The snow is vast, and the grassland of Ulan Butong is boundless.

"From here to the south, walk for a few more days, cross the Yan Mountain, and you will arrive at Jingshi."

The white clothes are like snow, and in this heavy snow, they are like sculptures.

"In Shengjing, you have been following us, who are you, but I still have to thank you, it seems that with you by our side, no one will disturb us."

After all, Zhuoma Yangjin is older, and he knows more or less about the human accidents in the rivers and lakes.

The sound of the piano sounded, and people were so enchanted that they even forgot the pain.

It's still that string.

"Song Yu'er, I'm Chu Liufeng's friend."

The sound is pleasant, even magical.

"But my brother is dead, woo woo woo ......"

Nan Kongyun couldn't help crying, and Zhuoma Yangjin also burst into tears.

"He's been far away, he's tired, and he'll come back in a few years when he's rested."

Song Yu'er is gone.

Zhuoma Yangjin and Nan Kongyun knew that this was just Song Yu'er's words of comfort.

The wind and snow were getting heavier again, and he couldn't see where Song Yu'er had gone, Nan Kongyun was still standing in the snow and watching, he was looking at the northeast side.

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Capital.

The weather has warmed up a lot, and looking at the people walking on the street, returning from wandering in a foreign land, I feel much more kind.

In Yongning Mansion, there was even a trace of emptiness, the princess was out of Beijing, she had already heard the news of Chu Liufeng, whether she went to Jiangnan, or where, no one knew.

Zhuoma Yangjin was even more lonely, the second senior brother Xi Haisheng was there, she didn't want to go, for a few days, she stayed in the inn with Nankong Yun, and she didn't want to eat.

I couldn't sleep at night, I just slept a little sleepy, and I dreamed that Chu Liufeng rode thousands of miles to chase the wind south.

"Brother Flowing Wind!"

Zhuoma Yangjin was already crying, but he had to suppress himself, Yun'er was sleeping next door, he was still young, and he couldn't let him be sad anymore.

Thinking of this, Zhuoma Yang Jin held back his tears and wanted to get up from the bed, but he was weak, and tried to use his luck, and the internal force had disappeared without a trace.

Zhuoma Yangjin was so frightened that he was about to shout out loudly, when a puff of smoke filled the air, and the person lost consciousness all of a sudden.

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I don't know how long it took, but in a trance, the sound of the piano was melodious, very familiar, could it be Song Yuer?

Zhuoma Yangjin was secretly happy in his heart, and opened his eyes hard, but it was dark, and he only saw two faint rays of light through the wall or the door panel.

The voice came from that side.

Occasionally, there was a low cough, which filled the air with the aroma of wine.

Where is this?

Zhuoma Yangjin tried to exercise, but there was still no reaction, and suddenly remembered Yun'er, by the way, there was still Duo'er outside, and he couldn't help but feel sad.

"The holy dragon is healthy, or should be happy, the northeast border pass is guarded by Yuan Chonghuan's 100,000 Guan Ning iron cavalry, the old Khan King suffered a big loss in Ningyuan, and the Jin soldiers did not dare to go south for a while.

Li Zicheng in the northwest is Gao Yingxiang and his ilk, and the brigade of the imperial court is watching their every move, and the world can be peaceful for a few years. ”

One person is talking, neither male nor female, a little old.

"The major affairs of the world are shared by Father-in-law Wei for me, and I have the energy to listen to the sound of the piano of this music saint."

It was the Emperor of the Apocalypse, Zhu Youxiao, who was talking.

"This music saint is called Song Yu'er, and he hasn't been to Beijing for many years, but he still has a chance to listen to a song."

Wei Zhongxian was very good at talking, and Emperor Zhu Youxiao of the Apocalypse nodded with satisfaction, and couldn't help but look up at Song Yu'er.

"Sure enough, it's Song Yu'er, how did I get to the palace, what the hell is going on?"

Zhuoma Yangjin became impatient, and in the faint light, he suddenly found that he was already lying on a huge bed, and the four pillars of the bed still had the appearance of a dragon-shaped carving.

Zhuoma Yangjin was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, could this be the dragon bed of Zhu Youxiao, the Emperor of the Holy Apocalypse?

