In the two hundred and tenth year of Daye, Emperor Zhao was mediocre and tyrannical, the court was turbulent, traitorous ministers were in power, and the people were miserable. The king of Beiping led his troops to the south, approached the capital, fought for more than six months, the daughter of Prince An of Ye Chao'an, the county lord of Youhuan, personally beheaded Emperor Zhao, the palace door was opened, and the Baili clan fell.

The palace that had just experienced the war was in shambles, the blades and halberds were scattered all over the place, the blood flowed like a river, and the sound of the palace people crying in the corner spread in the wind, and the Ye Dynasty, which had flourished for a hundred years, finally collapsed today.

The soldiers counted the corpses in twos and threes, and then the palace people carried them to the designated place and burned them uniformly.

"Your Highness, you have found the body of Emperor Zhao!" Two soldiers carried a simple stretcher, and a white cloth was placed over the corpse.

Li Bai tore off the white cloth first, and a headless man's corpse was revealed, if it weren't for the dragon robe he was still wearing, I am afraid that no one would know who this is.

Li Bai stepped forward to take a closer look, his muscles were incomplete, his dragon robe was stained with blood, and he didn't need to count it to estimate that Emperor Zhao's corpse had been cut down more than a hundred times, and the knife was into the bone.

Li Bai's back was a little cold, and he turned to Zhao Huajin and reported: "Cousin, this should be the corpse of Emperor Zhao." ”

Zhao Huajin was dressed in silver-white soft armor, the long sword in his hand was stained with blood, and there was still a bit of anger between his eyebrows and eyes that had not yet faded. Glancing at the horrific corpse on the stretcher, his brows furrowed slightly, and he said, "Carry it down." ”

Li Bai retreated to Zhao Huajin's side and said, "Tsk, I'm afraid Emperor Zhao never thought that he would die at the hands of his niece in the end, and the death was so miserable." ”

"But I heard that the lord of Youhuan is very favored, Emperor Zhao treats her better than several princesses, and pities the early death of her parents, so he enters the palace and asks the queen to raise her." Li Bai said with interest, "However, it seems that the rumors in this capital cannot be trusted. ”

Li Bai accompanied Zhao Huajin on the palace road, his expression was relaxed, and he had endured for so many years, but he was looking forward to this day, "By the way, cousin, have you seen Lord Youhuan before?" ”

Zhao Huajin put away his sword for a moment, remembering a scene he had seen many years ago, and when Li Bai thought that his cold cousin would not speak again, he suddenly heard him reply: "I've seen it once." ”

Although it was just a glance, even he didn't expect that scene to be remembered in his mind for so many years.

At dusk, the remnant sun is like blood, and the palace slowly regains its previous tranquility, and the glazed tiles on the top of the Jinluan Hall shine brightly.

On the threshold of the high temple gate, a girl in palace clothes sat on it with her legs bent, her chin resting on her knees, her long black hair was scattered, and a pair of watery deer eyes looked ahead with some uneasiness. The blood on her body had already coagulated, and the smell of blood on the tip of her nose made her a little nauseous.

The two columns of guards next to her guarded her, and they didn't dare to touch this special person casually without an order.

You Huan blinked her eyes with some pantothenic acid, and a person stepped on the palace road and walked towards her in the afterglow, the shadow was stretched very long on the ground, and You Huan squinted her eyes until this person stood in front of her, and the tall figure cast a shadow on her.

You Huan raised his head, the man in front of him had a high nose, deep eyes, and a temperament as cold as frost, which made people inexplicably feel a little afraid under his gaze.

You Huan buried her head, the corners of her lips tightened, the fingertips that clasped her knees tightened, she stretched out a hand tremblingly, knelt on the ground on both knees, grabbed the hem of Zhao Huajin's clothes, and clenched it tightly.

Youhuan didn't speak, but Zhao Huajin should know what she meant.

Youhuan knelt for a long time before she heard the man's voice, "Baili Youhuan." ”

"Yes."

"Are you going to come with me?"

Youhuan's eyes lit up, and she looked up at Zhao Huajin in a daze, and a smile slowly bloomed in her eyes.

"Okay!"