Nanling is located in the south-central plains, and only in some areas near the north does snow fall in a few winter days. But now the middle-aged Nanling Emperor, who has not seen snow, is actually snowing heavily.

In the dripping wind and snow, Ling Xiaofeng was the leader, the Nanling officials stood behind them, the soldiers in full armor stood at the city gate, and a thick layer of snow had already fallen on everyone's shoulders and heads, but no one moved.

The crown princess's luan drive has long removed the golden veil and hung up layers of white veil.

The white yarn flew under the agitation of the wind and snow, and it was easy to see the snow-white coffin that Luan was driving.

It is a coffin made of ice crystals and snow-white and transparent.

Ji Wu was lying in it, and her stunning face could still be faintly seen in the translucent coffin.

Seeing this scene, the accompanying Red Slave glanced back at Ji Wu, who seemed to be in a deep sleep, and her pale face was full of sadness.

"Green slave, didn't you say that you would fight for the Holy Maiden to go back to Syracuse? Why hasn't there been any news yet? How could a saint be willing to be buried in the Nanling Emperor's Mausoleum! Green Slave ....... Where the hell are you and what should I do? ”

Ji Wu's death made the red slave feel like he had lost his master's backbone, and the green slave's delay in returning made the red slave even more frightened. She has always had no opinions, and when the saint is there, she listens to the saint's demolition, and when the saint is not there, she respects the green slave.

The green slave has always been smarter and calmer than her, so the red slave agreed to the green slave's choice to take the initiative to go north. But now it has long passed the return date given to her before the green slave set off, even if the red slave is unwilling in his heart, he also knows that the green slave must be gone.

"Chinu, you have to remember. If I don't come back at the appointed time, I'm sure I'm gone. As long as the appointed time has passed, you just have to do what the Holy Maiden tells you to do. What I asked for was the mercy of the city lord when I went north this time. If I can't, I'd rather die in Syracuse. You only need to do the things that the saint explained, and you can go back to Beibing and live your own life as the saint said. ”

A day of your own?

Chinu's dry eyes had long been unable to cry tears, but she still had hot eyes.

What she was holding in her palm was the city slave ice recipe that the saint had stuffed into her before leaving, and her original name was engraved on it: "Ji Hongxia." ”

The City Slave Ice Recipe is an object that can control the life of the City Slave, and if it is broken, the life will be gone.

Before the saint closed her eyes, she gave them the ice recipe of the green slave and the red slave, which was equivalent to letting them regain their freedom and control their own lives.

Moreover, the saint had already given them a lot of finances, enough to support the two of them without worrying about food and clothing, and even living a prosperous life.

The Holy Maiden had thought of everything for them.

Why...... I just don't think about it for myself.

The red slave looked at the crowd that was getting closer and closer in front of him, and looked at the current Nanling Prince Ling Xiaofeng standing at the front of the crowd, and clenched his fist fiercely.

Your Highness the Holy Maiden, the Red Slave will definitely do the things you have explained!

The red slave walked in front of Ling Xiaofeng with Luan, knelt in the thick snow with a puff, and then kowtowed to the ground: "Your Royal Highness the Prince, please be sure to avenge Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess!" It's the Nanming royal family, Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess who poisoned it! ”

Ling Xiaofeng's face was pale, because of the blessing of the crown prince, he was somewhat contaminated with the aura of a superior, making his facial features similar to Ling Xiaotian less ruthless and a little more noble, and he also looked handsome.

At this time, Ling Xiaofeng's eyes were red, and he didn't care to look at the red slave kneeling on the ground. I don't know if it was because his legs were stiff after standing in the wind and snow for too long, or because he couldn't accept that his beloved was lying in the coffin and couldn't open his eyes anymore, Ling Xiaofeng stumbled and almost fell.

Fortunately, the waiter on the side quickly held him up, and he was able to walk smoothly in front of Luan.

Reaching out to touch the ice coffin, the coldness of his hand could not even exceed the coldness in his heart.

"Ji Wu....... Ji Dance ...... How can it be true? You didn't say that you just went to the Nanming royal night banquet, you didn't mean that you just went to see Nanming on my behalf, how could this be! ”

No matter what Ling Xiaofeng is, his infatuation with Ji Wu is definitely not half adulterated.

In the world of Ling Xiaofeng, Ji Wu, who is like a goddess descending to earth, is the wish that Ling Xiaotian wants to get the most in this life. But even if Ling Xiaofeng maintained his noble status, only he could be worthy of Ji Wu, and Ji Wu never looked at him more.

But the goddess in his heart should be like this. Pride and beauty, no one in the world can compare to it. Ling Xiaofeng felt that even if Ji Wu was cold to him, he was still willing to do anything for the other party. Even if it is to pay for his life, he is willing.

Just thinking about it, thinking about it, Ling Xiaofeng even thought that his body was crippled and he was no longer qualified to match the goddess in his heart after breaking his arm, and suddenly the sky was overjoyed, and his father actually told him that Syracuse had agreed to marry.

Ling Xiaofeng couldn't forget how ecstatic he was when he heard the news that he could marry Ji Wu, and he even felt that he was the happiest person in the world, and this life was enough. Even the news that his father had passed over his eldest brother and passed on the crown prince to him did not make him happy with the news of this marriage.

Of course, on the day of marriage, the whole country celebrated, Ling Xiaofeng really had the goddess in his mind, and he couldn't forget that wonderful happiness.

But why is happiness so short-lived?

He even thought about how to learn the best way, strive to become an excellent king, and make his crown princess the happiest queen in the world. He even thought about giving birth to the next generation with his crown princess, nurturing it well, and raising the child to be as great as his eldest brother. He even thought that even if his crown princess didn't smile, he would make her laugh one day.......

It's just that these thoughts, the moment he learned the news of Ji Wu's death, all burst like bubbles.

All the futures he fantasized about her could not be realized!

Ling Xiaofeng stumbled onto Luan's driver, pushed the ice coffin away, and reached out to touch Ji Wu's delicate but bloodless cheek with red eyes.

The cold touch finally made Ling Xiaofeng mourn in his heart, and he held the ice coffin and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"I swear to Nanming never to the death! Nan Ling vows to never die with Nan Ming! ”

This sentence of sorrow resounded through the wind and snow, with fiery hatred, sprinkled on the hearts of every Nanling person who stood to greet the crown princess Luan.

"Never die with Nanming! Never die! ”

Everyone around saw the prince so grief-stricken and in pain, and the grief and anger in those hearts were ignited, and it seemed that only bright red blood could extinguish it.

The officer followed with red eyes, and the soldier plunged his spear deep into the ground.

This grudge between Nan Ming and Nan Ling can only be filled with flesh and blood!