In the cold winter, the sun is precious.

The princess of the pink and jade peck looked gloomy, stepped across the long pontoon bridge, looked up at the three-story pavilion in the distance, the golden plaque in front of the pavilion put pen on the dragon and snake, and the word "book moves".

The sun rises, and the shadow of the attic sets in the west, stretching inch by inch, towards the figure of the man fishing by the lake.

Summer rain and snow stopped.

In the slightly cold gaze, the moment I finally saw the familiar back, I brought a little gentleness.

This princess had mixed feelings in her heart, and all kinds of feelings came to her heart at the same time...

But I don't know where to start.

Xia Guang.

Now that I'm back from fifty years later, I'm not going to let those tragedies happen again.

She is the last empress of the Great Zhou.

was so hasty when she was forced to ascend the throne, and then she was even more anxious, and in the end, only the little emperor uncle was accompanying her.

She looked at the lonely figure.

Thoughts drift away...

The fire burned the imperial city.

The enemy from all directions, the sunset in the east, the desire for iniquity in the north, the white lotus in the country, and the most deadly is the dog Rong ghost in the west.

At that time, Xia Yuxue realized that what she resisted on weekdays was only the strength of the surface of the Dog Rong Ghost Fang, and when those extremely terrifying forces in the depths of them poured out, Da Zhou was just a papier-mâché castle, and it was slapped to pieces with a single palm.

It was not a level battle at all, the five tiger generals died one after another, and the literati of the Water Mirror Palace could hold back the demon's pace, but they couldn't resist it.

The Green Pothos Zen Temple was treacherous, she abandoned the government and knelt down in front of the Buddha for three days and three nights, but the Zen Temple replied lightly with two words, "Let's go".

She asked the door again, summoning the heroes of the world, but there were very few responders, crowded with people, but they were all kittens and dogs.

The Empress didn't understand why.

But when she was dying, Uncle Xiao Huang helped her sit on the throne and told her softly: "We have been abandoned." ”

Xia Yuxue, who was already the empress, was pale, her golden robe was stained with blood, and a stream like a red glow overflowed from the corner of her mouth...

She still had doubts on her face.

Her question is also clear, she knows that the man who is holding her should know.

The Buddha has given up on us, and when the world is ruled by foreign races, how will they not be affected?

Uncle Xiao Huang was silent for a moment, but he smiled gently, his short face looked charming, the sound of fighting outside the palace was getting closer and closer, the heat wave of the fire was one after another, that is, the cold of winter was distorted, the vision became bent, and the world was blurred.

Xia Yuxue was still staring at him, and she wanted to know the answer.

"Your Majesty, the ministers will come when they go. ”

Uncle Xiao Huang got up, raised his head, and suddenly burst out with a suppressed momentum.

"Xia Guang, why is this happening?"

The Empress asked.

The bearded man stopped, but didn't look back.

The Empress asked, "Do you have to take care of it yourself?"

The man had stopped, his whole body was murderous, and the hot air swirled and swirled around him, gradually boiling.

"Tell me!"

The Empress shouted hysterically.

But the voice was still gentle, coming from the front, "Your Majesty, glory and wealth, a great cause for a thousand years, just take it as a dream... The joys and sorrows in the dream, why take it seriously?"

"Uncle Huang!"

The empress called out a salutation that she hadn't shouted in a long time.

"Rain and snow, there are some things, and the minister can carry it alone. ”

After that, the man didn't stay any longer, grabbed the scabbard of the golden python, and strode towards the door of purgatory, he didn't look back, as if he had all the truth and all the pain on his shoulders.

Heavy and lonely.

He is now going to fulfill the promise made by the empress when she ascended the throne.

"Whoever wants to touch His Majesty can only step on the corpse of the minister. ”

Not long after, there was a sound of fighting outside the Jinluan Palace, like a violent wind and rain, and the sound of knives roared, but it stopped abruptly.

In the main hall, in the bronze incense burner, a cigarette that calmed the nerves had not yet been extinguished, and on the purple-gold red dots, the smoke was suddenly messy.

The door is open!

The three or four meter-tall miserable white giant had a low head, with a cruel smile and broke the carved dragon door frame on the Jinluan Palace, holding a human head in his left hand, holding a huge black iron thistle in his right hand, and a pair of terrifying eyes looked directly at the beautiful woman sitting on the throne.

Looking at the calm look on the man's head, Xia Yuxue was heartbroken with grief, she took a deep breath, straightened the dragon robe, and then activated the mechanism, pulling out a knife from under the dragon chair, as well as a jade box the size of a baby fist.

You said that I am the emperor, and I should take the overall situation as the standard, take the common people in the world, and take the society of the country as the priority, so I never let me touch the knife...

The empress looked at the head of the person who was being carried with a gentle expression, "But now that you are gone, then I will use the sword technique you taught me, and no one will care anymore, right?"

The left-hand Qianqian finger activated the jasper box, and threw the blood-red, flowing lava-textured elixir from it, and threw it into Sakura's lips without thinking about it.

Xia Yuxue only felt a tearing pain spread throughout her body, whether it was her skin or her internal organs, it seemed like she was being overwhelmed inch by inch, the giant began to get shorter, or she was getting taller.

Come, engrave this pain in my soul!

If there is an afterlife, I will carry a knife and sweep across the south, east, west, and northwest, and kill all the gods and Buddhas in the world!

I do what I say!

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Xia Yuxue, who was still a little princess at this time, came back to her senses and walked to the side of the fishing boy.

She doesn't speak, she doesn't say hello, she doesn't say "hello".

She sat next to the boy as soon as she assed, and the long golden skirt outlined the curve of her legs, although it was not perfect, but it had begun to take on the style of a royal sister with long legs.

Clenching your knees, you staring at the fishing line in the distance.

During the contact between the line and the water, there is no movement and no ripples.

Her eyes didn't move, they just slowly unfolded, which was a kind of relaxation.

Suddenly, the surface of the water began to ripple, and the line began to slosh, apparently a fish had taken the bait.

However, the boy dressed as a lisa and the princess in a long golden dress remained motionless.

It wasn't until the line stopped shaking that Xia Guang lifted the rod and shook his head when he looked at the hook that had lost its bait, and the faint red on the hook.

Then he took out a new bait from the iron poke on his side, hung it on the hook, and threw it out again.

The cloud shattered, and the boy narrowed his eyes again.

Those three disciples...

It's so fierce, and being with them really makes the old man tremble, and his days are like years.

If you want to act really, you have to deceive yourself first.

So Xia Guang called himself an old man...

He felt that he needed to stay in the normal world for a while before he could come back to his senses.

So, keep fishing.

Or feed the fish.

When the little princess beside her came, she had already noticed it, and she had just stepped on the pontoon, and he could hear her breathing.

But since she didn't speak, she didn't need to.

After all, she didn't come just to ask herself for some kung fu, these things, the daughter of Xiaogong, who was a chatterbox, had already told him.

I have to say that Xiaogong's daughter is really well-informed, and the palace doesn't seem to have anything she doesn't know, she sends food to herself every day, and she can keep talking from top to bottom.

It's nothing to ask for kung fu...

But I'm only about six years old this year, and I don't know anything other than a little bit of strength.

Yes, I'm just a kid.

After sorting out his thoughts, Xia Guang calmed down again.