The snow was falling in the sky, and it was surprisingly quiet on the stage, as if even the sound of snow falling could be heard clearly.

Xiao Di has been sitting in front of the railing for a long time.

On the desk at hand, there is cold wine and empty lamps. He looked at the withered maple under the stage that had been crushed by the heavy snow, and in a trance, he suddenly wanted to get up, stepped over the railing of the high platform in front of him, and walked straight towards the maple tree—

But Wei Chaoyang came over at this time.

He reluctantly retracted his mind.

Wei Chaoyang stopped beside him, saluted, and said: "Your Highness, the queen has passed away, and now there are rumors and rumors in the dust. I heard that Princess Qi and the emperor had a big conflict, and at this time they had already set off to leave Cloud City. ”

Xiao Di listened and wandered, nodded perfunctorily, and seemed to have nothing left in his eyes except for the stumps in the distance.

Wei Chaoyang cautiously probed: "Your Highness, a letter has just come from Dingfeng's side, what Gu Jungong means is that we may be able to ...... by taking advantage of this opportunity."

The words of the latter are tacit.

Xiao Di didn't speak for a long time. That look posture, looking at people who don't know the truth, really has a bit of a sense of worrying about big things. Wei Chaoyang also thought that he was considering Gu Zixian's proposal, but who expected, after a long time, he suddenly spoke, but asked thoughtlessly: "You just said that the dust is full of rumors and rumors?" ”

"What kind of rumors are they?"

Wei Chaoyang was stunned for a moment, frowned, and said slowly: "Regarding Empress Pei's death, some people say that it was Empress Dowager Liang who secretly did her kung fu when the middle palace was about to give birth, causing damage to both her mother and son. Some people also say that it was the Empress Touqian who took advantage of the emperor's serious illness to take you as her general and set out to conquer the Zhou Kingdom, which made the emperor sick, and this is the ......"

After a pause, seeing that his master's face had not changed, he continued: "In addition to these, there is another saying that is widely circulated, and the selfishness of his subordinates also thinks it is the most likely. ”

Xiao Di turned his head to look at him.

Wei Chaoyang then said: "After the queen was happy, Si Tiantai once asserted that the son conceived by the queen was the destiny of the Son of Heaven, and it was unspeakably precious. You know, the emperor of the dynasty has always believed in these things the most, but he himself was not born with the destiny of the Son of Heaven. It's ......"

The latter words, even he, a person who is deeply dissatisfied with Empress Pei, feel miserable when he says it.

"It is rumored that before the empress gave birth, the emperor asked Princess Qi to set up a formation with the Changming sword, intending to use the life of the son of Empress Pei's womb to stabilize his imperial qi. When it arrived, it was unknown whether this formation would succeed or not, but Empress Pei and the prince ...... It is highly likely that he died because of this. ”

Xiao Di took his eyes off him, and was silent for a long time before saying, "You go down first." ”

"Your Highness......" Wei Chaoyang didn't expect to wait for such a sentence. Why did you let yourself quit? What about Gu Zixian's proposal? God-given opportunity, do you really want to let it go?

He stood in place, hesitated for a while, his eyes full of eagerness, but he couldn't bear the cold warning of his master.

“…… The subordinates retired. Wei Chaoyang saluted and retreated step by step.

Gentle ......

Will it really be tenderness?

Xiao Di put these rumors in his heart and repeatedly smashed them for a long time, and he had to admit that Wei Chaoyang was right, with his understanding of those people in the imperial palace, if Pei Yaowei really died by man, then the biggest possibility, that is, this third statement - after all, what step Xiao Zhuwei can do for the Xuanmen fortune, he has been taught early in the morning.

Just mercy......

To him, she is naturally not a good person, but from beginning to end, she has never directly hurt the people she cares about.

She and Pei Yaowei are not Jinlan's best friends?

Didn't she hate Xiao Chase?

She......

Will that be done?

That night, when the sky was completely dark, the snow in Linyuan had not stopped, His Royal Highness the King of Chu led the horse with a sword, and went out of the city at night.

Wei Chaoyang, Xianyu and others were about to go crazy, and they sent several teams of people out to look for people one after another.

Instant rain helped him back to the bedroom, and complained in a whisper on the road, and when he sent people to the door, Xiao Di looked down, but saw that the little girl's eyes were red, and two tears were rolling in her eyes, squeamish and pitiful.

"Okay, look at your guts, this king is slipping around on his own territory, is it possible that someone dares to bully me without a long eye?" He smiled lightly, comforted Instant Yu slowly, and told her to go down and rest well.

Instant rain didn't sleep for two days and two nights, and he didn't be polite to him at this time, so he turned around and asked people to arrange wine and food for him, and ordered a little girl to listen to the errand outside, and then went back to the room to rest.

A table of delicacies, Xiao Di didn't move a few sips, and patronized and drank. When the wine jar saw the bottom, his stomach was uncomfortable, and he was drunk with wine, and then he felt tired, so he wanted to go to lie down on the couch.

Just as he got up and just took two steps out, he suddenly felt a tremor on his body.

Xiao Di's first reaction was that the ground was moving, and when he looked for it carefully, he found that it was the sword on his waist that was shaking.

——In Yongchuan that year, the sword that Lou Zhen gave him.

