"World ...... Son! The man turned over and dismounted, and an old man with white silk on his forehead and white temples was about to speak, when he saw the two lines of tears on the man's face, his face was also stained with a trace of grief and indignation.

"Lao Yang, somehow, my heart suddenly became empty, it seems, there is nothing!"

"Childe, you still have a family feud! In the sky, 90,000 pairs of eyes are looking at you and me! ”

Looking through the snow-white plain, the man's slightly open mouth spit hot air, and the warm tears turned into biting ice water when they met the wind, and on the road ahead of them, there was a snow-capped mountain, the birds flew away and disappeared, and the snow-capped mountains and snowfields were mixed together, if it were not for the ridge that towered into the clouds, it was impossible to identify it from such a distance, and it was the hope of living when it crossed the mountain.

"One day, I will set foot on this land again and let Ning Shihong pay the price he deserves! In this life and this life, the descendants of the Yang family are ashamed of their family feuds! Take it as your own responsibility! ”

The sound of his teeth grinding against him could not express the man's hatred, and the man who stood on the plain was embarrassed and miserable, and made his most solemn oath to the god three feet above his head.

The white snow reflected the white glow that made people unable to open their eyes, and the old man squinted his moist eyes, looked up at the sky above his head, and fell to his knees on the cold snow.

"Master! Qin Guogong, Changchang Bo, Fuhu Army Monarchs, Jinzhou Yaozhou and Zhou Heroic Soul! I was forced to leave Dahe by Ning Lao Thief today, and I swear that one day I will return to Dahe and end the Ning family! Avenge your hatred! ”

The old man shouted loudly, and the men behind him who were still sitting on their horses quickly turned over and dismounted, rolled up and knelt down.

It seems that the heroic soul above the nine heavens has a spirit in the sky, and the cold wind suddenly rises, blowing up the snow on the ground and swirling into the sky.

The country has not forgotten, the home has been broken, and on the snowy plateau, this team of embarrassed and injured people have used their silence and resentment in their hearts to make the world solemn.

How can you forget that bloody battle, his hatred that goes deep into the bone marrow, just like the ice and snow that does not melt all year round in Cangshan, just like the evil wind that cruises all year round on the West Mountain, he is Yang Yi, the fourth generation eldest grandson of Yang Fan, the Duke of Cangming! He is the future concubine of the eldest princess who was personally decreed by the emperor to marry! He is the son of the white bones hanging from the three stakes in the West Mountain! He is the seed of revenge left over from this bloody battle of 160,000 people, waiting for the day when the spring breeze is ready to start, and the city is full of golden armor!

"Let's go! Over this mountain, it is the border of Suzhou, and the eagle dog of the court will no longer be able to catch up with us! The old man reorganized his clothes, got up and patted off the snowflakes on the hem, and took the lead on the horse, after him, several other people also immediately turned over the horse, the man stared at the north for a long time, retracted his reluctant gaze, stepped over on the horse, raised the horsewhip, and rode the horse vertically.

History, will eventually be buried in history, the unforgettable hatred of Yang Yi, in the hearts of the people, but it is just a thrilling talk, the fear of the Tao and the palpitations of the heart but after all, it has passed history, this month, is the most chaotic month of the law of the Dahe system since the emperor took power, but fortunately, there is no danger, some people have received dozens of boards and received some compensation, and the tax reduction and exemption in the coming year is a great gift, and the people are all grateful to Dade, as if they have forgotten their worries about their lives, all of which are caused by the emperor's joy and anger. The remnants of the so-called rebels imprisoned in the prison were released, and the freers who had starved for several days and finally had a full meal in the government mansion all shouted that the saint's kindness was satisfied, and the people of every family began to forget those topics that were secretly discussed in the corners of the walls at night, and began to prepare for the things needed for the New Year, and the emperor's mediocrity was greatly understood in the minds of the people.

The eldest princess is the emperor's heart thorn, but also the unfilial descendants of the heavenly family, the emperor only issued a list to announce the world, but he erased the truth that the eldest princess asked for death for love, and only then did he reach the son of the Ministry of Shangshu Xiao Jing filled in the hand of the holy decree has been invalidated, the death of the eldest princess The court ministers know the truth inside, even those who believe in the ancestors the most, are unanimously silent and did not open their mouths to ask for a title for the eldest princess, and the funeral ceremony operated by the Ministry of Rites is even simplerAlthough the mourning hall has been set up for two days, the princess hall is deserted, although the emperor has ordered not to worship, but the queen thinks that the little princess sleepless day and night, tea and dinner do not think, so Du Yiyi left in the princess hall to take care of, the national teacher has already taken the novice away, this mourning hall is only set up for two days, tomorrow, is the day when the coffin of the eldest princess is buried.

