Heavy snow in winter. The jackdaws screamed mournfully, picking up all the cold branches and refusing to perch. In the little princess's bedroom, all the palace maids and eunuchs were repulsed with the closing of the gate. She and the boy were the only ones left in the dormitory. Listening to the cry of the jackdaw, looking at the flying snow outside the window, the little princess held the tips of her cheeks and tapped her chubby cheeks, leaned on the back of the chair, swayed her legs, and the bell in her hand rang softly, making a pleasant sound.

"General Tian, my father has not come to see me for several days, I don't know if it is the cause of the war in the north, I heard Mr. Ning say that the demon army has repeatedly invaded Changning Pass, the northern army has not come out of the fortress, and the war report has been sent quickly, hoping that the imperial court can send troops to the north, and the children of the Huang family also ask to avenge their father, all of them are willing to die on the battlefield, and the most pitiful is the Li family, the Li family is a loyal martyr, the thirteen cities in the north have fallen, I heard that only the young lady of the Li family was protected by the servants overnight and escaped, and the father is sending someone to Changning Pass to pick her up to come to the court, and she will be my sister in the future。 "The little princess is full of worries.

The blind boy listened to the bell practicing the knife, and the little princess looked at him and just sighed.

The young man will only answer her questions, and will not take the initiative to speak, since he got Wu You's double knife, the little princess has been carefully protecting him, hiding the double knife in the secret passage of the rockery, and only taking the double knife when there are no outsiders.

He was very fond of the double knives, second only to the bells, and whenever he took them away, the little princess felt as if he would become very unhappy, although he was always calm.

"If the Northern Demon Army breaks through Changning Pass, it will be the destruction of our Great Xia Kingdom, you know, but you don't understand anything, can you protect me at that time." At that time, the princes would support their own troops and fight the world, provoking wars for the crown of their fathers. Thieves will take advantage of the fire to rob, rebel armies will harm people everywhere for money and food, and it is always the people who suffer, they are displaced, and their life and death are not up to them. Just thinking about the devastation of living beings makes me feel very desolate.

But if you let your father's Qilin army march north, Chaogecheng will fall under the control of the two tigers, and then your father will be a real puppet, if you let the general lead the Longying army to the north, the road is far away, and the expenditure of military food and military expenses will give him a bargaining chip to launch a mutiny, or the princes of other places will invite the army to go north, once the north is controlled, then you can be called one side, and then plot the world.

There are many heroes in the north, loyal and courageous, and now they can hold on to Changning Pass, and there are many people who die every day, and I don't know how long they can last.

This kind of problem is just because of the lack of generals who can be trusted. Mr. Ning is the sword hidden in the sleeve of his father, and he can't show his edge easily, Wu Weihou, who could have been trusted, died in the north, and even the loyal Li family no longer exists, and today, it seems that there are not many people who can trust the father. The book says that the way of the emperor is the way of loneliness, and I can feel the weight of loneliness now and to some extent.

In the past, I liked to read strange books and listen to strange talk from outside the sky, but now I only care about the strategy of the military books, because, because I think, this is the last generation of our Great Xia Kingdom, and we need heroes who can turn the tide. The two tigers and seven wolves in the city are fierce beasts that choose people to devour, hovering around their father's side, waiting for the opportunity to make a move. I can't do anything about the general, the Taishi, and the princes of the distant lands to deal with them, but, but the seven wolves, I must help my father and find a way to get rid of them! The old ghost said that if you get rid of the seven wolves first, you can use the two tigers. "The little princess is very worried, for days she is no longer the innocent and carefree royal lady she used to be, the more she knows, the more she understands, the more troubles she will have.

She was only ten years old, but she was already aware that her father, Emperor Daxia, was in a moment of crisis, and she was unwilling to imagine her Great Xia Kingdom as the "end of summer".

The young man is still wielding the knife, the double knife is impenetrable, the soul burial knife restrains the demon army, the Wushuang knife is a murderous knife, and there is the knife intent of the old ghost Wu You in the knife.

The little princess didn't know how much sword intent her Heavenly General had over the years, but she could see that the young man's sword skills had improved by leaps and bounds. It was the only hope she had for days that she felt she had grasped in the darkness of the future.

"Maybe you can use your knife to kill the seven wolves one by one, but they are so smart that they will definitely not come to our place together, and even if they come together, we can't deal with the seven of them alone. If one of them were called, and we were lucky enough to kill one or two people, the others would definitely be suspicious, and we would not be able to do anything about it, and maybe they would come and harm me. The little princess sighed and frowned, and the bell swayed.

The boy stopped practicing the knife, looked at the little princess with an expressionless face, the short black hair hanging down his shoulders was soaked with sweat, he looked at her quietly, not knowing whether he was happy or sad.

"People can be ruthless, don't they have no feelings for the Great Xia Kingdom, why, why do they persecute their father and emperor like this, don't they know that if this continues, the demon army in the north will break through the Changning Pass sooner or later, and when they grab the throne of the emperor, can they guarantee that they will not be taken off the crown by the demon army! If I were them, I would rather die under the sword of my own people, and I would never let the demon army in the north come to the city and kill my people in Great Xia!" The little princess's eyes were sour, she was sad in the past to have her father to rely on, she had never seen her mother, and her father had not even left a portrait of her. Her father is an infatuated man, and he only loves the queen in his life. Every time she thought of her father walking through the corridor in the palace alone, and didn't want the palace maids and eunuchs to accompany her, she felt pitiful.

Her father was the Ninety-Five Emperor of the Great Xia Kingdom, but he became a canary in a cage.

"The emperor who walks on thin ice, the dynasty that is stormy, you say, General Tian, what should I do to protect my father. The little princess couldn't help crying anymore, the more her little hand wiped her tears, the more the tears couldn't stop flowing out, the bell at her wrist kept ringing, and the young man put the knife into the sheath, hesitantly approaching step by step.

The hand covered with scars slowly stretched out, and then stopped hesitantly in mid-air, his memory was confused, his feelings were confused, and his calm face finally had a trace of empathetic pain, since the time she got along with her, she always ate and drank with him, what she wanted to teach him was not knife skills, nor murderous methods, nor how to obey the master's orders, but the feelings that a normal person should have, emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. His short black hair had grown long, and she had promised that when his hair grew long, she would tie it herself.

"Ayu. The young man spoke slowly, and some emotion touched his cold heartstrings, "Ayu." He just whispered her name and listened to the bell ringing as she cried.

The little princess raised her head, her eyes rubbed with tears, she hugged the boy, and fell on his not strong chest and cried bitterly.

The boy stood motionless, his godless eyes looking out the window at the screaming jackdaw, his hand on the hilt of the sword.