His Royal Highness the King of Chu frowned. Although Liang pushes the number of Xuanmen techniques, he has never experienced a few unusual things since he was a child. For a while, his drunkenness was gone, and he was both defensive and at a loss.

After a moment, he slowly raised his hand, grasped the hilt of the sword that was trembling more and more, and pulled it out with a sharp force.

The sword body made of stainless steel, after the vicissitudes of life, is still outstanding and sharp.

What should I do with my gadgets?

He was still hesitant, and he didn't admit it, but the sword was impatient first. There seemed to be a huge force in the sword that was competing with him, no matter how much he tried to stabilize the constantly waving sword body, that power could always suppress his power in a more arrogant and crazy attitude.

With a sudden, the sword left his hand, and before he could be prepared, it grazed his arm.

On the edge of the stainless steel sword, there was an extra blood mark.

His Royal Highness the King of Chu knew how to advance and retreat, and at this time he knew that he couldn't deal with this strange thing, and he wanted to admit it and go out to pass it on, but he didn't want to, as soon as his feet moved, a stream of qi and blood gathered from all directions and rushed straight to his head. A red light flashed in front of his eyes, and the whole person fainted directly in place.

Since Pei Yaowei died once, he has experienced many unbelievable things.

In the three years of the sword, she shared feelings and dreams with her past self, and experienced those pains and hatreds over and over again, without stopping;

can't be on stage, she shared the same dreams with Xiao Di in the past, and untied the knots of many mistakes over the years, mixed joys and sorrows;

And at this moment, Xiao Di's dizziness, the momentary blank in his consciousness passed, and then, what appeared in front of him was the Huaiguo Mansion.

——In the autumn of Wu Yao's nineteenth year, Lou Zhen was released from prison in the Huaiguo Mansion.

In front of him, Pei Changge, who was sitting firmly in the study, no matter how much his sister pleaded, he was not as good as the mountain.

She heard—Xiao Di heard—Pei Yao was saying: Big brother, you can't just look at what he did, you also have to see why he did it, didn't you?

She said that the Tan family is rich and unkind, and Lou Zhen's approach, although it is not worth emulating and praising it, but there is a forgiveness anyway, right?

But what Pei Changge gave her was only refusal.

Pei Yao's consciousness in the dream was shocked several times, and after a long time, he finally understood-

At this moment, Xiao Di is dreaming and feeling with Wu Yao's nineteen-year-old self.

And Yan Ping's eight-year-old self is experiencing the beginning of his fall into a dream, with mixed feelings and unconvinced feelings.

This dream is neither long nor short, it is the beginning and end of every torture she has been in the sword for three years.

He realized Pei Yao's sincere joy when the two communicated, and also realized that when the East Palace suppressed Pei Yaoge, she was worried about her unease, but she still thought that there was a reason for her trust.

He saw Pei Yao's grief when he repented of his marriage, and also saw the hatred and anger that grew wildly after Pei's father and son died one after another.

Finally, he woke up from his dream with the words 'I see' and found himself lying on a couch with a wet pillow.

Not a dream.

He clearly knew that all of Shicai's own experiences were not just a simple dream—no dream would be so clear, so tangible, and so unforgettable.

But what is that?

Is that what really happened, is it the truth of everything, or is it ...... It's just a conjugation in the depths of your own mind to amuse yourself?

…… Sword. That's right! The sword!

My own syncope, nine times out of ten, is related to that sword, what about the sword? Thinking so, he got up suddenly, and without hesitating his headache, he stepped on his boots and went to find the sword.

At this time, there were several faint noises in the direction of the Library.

He walked to the front of the library with pressed steps, and saw a familiar little girl squatting in front of his agarwood box, holding a scroll in her hand.

If he hadn't recognized who this girl was, he would have already taught her a lesson.

"Ahem." He raised his hand into a fist and pressed it to his lips, coughing slightly.

The little girl trembled when she heard the sound, came back to her senses, Huo Ran got up, and turned her head to look at him.

She still held the scroll in her hand, carefully, very preciously.

“…… Your Highness, you are awake! The little girl didn't realize that she had been caught, her face was happy, and she walked straight to him.

When she got closer, she suddenly remembered something, and looked at his arm that had been cut with concern, and then said, "Your Highness, why are you so careless!" If I hadn't been out there and made sure I didn't let the Assassin in, I might have thought you had been assassinated! ”

Xiao Di glanced sideways at his arm, smiled inexplicably, and then asked, "Where is my sword?" ”

The little girl said as if to take credit that she had already wiped him and put it back on the sword stand.

"You don't have a deep mouth, and I didn't have anything else wrong with you when I took the pulse, so I didn't alarm people." She said, "I originally wanted to find you some gold sore medicine to rub it, but ...... It's my first time here, and I don't know where everything is, so I'm ......."

Xiao Di laughed and said, "So you came to rummage through my box?" ”

The little girl's face turned red, and she felt that her behavior was formless, but as soon as her eyes fell on the scroll in her hand, her eyes lit up.

- The painting is a stunning beauty.

"Your Highness, this sister is ......"

She looked up at him with sparkling eyes, desperate for an answer. But His Royal Highness the King of Chu stretched out a finger against his lips and made a silent gesture.

The little girl was stunned.

His Royal Highness the King of Chu just shook his head, secretive.