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The winter light is like a layer of curtains, and Murong Yan's whole person is hazy and ethereal, like a puff of green smoke, which is blown lightly and then dispersed.

As soon as Aotian's words came out, Murong Yan decisively refused.

The speed of refusal was comparable to that of a tornado, and it was terrifying, as if holding a hot potato in his hand.

The more a person fears something, the more he will avoid it.

The same is true for Murong Yan.

She supported her emaciated body, like a sunflower standing in front of Li Aotian, and the corners of her lips barely hooked up a light smile: "Uncle, Yan'er is not going, Yan'er is looking for the emperor with her uncle." ”

"You can't help much, you just give the order to send people under your command to help find people." Li Aotian's voice was rough and low, revealing a strength that could not be refused.

Murong Yan's emaciated body shook, and for the first time, she shook her head so stubbornly: "Uncle, Yan'er ......"

"It's an order!" Li Aotian suddenly raised a few tones, and his tired black eyes looked at Murong Yan heavily, and anger slowly surged from the bottom of his eyes.

Murong Yan's eyes moistened.

She knew that this was a favor from Li Aotian, her pale lips trembled a little, and after her upper teeth hit her lips a few times, she said in a hoarse voice, "Yes." ”

Li Aotian understands the taste of loss, and understands the taste of loving someone.

Murong Yan is his favorite niece, she is obedient and sensible, both civil and military, intelligent and agile, a model among women, and it is not an exaggeration to call her a heroine.

I remember that when Murong Yan fell in love with Dugu Lie, she was very angry and forced them to separate.

Murong Yan has been seriously ill for a few days, and the whole person has lost her appearance.

Now, Liaotian no longer opposes them.

Since you love, then be brave enough to love.

Life is very short, and death is a pinch of ashes, why not live this short life in style.

Before leaving, Murong Yan sent one of her most proud teams to be dispatched by Li Aotian.

Leaving Aotian, Dali Temple and Su Jinmobing began a carpet search in three ways inside and outside the capital......

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With her memory, Murong Yan quickly drew a road map from the capital to the dark palace on the announcement.

Her hands were trembling when she was holding the brush, and she fell many times, and she couldn't wait to fly to Dugu Lie's side now.

Her curled eyelashes quivered, sour circles in her eyes, and she pursed her lips as she folded the road map and tucked it into her sleeve robe.

She wore a thin cicada wing and a rose corset, a goose yellow soft smoke skirt at her waist, a red mink cape on the outside, and a soft fur collar that set off her little face more and more charming.

If the waist is like a thin willow, if the shoulders are cut, it is bright and beautiful.

Murong Yan is as beautiful as a fox spirit.

She tied up a simple flying fairy hair bun, with a ruby hairpin inserted on it, and long green silk scattered down, she held the long sword, and rode towards the dark palace on a sweaty and bloody horse.

Dugu Lie, wait for me, wait for me.

At sunset, the red sunset jumped over the mountain and was reflected on Murong Yan's slightly haggard face, as if she was drawing eyebrows for her.

For a whole day, Murong Yan only drank a few sips of water.

I don't know if she was unconscious or overly sad, she had no appetite at all, and she didn't feel hungry at all.

When Murong Yan arrived at the boundary of the dark palace, it was already night, but it was not late at night, and the dome seemed to have just knocked over the ink cartridge and rolled it around, and the faint ink color plated the entire dark palace with a layer of mystery.