"Princess, don't embarrass the old slave." In the cold night, Ling Feng was trembling, and a shrill voice broke the silence.

"Don't touch her."

A handsome man in a black dress, thin lips slightly opened, a low and crazy voice with a bit of majesty, but the man was covered in wounds, none of them were good, blood soaked through his coat, kept oozing blood, ticking in the snow, blooming plum blossoms. Although embarrassed, but that weak and ruined appearance is really pitiful, the long black hair as bright as ink is messily scattered on both shoulders, the heroic sword eyebrows hide a pair of slender and sharp black eyes, the blood marks attached to the pale lips look particularly dazzling, the angular outline, the slender and tall body, like an eagle watching its prey in the night, lonely and arrogant but arrogant.

The man bit his lip and forced himself to stand up, staggering forward, his feet suddenly limp, and he knelt in the snow with a pop, but his eyes were fixed on one place the whole time.

……

Empty and gloomy, a silence, only the wind whistling unwilling to do anything, a white goose down covered the original appearance of the execution ground, but it was even more terrifying, for a long time, the sound of light footsteps stepping on the dead branches on the ground, clicking, accompanied by the sky full of snow.

Da Da, the footsteps are getting closer and closer, and out of the dark and dark plum tree is a woman in a white shirt, dressed in white and the snow behind her is soft together, and a few crimson peach blossoms fall on the shoulders and hair buns, lining the skin tone white and red, especially good-looking. The golden streamer was evenly sprinkled on the woman's fair and smooth skin, which was particularly delicate, through the gap between the branches, gently shining on her face, and her cheeks were slightly red, I don't know if it was frozen, or the faint sunlight warmed her.

The green silk of ink is tied up at will by the elegant and simple silver hairpin, the face is not covered with rouge gouache, the dark eyes are empty and indifferent, and there is no emotion, just standing quietly in the snow like that, behind him are a few plum blossoms in full bloom, like the fairy in the painting peerless independence. The white jade bracelet on the wrist is lined with snow skin, a pair of pure white shoes without any decoration on the feet, plain clothes, eyebrows and eyes, just like the green girl in charge of frost and snow in myths and legends, the fairy of the Moon Palace who does not eat the fireworks of the world, is ethereal.

The woman paused, stopped under the scorching sun and looked up at the sky, it was so good, the blue sky was clear, the clouds were not stained, Xu was the light was blazing, the woman raised her hand in front of her forehead, squinted slightly, and the corners of her mouth rose to reveal a faint smile, she had not seen the light for too long, but she felt a little dazzling.

Looking down, the group approached, led by an old man dressed in a sapphire blue crane pattern robe, wearing a jewel-encrusted hat, and blue boots, holding a whisk in his right hand and resting on the crook of his left arm, followed by several young men with beautiful faces. The person who came was the most powerful eunuch around King Wei, Zhao Changhai looked at the woman in front of him with pity, in the end, he watched the child grow up, how could he bear it, but everything she did was a major crime of rebellion, how could it be like this.

Zhao Changhai sighed lightly, put away the tears in his eyes, and took the wooden plate from the little eunuch's hand, which contained a golden bottle of jade bucket, and three golden dragons were carved on the wall of the cup. Zhao Changhai bent down his old and sore waist, raised the wooden plate above his head, lowered his head and closed his eyes, not daring to look, and said softly: "Princess......"

A pair of white, tender and smooth slender jade hands took the highly poisonous wine and drank it all, without a trace of hesitation, as if he had already put life and death aside, and the clouds were light and light.

"Brother, I'm going to accompany him, I hope you cherish it."

The man in black watched the delicate and thin woman slowly walk to his side, stroked the mottled blood stains on his face, and smiled gently, as bright and dazzling as when they first saw him twelve years ago. After speaking, the woman seemed to be in unbearable pain, frowned beautifully, and dripping blood fell from the corners of her mouth on the man's hand, then slowly closed her eyes and fell in front of the man.

The young man full of vicissitudes of life picked up the woman's body heavily, hugged it in his arms and cried like a child, as if he had fallen into a madness, screaming for the woman to open her eyes, the voice became more and more hoarse and harsh, and after a long time, there was silence again, which made the atmosphere of the entire execution ground heavy and overwhelming.

A large number of people broke in behind the man, and the most eye-catching was the purple-clothed girl in brocade clothes, with a face like a hibiscus, delicate and gorgeous, combing a graceful and luxurious woman's bun, inserting a seven-treasure glazed hairpin in her hair, her waist was like a flowing plain, and her ears were bright and moonless. A pair of phoenix eyes are natural and gorgeous, different from the cold and flawless princess of Changshu, one is soft, one is charming, and the world is beautiful.

Wei Qinfeng glanced at the visitor, nodded, gently picked up the woman, walked through the soldiers and the gatekeeper, and walked into the distance, with a stiff and ugly smile on his face, and said to the woman in his arms: "Xiao Shu, don't be afraid, let's go home." Then disappeared in the eyes of everyone with the woman in his arms, and it was the change of Kyushutai that became the last straw to bring down the man, and it was also an opportunity for the Northern Wei Dynasty to be disintegrated.

The girl in purple looked at the man in black who left, her eyes were full of tenderness, she was the wife of the man in black Wei Qinfeng, the first beauty of the Northern Wei Dynasty, the cousin of Princess Changshu, Princess Yufang, Yu Qing'e.

Yu Qing'e saw her scarred husband, her eyes were full of distress, she knew that he didn't love her so much, and she also knew that there was an unbridgeable blood feud between the two people, but so what, she fell in love with this man. Looking at Princess Changshu's life, how short, how sad, compared to it, Yu Qing'e is lucky, for this cousin who grew up together, Yu Qing'e sometimes really wants to hide her, away from disputes, precious like a jewel.