripping with blood and steaming.

The moment she turned around, the woman in a blue dress bent her smiling eyes and looked at Beichenyi.

"Uncle, it's solved."

The wind blew, rolling up snowflakes and falling on Yun An'an's hair.

Looking at the lonely figure standing between heaven and earth.

Beichenyi walked towards Yun An'an step by step, and her slender big hand gently brushed the messy long hair on her forehead, pulling the strand of hair behind her ear.

"You are the king's concubine, and in the future, this kind of fighting and killing will be left to others to do."

A touch of warmth penetrated into his heart along his cheeks, and Yun An'an's half-squinted smiling eyes slowly opened, and he lightly spit out a good word.

"Okay."

Bai Seventeen, who was hidden in the dark, wrinkled his brows, and he saw everything that had just happened.

If he thought that Yun An'an was deliberately placed in the palace by the Prime Minister, at this time, he overturned all assumptions.

Yun An'an's identity is far beyond the scope of what he knows.

It's not just as simple as a small work, who is she!

……

Yiwang's Mansion, study.

After returning to the palace, Yun Anan made two bowls of fried noodles and brought them to the study, studying how to open the box left by the original owner's biological mother while eating.

"Suck ~~~"

With a mouth full of fried noodles, she frowned.

"Beast, this is the same as the paper to the sign and the hash to the sign."

A mouthful of food caused her to speak slurredly, which translated, "Uncle, is this box worth a lot of money?"

Apparently, a certain woman intended to be violently dismantled.

Compared with Yun An'an's uncivilized eating appearance, although eating the same kind of food, Beichen Yi's elegant eating appearance is like tasting the full banquet of the Han Dynasty.

But he liked to see her gobble up.

"The lock is made of pure gold, and the box is made of rosewood."

"Got it."

Without waiting for Beichenyi to finish speaking, Yun Anan picked up the small hammer and smashed it towards the wooden box.

"Aifei, there may be a mechanism ...... in the box"

Click-

With a hammer, the small box shattered into slag, but the golden lock that held the box intact.

"Don't say it sooner!!"

Yun Anan hurriedly checked the box, but fortunately, there was no hidden weapon for the trick, only a book and some money lying quietly in the box.

"Hey, what's this?"