The person in front of him called Seventeen was rescued by Chang Huan from a fire, and when he was rescued, his face was burned beyond recognition, and his throat was also hoarse by the smoke.

Therefore, he rarely spoke, only when he saw Chang Huan, he would say a word or two, and the rest of the time, he would only stand motionless like a log.

"It's been a long time."

Chang Huan looked at the snow on his black coat that had accumulated very thickly, and then moved his gaze to his mask.

"If the weather is special in the future, you don't have to wait outside, and there is no problem in returning to the princess's mansion alone."

Seventeen shook his head.

This move seemed to be expected by Changhuan, without the slightest surprise, because she had not only said this once, but seeing that it was still the same, she didn't say anything else, and walked towards the front with an umbrella.

And Seventeen followed her inseparably, and in the vast world, there seemed to be only two figures, red and black.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and a lot of it hit Chang Huan's face, but she didn't even shiver, and still walked forward unhurriedly, as if nothing could make her lose control.

Because she usually leaves the palace in the evening, she walks back to the princess's mansion by herself every time.

It saved a lot of trouble, after all, she didn't like to ride in the carriage very much, and the bumps were a little uncomfortable.

The second is...... Ghosts in the shadows.

Listening to the eeriely quiet atmosphere around her, her eyes narrowed.

Shaoyan, a group of black-clothed people flew down from the roof, all of them covered with black cloths, holding scimitars in their hands, and they were murderous.

didn't say anything, and rushed directly towards Changhuan with a knife, and when Seventeen saw that the situation was wrong, he immediately protected her behind him, his obsidian-like eyes were full of vigilance.

The men in black didn't do it immediately, they surrounded the two of them, and stretched out their scimitars to face them.

"This is the capital of Nanyue, at the foot of the Son of Heaven, do you think...... There is a chance that you will make it out alive. ”

Chang Huan is no stranger to this kind of thing, like this kind of thing that rushes out of a group of killers halfway is staged almost every day.

As a princess of a country, you have to stay calm even if you are afraid, and besides, after experiencing this kind of thing, you are not so afraid.

The man in black still didn't speak, just looked at Chang Huan vigilantly, although there were many of them, but in less than a year, a country destined to perish was re-entered into the four major powers, and the means of the people behind the scenes should definitely not be underestimated.

"Kill, leave no one."

The woman's clothes are like blood, her hair is as black as ink, her long body is jade, her face is slightly upturned and exquisite, and her calm and gentle black eyes overflow with unwavering indifference, but they are as unfathomable as the deep sea.

After Seventeen received the order, he rushed into the crowd without hesitation, the long sword in his hand was almost one sword, and the blood was sprinkled on the snow, which was particularly dazzling.

In a few moments, the disparity of strength was over, and Seventeen took off their black cloth, undressed them, and then stood up and stepped aside.

Chang Huan walked in slowly, looking at the dead corpse on the ground that did not show any abnormality, and did not even frown.

She looked at the corpse on the ground and spoke lightly.

"Xiling people are good at using scimitars, all men, when they are born, they will carve a winged eagle on the shoulder blade, and it is undoubtedly ...... Xiling assassinated the palace."

But the Xiling people don't have the habit of cutting people's tongues, and the eagle at the shoulder blade seems to be still scabbing?

Who is it?

Repeated and four tireless assassinations, tireless planting.

"Find someone to dispose of it."

The words fell, his face was expressionless, he didn't look much with an umbrella, and walked along the long street.

In the cold wind, the snow fell lightly from the air, like countless dense rains, falling on Wei Changhuan's robe, but she didn't care.

And Seventeen behind her kept looking at her back, never looking away, until she couldn't see it, and then called someone out to deal with the corpse on the ground.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, the wind was biting, and the red robe dragged a long mark on the ground.

"Grandpa, are you alright, wake up."

The voice of a girl in the corner made Chang Huan stop walking, she slowly turned her head to look to the side, in a corner, there were two people, an old man and a young man.

The cold wind howled on the pedestrian street, and the thin white snow fell on the two of them like a huge soft woolen blanket.

The old man's hunched back arched upwards like a hill, his hair was gray, and his body shivered in the cold wind.

The girl on the side was crying pear blossom with rain, wearing coarse linen clothes, without extra decorations, and her fair little face was red from the cold.

Perhaps sensing Chang Huan's gaze, the girl looked in her direction, and after seeing the person who came in a gorgeous dress, she stumbled and rushed towards her, and then knelt down without hesitation, she hugged Chang Huan's thigh.

"Please, save my grandfather, he's dying."

Chang Huan stared at the girl quietly and did not speak.

In a moment, she pulled her leg out, walked in front of the old man under the girl's gaze, was silent for a second, and then untied her robe and draped it over him.

Feeling the warmth on his back, the old man slowly raised his head, just colliding with Chang Huan's sight, but after a moment, he withdrew his gaze.

Her pupils were a somewhat crystalline hazel, with a kind of incomprehensibility, like the piercing depths of the sea.

"Is it still cold?"

Just when the old man was sluggish, a cold female voice sounded above his head, he stood up against the wall, and then knelt down towards Changhuan, "Benefactor, living Bodhisattva!"

"The new emperor of South Vietnam has already sent people to help the disaster, and it won't be long before you can live a normal life."

Chang Huan stared at the old man's wrinkled face, calmly stretched out his hand, and waited quietly for the old man without words.

The old man was a little hesitant about Chang Huan's attitude, he looked at his withered hand, and hesitated and didn't dare to stretch it out.

Seeing that the other party didn't react for a long time, Chang Huan took her hand back, and she turned to look at the girl who was still kneeling on the street.

"Or, let's go to the palace mansion, this snow can't stop for a while, and the disaster relief silver can't be set aside so quickly."

"You ......"

The old man was stunned and poked there like half a piece of wood, motionless.

"Untouchables have eyes but don't know Tarzan." The old man was dazed, his forehead kept pounding on the steps, his whole body was as tense as a stone, and his heart was heavy as if it were filled with cold lead.

The girl naturally heard Chang Huan's words, except for the one above who dared to call himself 'Bengong', who else in the entire South Vietnam was so unafraid of death to challenge the emperor's prestige.

"Princess, all this is the fault of the untouchables, and it has nothing to do with the granddaughter of the untouchables, please ......"

"Did this palace say that it blames you?"

Chang Huan turned around and looked down at the old man who was still kowtowing, and opened his mouth lightly, his tone was plain, and he didn't care about this matter at all.