In two days, Ning Xiao was as thin as a flower withering very quickly, the queen was afraid that she would cry too much like a princess and would suffer from eye disease and order the imperial doctor to guard here every day, Ning Xiao, who had suffered a double blow, could no longer see the lively and cheerful shadow of the past, the palace people of the princess hall had already re-transferred a batch from the inner servant, the original ones, you should know that they were dead without thinking about it, Yang Yidu Yiyi had never seen it, Yang Huaijin She had only heard about it a few times from Yan Xinglu, and most of the people who liked to travel were interesting people, I don't know if Yang Huaijin knew Ning Xiao's love for him when he died? In the eldest princess, she can find a lot in common with Du Yiyi, she is silent, hides her joy and anger, pays attention to identity and relationships and suppresses her emotions, and in the end, she also dies the same.

How sad is such love!

The ruthless cruelty of reality has made her gradually insensitive to the love that should be heart-pounding at her age, living, living well, and never falling in love with anyone, is her pursuit.

This is the second night of her stay in the princess's palace, in this place where the world is noble, the bright moon is also in the general shape, the little princess sobbed beside her, her voice was already dumb after crying for many days, the cold wind penetrated through the gaps in the doors and windows, but was repelled by the two stoves in front of the bed, and finally waited for the person on her side to lose her voice, Du Yiyi tiptoed up and put on her clothes and went out of the house.

There is only one palace maid guarding the empty mourning hall, a simple mourning hall, a simple coffin, it is hard to imagine that this is the mourning hall of the eldest princess of Dahe, the everlasting lamp is swaying in the wind, as if it will be extinguished at any time, the fire paper ash that fell on the ground is blown by the wind and all shrunk into the corner, and the sparks that have not burned out are floating with the wind, and the white cloth with a big 'laid' is burned out of many black spots.

Eighteen years old, cardamom years, if it weren't for this year's blizzard, perhaps, the eldest princess would be the happiest person in the world next year. It's a pity, just maybe.

The palace maid who kept vigil bowed respectfully and knelt aside, giving up the position of the most central futon to Du Yiyi.

Du Yiyi has not worshiped the eldest princess well, mostly because of the fear in her heart, seeing the coffin of the eldest princess, she can't help but think of herself in another world and Du Yiyi if she didn't come to this world, she can't understand why she came to this world, and she is even more afraid that Du Yiyi will come back to reoccupy this body, she is afraid of death, no matter how inexplicable she is, she has no time to explain anything, and she is ready to die that she has no time to realize her small wishes.

Picking up the fire paper in front of him, Du Yiyi leaned forward and sent it into the brazier.

Watching the fire paper erupt into a ball of flame under the attack of the flames, and countless sparks fluttering in the wind, she folded her hands and bowed deeply to the coffin in front of her.

I don't dare you have any obsessions, the past has passed with the wind, Du Yiyi, please stop controlling my heart and let me leave your cage confinement!

Looking up, Du Yiyi took a long breath, decisively got up and turned around, and walked to the snowy clearing outside the lobby, this clearing originally had some flower beds, and was later planted by the eldest princess with a row of peach trees and plum trees.

The red plum petals under the moon were flying, dyeing the open space with red makeup, Du Yiyi squatted down, picked up a red plum that had been cut off by the cold wind, and put it into a sachet that he carried with him.

She is not an elegant person who cherishes flowers like Daiyu Yan Xinglu, she just wants to let herself smell more of this winter.

The moon is in the sky, the stars are few, the lights are lonely, and the gate of the princess hall illuminated by the dim light rendering should be the most mysterious place for all women, the closest to the princess hall is a few vacant palaces, and the nearest person is the residence of Concubine Chen, she heard the housekeeper say that this Concubine Chen, praised more Guanyin Bodhisattva, she also heard Ning Zhiyuan say that Concubine Chen Niangniang once, with a respectful look.

Late at night, in the wind and snow, wearing a pale white palace dress and a white fluffy cloak, Concubine Chen was like Guanyin coming with the wind and snow, elegant and dusty. The wide skirt is elegant and luxurious. The black jade-like green silk is simply rolled into a flying fairy bun, and a few full and round pearls are embellished in the hair at will, making the cloud-like hair more soft and moisturized. She has been in this palace for two days, and she has seen too many worldly sophistication, but this Concubine Chen is the only lady besides the queen who can warm her heart.

This is a kind woman, who lost her son at an early age, and lived without desire or desire in this place of profit, and lived so beautifully and freely.

In the middle of the night when the cold wind was raging, Concubine Chen came to the princess palace against the wind and snow, and today is her birthday.