The sound of the piano sounded again, and Zhuoma Yangjin suddenly had a sense, and with the sound of Song Yuer's piano, he tried to guide the qi of the dantian to slowly go up, and after a while, there was a reaction.

The sound of the piano was a little heavier, and in an instant, Zhuoma Yangjin's internal strength had recovered two or three percent.

Does Song Yu'er know I'm here?

His (her) skill must still be above his father, and when he or she reaches such a realm, can't you hear that someone in it is stunned or points to the acupoints.

Zhuoma Yangjin was overjoyed, and while following Song Yu'er's piano sound to guide the internal force, he listened to the sound of talking outside.

"Actually, don't comfort me, I know my own body best, since the beginning of this year, my body is not as good as day by day, I will go to see my father and the old emperor of Wanli at any time, hey!"

Emperor Zhu Youxiao sighed.

"You are still young, I have been trying to get the imperial doctor to find a lot of prescriptions, if there is really that day, I will accompany the emperor to go."

Wei Zhongxian is already in tears.

At this time, Song Yuer's piano sound was sad and sad, which made people feel sad when they heard it.

"After I leave, Zhen'er will succeed to the throne, he won't use you, you should have planned early, don't look at that prince is your master, in his heart, you are just a pawn.

Fortunately, his heart is here, for more than ten years, there is a real relationship between them, and the prince has long forgotten that Zheng Niangniang took him into the palace back then. ”

Emperor Zhu Youxiao of the Apocalypse said in a low voice, still cautiously looking at Song Yu'er six or seven zhang away.

Beyond Zhuoma Yangjin, Song Yu'er could hear her chaotic breathing, not to mention their words, even Zhuoma Yangjin inside.

"The old minister will always remember the emperor's kindness and follow him to death."

Wei Zhongxian was already lying on the ground and kowtowed a few times in a row.

"Three watches in the middle of the night, the emperor doesn't go to the dragon bed to have fun, listen to unknown tunes here, hehe!"

At this time, a thin man with only bones left, holding a colorful dress, stood in the Kunning Palace, sneering while looking at Zhuoma Yangjin.

"I heard that someone sent a beautiful girl to the emperor, who is the second lady of Yang Kunlun, the master of the Shenyi Sect. Ha ha! You two brothers have the same interests, Zhu Youzhen, the king of letters, wants to sleep with Miss Yang Kunlun in Jiangnan, do you want to kiss Yang Kunlun? ”

As the colorful man spoke, he had already split the door of the inner room of the Kunning Palace.

On the red sandalwood dragon bed, the quilt is messy, how can there be a person on it.

The colorful man's face suddenly changed.

Looking back at Song Yu'er, her face was as white as snow.

"Why are you here?"

Is the colorful man saying this to Song Yu'er?

"Others are here to play the piano for the emperor, what the hell are you old wizard doing here?"

Someone is talking about it again, but it's not Song Yuer.

The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, except for the person in the Erqin Grassland, there is no such fast sword technique today.

"Who are you Zhang Tianshi?"

The old wizard Sa Duyi's sleeve was cut off, and he also made a few palms, and the people also retreated to the outside of Kunning Palace, and they were still watching Song Yu'er playing the piano.

Although the swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world, he is even more afraid of Song Yu'er who is dressed in white like snow, and Sa Duyi is one of the only few people in the world who knows Song Yu'er's details.

"If Senior Brother comes, your god-catching methods will be useless anymore, get out of here."

The person who made the sword turned out to be the junior brother of Zhang Tianshi of the Heavenly Master Mansion of Jiangnan Longhu Mountain, and of course he was also the junior brother of Nanhai Zhenren and Yeluhe.

"Commander Jiang, come and see Grandpa Wei!"

Emperor Zhu Youxiao of the Apocalypse smiled and whispered.

It's like acting in a big show, he looks comfortable, and there is no Sa Duyi on the dragon bed, as Sa Duyi said, of course he is even more happy.

"Jiang Chaodong has seen the nine-thousand-year-old Gonggong Wei!"

The new commander of the Jinyi Guard, Jiang Chaodong, is of course far above his predecessor.

Zhuoma Yangjin shrank under the dragon bed, holding his breath, until a few people left, and the Emperor of the Apocalypse, Zhu Youxiao, with the support of the palace maid, got on the dragon bed, and then relaxed.