Di Jinxuan's eyes looked at his fourth brother, revealing a slight sense of alienation.

Over the years, his affection for Yun Wanning has always been only brother and sister. As for when she liked him, he had no way of knowing, and he didn't bother to ask.

He knew that the county lord of Xiyao had her self-esteem and her pride, but he also had his own principles of doing things.

Before Di Jinxuan could speak, Di Jinxi sighed helplessly and said:

"That's it, that's it."

The words were full of helplessness.

Regarding the fact that Yun Wanning cried alone on the night of Di Jinxuan's wedding, he had already heard about it. As a brother-in-law, he hopes that his sister-in-law will be happy.

Although he knew that there was little hope of persuading Emperor Jinxuan, he still came to the Starlight Hall to do his part.

As for the outcome, that's not something he can control.

A rush of footsteps came, "Da, da, da", interrupting Di Jinxuan's memories.

Di Jinxuan raised his head vigilantly, but found that Ji Qingge's sharp eyes were looking to the east. Her right hand, wearing fox coat gloves, pointed to the other side, "Three men in black have come." ”

From a distance, Di Jinxuan caught a glimpse of the tall figure of Emperor Jinchen of the Yan King. Then he said sarcastically: "Concubine Ai didn't recognize him? ”

"Who?"

In this palace, who else can she know besides the emperor and the creditor? Ji Qingge looked puzzled and asked, "Please make it clear to the prince." ”

"To borrow the words of the concubine, you should not pretend to be pure in front of this king. Have you forgotten that the side face looks like this king's ......" Di Jinxuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a displeased face.

"Cut, I just crouched behind the grass and looked down from afar. Who would remember it so well? Ji Qingge glared at him aggrievedly and explained.

Di Jinxuan helped her tidy up the fox snow hat, and just as she was about to speak, she heard a cold male voice like a thousand years of ice not far away:

"Look, look for this king carefully."

Yan Emperor Jinchen's eyes were cold, and his facial expression was ten times colder than that of the ice and snow sky!

"Subordinate......

Before the man beside Di Jinchen could finish speaking, his right hand came out of the air, and a palm landed on the face of the man who had just spoken. In an instant, blood oozed from the corner of the man's mouth.

Ji Qingge raised his eyebrows fiercely, pulled Ladi Jinxuan, and said, "Lord Wang, we might as well find a hidden place." See what they're looking for. ”

"This is exactly what this king wants."

He smiled faintly and said softly, "Still looking for a hidden place?" Bring sand to the beach. Then he pointed to an ancient tree behind him and said, "Go, run away when the wind blows." ”

"Hmm."

As soon as he came to the ancient tree and stood firm, Ji Qingge heard King Yan's reprimand: "Waste! A bunch of useless stuff. What is the use of this king keeping you? ”

"Huh!"

I saw that Di Jinchen pulled out the sword at his waist, and the cold sword light was still terrifying in the snow. When he held the sword, his face was hideous and terrifying, like a terrible ghost.

He stood on the snow with a sword in hand, his face becoming more and more distorted, and his whole body exuded a cold aura.

"Lord Wang, Rao ...... Life. ”

The man in black suddenly fell to his knees and kowtowed to plead.

"If you can't find the jade pendant, what's the use of the lonely king keeping you?" As soon as the words fell, Di Jinchen pierced the throat of the man kneeling on the snow with a sword. Blood flowed out, and the picture was horrible.

A trace of resentment flashed in Ji Qingge's eyes, and she lowered her voice and asked Emperor Jinxuan: "If either life is too light in the eyes of King Yan, or the so-called jade pendant is too heavy in his heart.

It's really ...... to have a killing ring in the palace."

"Why not?"

The palace opened the killing ring, and it didn't start with King Yan. "The Lone King also opened a killing ring in the palace, and he still killed it for the Lone King's 'shadow chasing'."

"Who made the prince's shadow chase priceless? I'll ride it once, and I'll be in debt for the rest of my life. Then do you say that the eunuchs of the Starlight Hall can not fight the idea of chasing shadows?

If anyone can steal it out and rent it to someone to ride around, he will have endless glory and wealth in his life.

Why not give it a try? ”

Di Jinxuan glared at her fiercely, and said unhappily: "If you use the heart of a villain to spend the belly of a gentleman." Beware of the King imprisoning you in the secret chambers of the Spark of the Stars, never giving you a chance to leave the palace. ”

“……”

With an expression of "I can't tell the truth", Ji Qingge sighed helplessly.

Not long after, two men in black came and dragged away the body of the man who had been stabbed to death by King Yan. When their figures were far away, Ji Qingge and Di Jinxuan came to the north gate and took the carriage back to Ji's mansion.

Ji Qingge, who has not been out of the palace since entering the palace, as soon as he gets the opportunity to relax today, he is like a wild horse that has escaped, eager to put on his wings and fly to Ji Mansion.

She casually lifted the thick curtain at the car window, watched the snow outside the window, and from time to time there were a few words in her ears from the hawker's shouting: "Sell charcoal, sell charcoal." On a cold day, buy some charcoal to keep warm. ”

"This master, can you buy some charcoal?" A gray-haired old man stood at the head of the bridge, dressed in thin clothes, shivering in the cold wind. His hands were black from touching the charcoal, and his face was also charcoal ash.

The bleak image of the ancient charcoal seller made Ji Qingge's heart sour after seeing it.

Once upon a time, a great poet wrote that the charcoal seller was miserable, so she didn't see it with her own eyes after all, and she didn't have such heartache. At this moment, she saw the charcoal seller, begging passers-by to buy his charcoal one by one.

"Hey, the charcoal seller."

A tall woman holding an oil-paper umbrella greeted the charcoal seller in her shrill female voice.

This voice made Ji Qingge feel very harsh after hearing it, which made her particularly disgusted. Although the woman's face could not be seen, the old robe that the woman was wearing was very familiar.

When the woman turned her head, Ji Qingge saw the woman's face clearly.

That face often appears in Ji Qingge's nightmares, and she couldn't be more familiar with it. She is a heavenly killer Jun Xinlan. I said that I didn't find a chance to find her theory, didn't I meet it?

It is only natural to repay debts.

It's hard to catch Jun Xinlan today, so I have to calculate carefully with her.

It's just that when he thought that Di Jinxuan was still around, his face showed a little embarrassment, and he said, "Lord, I saw Jun Xinlan." Would you like to say a few words to her before leaving? ”

"Hmm."

Di Jinxuan bowed slightly, and his eyes signaled to her, yes.

With Di Jinxuan's permission, Ji Qingge glanced at him gratefully. When the carriage stopped, she got out of it.

Ji Qingge, who was dressed in plain clothes, walked towards the bridge in the wind and snow. The cold wind swept across her fair face like a sharp blade, making her feel a raw pain. But what hurts more than the skin of her face is her heart that she regrets for the original owner.

The original owner was only fifteen years old, so he ......

Ji Qingge's slender eyes instantly burst out with a cold light. She was only five steps away from Jun Xinlan and stopped.

Looking at Jun Xinlan pointing to the maid beside her, she looked condescending, and said, "Hurry up and pick, do you want to freeze the old lady to death or what?" ”