The snow in Ningling is getting heavier and heavier, the cold wind is cold, this kind of seems to be piercing into the bones, Chang Huan just came out of death row, and Seventeen stepped forward, holding up an umbrella to cover her head, and he stood respectfully behind.

In the vast white space between heaven and earth, Chang Huan stood at the door, looked at it calmly for a long time, and said, "Let's go." ”

She didn't wait for Seventeen's answer, she walked out of the eaves alone, the snow gradually confused Seventeen's eyes, he looked like this, until Chang Huan's figure completely blended with the snow, he suddenly came back to his senses, three steps and two steps out of the snow.

Not long after running out, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and Changhuan stood in the middle of the snow, looking at the front, without moving, knowing the other party's temperament Seventeen knew that she definitely didn't have this leisure at this moment to enjoy the snow.

Waiting for him?

This was the answer that popped into Seventeen's mind after he had dismissed all possibilities, and no matter how much he pressed the idea down after that, it had no effect.

He walked up to her with excitement and apprehension, his eyelids lowered as if waiting for an answer.

"The snow is heavy, so prepare more umbrellas in the future."

Her voice was as calm as if there were no waves.

Seventeen was stunned, and such a tone quickly freed him from his fantasy.

He didn't expect the other party to wait for him just because he was waiting for an umbrella to cover the snow.

Chang Huan turned her back to Seventeen so she didn't see the sadness that flashed in the other party's eyes, she didn't wear much clothes, but she didn't even shudder, and after a moment of silence, she lifted her steps again and walked in the vast snow.

With precedent, Seventeen didn't dare to be in a daze, and he followed closely with his predecessors.

The wind and snow seemed to be getting more and more rapid, and the figures of the two people became farther and farther away in the wind and snow, gradually disappearing.

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Zhongqiguo.

Ruyang.

The splendid hall was full of civil and military ministers, and there was a middle-aged man wearing a bright yellow dragon robe sitting on the high hall, but at this time his complexion was not very good-looking, his face was sallow, without a little blood, and on his thin cheeks, two cheekbones protruded there like two hills, and even the sound of breathing was not symmetrical.

"The crown prince was captured, I was actually the last to know, if it weren't for the letter from South Vietnam, how long would you hide it?"

Yan Zheng slapped his palm on the table, his eyes widened, and he stared at everyone angrily, "Hurry up and reply to Nanyue, saying that their request has been granted." ”

"The emperor thinks twice."

The officials in the hall knelt down one after another, holding the wat board in both hands, staring at the people on the seat with burning eyes, in order to beg Yan Zheng to take back his life.

"The ambition of the wolf son of South Vietnam, if Zhongqi retreats, how should he gain a foothold in the future." The one who spoke was a man in a black robe, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a dignified body, and a dignified appearance, "Erchen begs my father to think twice." ”

"The eldest prince is right, the emperor thinks twice!"

The ministers of Asari all slammed their heads on the ground, as if in this way to express their protest.

"It's the other way around, I've made up my mind, if anyone is talking too much, I'll drag it out and cut it off."

As soon as the words fell, he flicked his long sleeves and left the court, and where the ministers could not see, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of Yan Zheng's mouth, but he still walked out of the hall as if nothing happened.

The corners of Yan Sui's mouth with his head bowed in the main hall raised slightly, and a cruel smile flashed in his eyes, it seems that his life is not long in coming, Yan Zhao Ah Yan Zhao is at a critical time at this time, how can this king let you come back?

In an instant, the smile on the corner of Yan Sui's mouth disappeared, leaving only indifference in his eyes.

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