The sky is snowing and the sky is cold.

Zhao Guangyi stood outside the Chaoyuan Palace, watching, there was a snow-white everywhere, only a bunch of red plums opened in the corner of the east wall, and the red plums vaguely saw a woman dancing.

The chamberlain gave him a big coat: "Everyone, the wind is blowing, it is better to go back to the temple to rest"!

Who's where is that, as if there was a woman dancing among the flowers"?

The chamberlain looked in the direction of his finger, but found no woman.

The chamberlain thought to himself, if he answered that no one was here at this time, he was afraid that his life would be endangered, so he thought about it, smiled, and replied: "Everyone, this snow is snow from the sky, and the woman you see dancing among the flowers is probably the flower god Concubine Mei, the snow from the sky, why don't you give to the people of the world to reflect everyone's kindness."

Zhao Guangyi glanced at him: "The ancients: Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road. I once read a poem written by a monk in Xiangshan, and the poem was written like this: Selling charcoal, cutting and burning charcoal in the southern mountains. His face was full of dust and smoke, and his temples were pale and his fingers were black. What is the profit from selling charcoal? The clothes on the body eat in the mouth. The poor shirt is single, and the heart is worried and wishes for the cold. At night, a foot of snow outside the city came, and Xiao drove a charcoal cart to roll the ice ruts. The cattle are trapped and the people are hungry, and they are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the city. Who are the two riders? The yellow-clothed messenger is white-shirted. The hand put the paperwork in his mouth, and returned to the car and led the ox to the north. A cart of charcoal, more than 1,000 catties, the palace envoy will not regret it. Half a horse of red silk and a zhang of silk, tied to the head of the ox to fill the charcoal straight".

The snow was falling, and the cold was biting.

Zhao Guangyi took a deep breath: "Pass the order, give the old people in the capital warm clothes, and the centenarians will be given additional gold belts, in addition, send the widow to give the lonely old and poor people a thousand yuan and a few meters and charcoal, so that they don't have to be cold and starving, and spend the winter in peace, in addition, at this time of year, they need to be executed according to this law, and those who violate the order will be beheaded."

The chamberlain saluted Zhao Guangyi: "Everyone is long, and the people of the world will definitely be grateful to Dade."

Bianjing City, under the city gate, there is an old man who is leaning against the city gate, frozen and unable to move, the guard guarding the door is holding a coat, she covers it on the old man's body, the old man is dying, the old man still has a breath left, the old man opened his eyes and looked at the guard: the official family is merciful, so that there will be a good reward, the kindness of sending charcoal in the snow, the old man has to repay it again in the next life.

The old man breathed away.

Tianxian Building, there are still people coming and going, but no one cares who is missing, and no one cares that Bai Yi and Yi Shengxue are missing in this Tianxian Building.

White-clothed, as his name suggests, skin like snow, dressed in white, with a white jade hairpin on his head, tied with a white ribbon, always holding a white folding fan in his hand, and a white jade wrench on his thumb, he also wears a white sachet around his waist, the white sachet contains white mandala flowers, people who are poisoned by white mandala flowers will hallucinate, which will lead to death, and the white mandala flowers in white clothes are the best of the white mandala flowers in the world, Because the seeds of the white mandala flower in white clothes were brought out by him from the Tang Gate, and the flowers were planted in the Tang Gate with various poisons in the Tang Gate plus his own blood, he had been in the Tang Gate for a long time, his master used to be a famous poison master in the Tang Gate, the blood of the white clothes was already inviolable, the white clothes were indifferent, almost no one had heard him speak, Yi Shengxue was the only person he could confide in, because she couldn't speak at all, she was a mute, and she was poisoned and dumb when she was a child, And she still suffers from eye disease, her eyes can't see, but she has learned a good kung fu.

At the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, there was a fight.

Bai Yi didn't pay attention to the fighting, the sound of killing, he and Yi Shengxue stood in the woods and watched.

The person who led the team in the fight was called Wang Xiaobo, and the person next to him was his wife's younger brother, named Li Shun, and standing opposite Li Shun was Wang Jien, the eunuch of Xichuan Zhao'an sent by Zhao Guangyi.

Wang Xiaobo was shot by an arrow that flew in, his body floated in the air, and then flew into the woods, impartially, and landed right in front of Bai Yi and Yi Shengxue, he still had a breath left, he looked at Bai Yi and Yi Shengxue, he looked carefully, and guessed that it was Bai Yi Shengxue, his eyes stared at the boss, and his face was a little hideous.

Bai Yi didn't know when he took out a white mandala flower from the sachet, Bai Yi casually threw the flower on Wang Xiaobo's body, Wang Xiaobo didn't dare to touch it, but he didn't dare to throw it away, Yi Shengxue walked up to him.

Yi Shengxue sighed: "Alas, it's a pity, you didn't do it well, and you messed up, what do you say you should do now."

"Female, heroine spares life, two heroes spare life".

"Cher, you know what to do!"

Yi Shengxue danced slowly, and the sky began to snow, and when Yi Shengxue stopped, Wang Xiaobo was already dead.

"Let's go"!

The snow is falling, and the white clothes are flying.