In the winter of that year, the temple of the priests was no longer as deserted as it had been in previous years.

The fresh hot food brought by the general dispelled the loneliness of the lonely heights.

At first, the priest tried his best to stop him, and even because he was worried about it, he couldn't sleep well, and his hair was about to fall out, but the general still visited the priest's temple every once in a while.

Until one time, the priest of the temple received him in the middle of the snowy winter.

I don't know what the priest of the temple told him, but the priest of the black tree has never stopped the general since.

He only said, "It's because I don't practice enough, and the priest is right, I still need to devote myself to cultivation."

Ember: "?"

He raised an eyebrow and watched the black priest say goodbye to him, and then calmly stepped into the side hall of the priest's temple.

Since then, no one in the temple has dared to stop the general.

The atmosphere of deep winter is getting stronger, and the wind is blowing, carrying the snow in the sky, whistling.

When Ember stepped into the courtyard of the side hall, he happened to see the priest of the temple standing on the steps under the eaves, looking up at the morning snow.

"Why did you suddenly remember to come to see the snow?"

The temple priest shook his head, "This snow has been longer than last year."

The long heavy snowfall, which stretched across the capital and into the distant borders of the lost country, portented something, the priests of the temple did not say.

"yes, it's snowing on the frontier too."

Ember answered her lazily.

Even after returning to the national capital, the affairs of the northwest frontier were still in the hands of the general, and the army he brought back was only the army he had taken from the national capital.

"Do you like snow, Lord Priest."

The priest of the temple stared at him silently, not answering, but the Grand General had already learned the answer from her calmly lowered brow.

The merciful and indifferent priest of the temple, high up, but unable to even have his own preferences.

- "I guess you like it."

The general's gaze locked on her face, and after he had said this, he kept observing the micro-expressions on the priest's face.

Her eyebrows loosened slightly, but they were fleeting.

Seeing this, the corners of the general's lips curled: "The snow in the national capital is too small, I will definitely take you to see the snow on the frontier if I have the chance, the ground is vast, and it is covered in silver."

The temple priest whispered, "That's what you say."

The general raised his eyebrows: "You can imagine the snow scene through my description, what about the sea, have you seen it?"

"Sea?"

The temple priest muttered the word softly, a clear look of doubt in his brow.

She had never seen the sea, only the babbling streams, but they were too small compared to the vastness of the sea.

"Even if you can imagine it, you can't imagine the touch."

The general seduced her step by step, trying to arouse her curiosity about the world, "Lord Priest, you should go and see the splendid mountains and rivers outside, feel it, and touch it."

The temple priest's ethereal, calm gaze fell on him.

Those eyes were obviously so close to him, but the general felt that there was no figure of himself in her eyes, so ethereal and illusory, as if all this was just his illusion.

- He didn't want to see such a look.

"What would you like to eat next time?"

Ember diverted the subject. z.br>

"General." The temple priest's voice was faint, "Why are you wasting your time on me, you don't belong here."

The temple of the priests, she is the only one trapped.

The people in front of him belong to the vast grassland, where even the wind is so hot, unlike the priest's temple, only the endless cold and lonely.

Ember's eyes froze, "You think I'm wasting my time?"

The priest of the temple watched him silently, without saying a word.

"I don't think so, it's my choice."

Ember stared at her, word for word

Clarity confided.

The temple priest sighed, "Perhaps, it wasn't me who saved you back then."

The words fell, and she turned in silence.

The general suddenly stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, looking at her indifferent face, there was no extra emotion in his eyes, and he sneered: "So, the temple priest, do you regret it?"

Without waiting for the temple priest to answer him, the general spoke in a slightly fierce tone: "It's useless for you to regret it, I bumped into you in the first place, and you can't do it if you don't save it!"

His chest heaved and his heart was depressed, and it was difficult to contain the frank words of the temple priest.

「......」

"Fate is for you, intricate, innumerable." The temple priest spoke slowly after a moment of silence, "But for me, there is only one straight one."

A river of fate that has long been predestined and cannot be changed.

"So what."

Ember's grip on her wrist gradually relaxed.

"This means that no matter how much you try to change me, it won't help."

Leaving these words, the priest of the temple stepped into the dormitory of the side hall and closed the door with indifferent eyebrows.

Outside the door, Ember's fists clenched subconsciously.

......

As spring approaches, the priests of the temple need to arrive at the altar for the sacrificial ceremony, and the princes and ministers must be present.

For this reason, Si Yan directly approached the king, saying that he was worried about the king's safety and was responsible for the escort of the sacrificial ceremony.

- The king's sons are fighting for power more and more fiercely, and they are becoming more and more undisguised, and the king cannot suppress them at all, and sometimes he is threatened by several sons in turn.

Of course, the king was overjoyed and moved by Si Yan's proposal: "The general is indeed an important minister of the country, and the widow is not wrong!"

Ember tugged at the corners of his mouth disdainfully, and immediately after leaving the palace, he ordered his men and horses to be stationed near the altar.

After that, he came to the largest restaurant in the national capital.

This restaurant is Xi Yan's most secret industry, and it is also the center of his intelligence collection, Si Yan walked directly to the door of a side room, pushed the door open and walked in.

He would have offered to be in charge of guarding the altar, naturally not on a whim.

Xi Yan stood by the window and happened to take out the secret letter tied to a carrier pigeon when Si Yan came in.

After releasing the pigeon, he beckoned to Ember, "Come on, see what my brainless brothers want to do."

Lacking interest, Ember stepped aside and sat down.

Xi Yan got used to it, and directly opened the secret letter and looked at it.

After a long time, he frowned and uttered an exclamation: "...... It's really brainless."

"What."

"The fifth, the mountain and water that were forced by the third and sixth children are exhausted, and they want to do it at the sacrificial ceremony."

"......" Ember was silent for a moment, a glimmer of glint in his eyes, "He's looking for death."

Xi Yan agreed: "It's really looking for death, and he doesn't want to think about the place where the altar is so heavy, plus the princes and ministers are all ...... What's the difference between that and killing yourself?"

"What does it matter to me whether they live or die?"

Ember's tone was impatient.