The blood falling on the snow was so dazzling, and many people covered their eyes with their hands the moment their heads landed, but standing in the crowd, Chang Huan was indifferent, and he didn't move from beginning to end.

The head falling to the ground seemed to be an insignificant little thing in her eyes, and it couldn't make her heart ripple at all, her eyebrows were slender and soothing, and her eyes were cold and lonely like autumn waves.

After a long time, the snow fell heavily, and the people were scattered and gone, even Wei Chang was asked by Chang Huan to go back, and only the officials were left at the scene, because Chang Huan did not speak, none of them dared to leave without permission.

There were more voices at the scene, Chang Huan closed his eyes and obviously didn't want to care about this matter, for a moment, the voices around him became louder and louder, and at this moment Chang Huan slowly opened her eyes, she turned around slowly, and the surroundings immediately fell into a deathly silence.

"Go back, remember to add more clothes, beware of cold, the New Year is approaching, if you get a cold, it's not good."

“……”

When the words fell, the officials were stunned, everyone looked at Chang Huan dumbfounded, and was stared at by so many people at once, Chang Huan frowned a little uncomfortably, it was obvious that those officials knew how to observe words and feelings, and quickly lowered their heads and knelt down directly, the snow was too thick, and both knees were buried in the snow.

"The ministers are terrified."

"This palace has no intention of taking your lives, so there is no need to be afraid." Chang Huan looked at the group of people kneeling on the ground and frowned, "Get up, it's cold and snowy, your body is yourself, if you freeze and feel uncomfortable." ”

Everyone kowtowed, leaving a pit in the snow on their foreheads, "Princess Xie." ”

Then they all stood up, shook the snow off their bodies, and stood motionless, humbly half-bowing their heads.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the wind blows a lot of snow and falls on Chang Huan's black hair, she is wearing a green shirt, she looks so thin in this vast world, but her eyes at the moment are colder than the snow around her, her eyes are clear but without a trace of emotion, making people look at it like falling into an ice cellar, "Bengong's words are never repeated a second time." ”

The officials looked left and right, and the corners of their mouths bowed down, "The ministers are leaving." ”

Soon there was only Chang Huan left in the entire execution ground, she stood in the vast snow, slowly closed her eyes, holding an umbrella in one hand and twisting the other, not knowing what she was thinking.

Snowflakes drifted down from the silver-gray sky, like a lot of rain, and at this moment Changhuan was like a child indulged in it, I don't know how long it took, the wind became colder and colder, and it rolled the snow and hit Changhuan's face, cool and silky.

Chang Huan opened his eyes suddenly, and found that there was already a man in black in a night suit standing in front of him, with a masked face, with the smell of wine on his body, holding a scimitar in his hand, and his eyes were full of murderous aura.

"Alone?"

Chang Huan didn't seem to perceive the danger at this moment, the person in front of her was obviously not good, and she didn't take him seriously at all.

The man in black was silent, without a trace of superfluous movements, he directly raised the scimitar and rushed towards Chang Huan, he tiptoed slightly, jumped into the air, raised the scimitar with both hands and slashed straight at her.

Chang Huan frowned slightly, took two steps back, the man in black slashed into the air, the scimitar slashed on the ground, sparks, the wind swept the snow, and his eyes were lost, and the man in black narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of vigilance.