The man with the sword had already stepped away in the snow.

In the gray snow, a snow-covered carriage came down from the two of them.

Chen Mingqiu fell in the snowstorm, which was the last scene Zhao Hanyan saw.

Zhao Hanyan grabbed one of his hands and wanted to help him up, but he really couldn't hold him, so he had to wait for his father who came slowly behind him. The man in the purple robe had no choice but to carry the young man, but he didn't know that the young man who had fallen into a coma behind him grabbed the girl's hand and didn't let go.

Zhao Hanyan felt that his hand was so cold, so he hurriedly covered his other hand and followed his father closely.

Snow-capped, a car slows down in the middle of nowhere.

"Lord Wang, that's a master." The man in the carriage said inside.

The man inside nodded, but he only glanced at the fainted young man who was still holding his daughter's hand tightly, and he said unpleasantly: "If he is a thin man, he should be allowed to lie in the snow." ”

"Father, don't say that, he may have taken me as his mother. Just like me, I like to hold the hand of the queen mother! The girl said, looking at his pale appearance, and said, "Father, his hands are cold, shouldn't he have a cold, let's find a doctor to show him later?" ”

"Humph! Such a frivolous person should have died sooner! ”

"Father!"

"Okay, okay, let's find a doctor for him later, just take a look, my father said to play!" The man saw that his baby daughter was about to pull out his beard and hurriedly agreed, which showed that his eyes were full of love.

"Dare to ask the prince how sure he is of this trip?" The man outside asked cautiously.

"You don't have to remind this king, since this king has come to Canglou, he is 100% sure."

"Dare to ask—"

The man in the carriage said angrily: "An Zailie! When is this king no longer in your eyes? ”

"The minister is afraid, please forgive the prince!"

"Do you know that the people of Canglou have coveted our Muliang Loulan for a long time......

"Loulan is the only place in our Muliang that has four seasons at room temperature! How are you, my lord?! ”

Hearing the word Loulan, the girl suddenly became afraid.

Hundreds of years ago, Loulan was the ancient capital of Muliang, but the southern Canglou became stronger and stronger, and began to encroach on the land of Muliang, forcing Muliang to move the capital to the north. In the history of Muliang, Loulan became the land of Canglou several times, but finally returned to Muliang, but now his father seems to be planning to give Loulan to Canglou.

"Father-you can't give Loulan to Canglou!" The girl shouted in protest, the lilac crystal pendant on her forehead swaying and unstoppable.

"Shut up!" King Muliang said that he didn't have the same love as before, and he said coldly: "There is no need to mention this matter!" Otherwise, I'll throw him into the field and feed the wolves!" ”

King Muliang didn't care how the eldest princess of Muliang pouted, he turned his head sideways and looked to the side, and the direction through the carriage was the direction of Muliang.

Muliang is in civil strife, and even his wife, Yan'er's mother, can't protect it, let alone protect Loulan, let alone protect Muliang? If he didn't sacrifice Loulan to Canglou, how could he borrow troops to quell the rebellion? King Muliang knew that what he said was only one-tenth of what he said, and if the emperor of Canglou was a little more shrewd, he would definitely not agree to him, and he would definitely drive his troops north to take Muliang directly...... He is already a grasshopper after autumn, but he is fighting to the death.

King Muliang clenched his fists, but he reluctantly let go.

He looked at the wronged Yan'er, and reached out to cover the back of his daughter's hand, and the daughter's hands were covered by the young man's hand.

The boy was not awake.

The girl wanted to cry but had no tears.

King Muliang pinched the back of her hand distressedly, her tears must have been dried up crying for the queen mother, right?

The goose-feathered snow is better than the catkins.

Zhao Xun, the king of Muliang, still remembers that when he was young, he first arrived in Canglou, and the Jiangzhou of Canglou was full of willows. The light and white catkins fell on his bun, and he gently plucked them, until he felt soft, and there was no trace of snow cold. He opened his arms and excitedly fluttered at the falling catkins, like a crazy idiot in the eyes of the people of Jiangzhou.

The roof of the carriage was covered with a thick layer of snow, high above the snowfield.

A woman stood in the snow and wind, blocking the way of the carriage, which was lined with white rice fields.

King Muliang lifted half of the curtain slightly, and looked at the woman who was only fifteen or sixteen years old in the middle of the road.

The rider shouted, "Don't get in the way!" Get out of the way! ”

The woman's body was unmoved, her long hair fluttering in the cold wind, and she said, "I'm looking for a young man." ”

The man riding the horse turned his head to face King Muliang, and when he saw King Muliang shaking his head slightly, he turned around and shouted at the woman who was in the way: "I have never seen any young man!" ”

"Haven't you seen it?" The woman asked softly, and without waiting for him to respond, she raised a hand, and suddenly, the carriage was surrounded by a dense crowd of people, all of whom were riding on iron horses, and each of them held a silver spear that shimmered with cold light.

Countless long swords stood in the wind and snow, standing everywhere around the carriage.

The woman asked again, "Have you seen it?" ”

The man riding the horse quickly pulled out a scimitar from the scabbard in his bosom, which was not inferior to the cold light of the silver sword, stepped on the horse's head, and in an instant he was behind the woman.

The scimitar reaches the front of the neck, and only one cut is owed.

But when the man was about to wipe him with a knife, he realized that his right arm was no longer moving.

The woman grabbed his right arm and struggled to bend it, and the man's hand quickly turned purple when he saw it, and the scimitar in his hand pointed straight at the sky.

The scimitar fell to the ground, and the snow was silent.

The snow struck, and the woman stood still.

"But this person?" King Muliang lifted the entire curtain of the car, so that the woman could clearly see the appearance of the young man.

The woman nodded slightly, but saw that the young man there was holding the girl's hand tightly.

The young man did not wake up, and the girl fell asleep on his shoulder.

King Muliang smiled bitterly on the side, looking at the smoke and muttering: "Queen Mother, Queen Mother, Queen Mother, ......" The hand held with the strange man became tighter and tighter.

……

King Muliang walked out of the courtyard with a hundred-year-old maple tree, and reluctantly turned around to look at the courtyard gate that was closed by himself, the wind and snow slowly fell on the eaves of the courtyard gate, and the eaves were lined with glittering icicles.

There was also some snow on his purple robe, which was tied to his bun.

The man with a scabbard tied around his waist was waiting for him with the long rope of the carriage.

After a long time, King Muliang turned around and got into the carriage.

"Lord Wang, are you really relieved that the princess is staying here?"

When King Muliang heard this, he stopped outside the curtain of the car, and he looked back before saying, "We don't know life and death once we go, she is here, I am at ease." So saying, he went into the curtain.

"An Zaiyeol, are you afraid of death?"

"Mu Liang Nan'er is definitely not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death!"

King Muliang was silent for a moment before continuing, "Let's go. ”

"Yes!"

The carriage was caught in the snowstorm and soon turned white.

King Muliang looked at the courtyard in that corner through the curtains that were obliquely blown up by the strong wind and snow, and looked at the tall maple tree, and couldn't help but sigh that he should be able to live a long life in the courtyard, right?

The maple trees stood in the wind and snow, only slightly shaken off a few snow balls.

Chen Dongmei stood in front of the window, looked up at the snow falling, and lowered her head to look at the book "Nancheng", she softly recited the opening poem: "Even the stacks of snow are flying without a trace, and three points of smoke and clouds are in the world." The southern city has fallen a thousand sorrows and snow, how can the canglou be the place where the sky is inherited? ”

After reading it, she repeated it again in a heavy tone: "Is Canglou a place that inherits the sky?" ”