On the first day of December, a light snow fluttered towards the imperial capital, putting on an elegant white veil for this ancient capital that has stood for thousands of years.

Wrapped in silver light, it is extraordinarily enchanting.

Facing the morning light, accompanied by snowflakes, the five princes came to the tower of the east gate of the imperial capital.

Chen Yiwen was standing on the city tower, looking out of the city silently. The five princes came to Chen Yiwen's side, and their eyes also looked outside the city, only to see an army of more than 1,000 people slowly marching into the distance with the banner of "Pingxi".

Chen Yiwen, who had been silent for a long time, breathed a sigh of relief, as if she was talking to the fifth prince, and as if she was whispering softly to herself. "Murong Ye is really not small, he dares to leave the imperial capital blatantly......"

The fifth prince looked at the team that was gradually moving away, did not look back, and said softly: "This morning, my father ordered the deputy commander of the king to lead a garrison of 2,000 people to send a hundred miles. ”

"Garrison send-off?"

Chen Yiwen was startled, retracted her gaze and lowered her head to look at the city gate, and sure enough, she saw the deputy commander of the garrison leading an army to leave the imperial capital quickly, following behind the ranks of the Pingxi Legion.

"From this point of view, Murong Ye is really in the team. ”

Chen Yiwen narrowed her eyes thoughtfully. The fifth prince shook his head helplessly.

"King Qingyang can let Murong Ye leave with such fanfare, so he is naturally fully prepared. Not to mention the preparation in secret, even the guards on the surface are not so easy to deal with. Among them, the 100 guards are the elite of the elites specially transferred by King Qingyang for Murong Ye from all over the place, and they are all masters of cultivation. The other 1,000 people are also the elite division of the Pingxi Legion, experienced in a hundred battles. Moreover, Murong Xuanran's wife Bai Yinyun also accompanied him with forty female guards, although these guards were not well-known, their strength was definitely good. ”

The fifth prince looked at Chen Yiwen and said very seriously: "Murong Ye's trip this time, whether it is well prepared or the trap set by King Qingyang, is definitely not a good time to make a rash move. ”

Chen Yiwen smiled, winked at the fifth prince, and teased: "What, cousin thinks Wen'er is such a sloppy person?"

The fifth prince was stunned for a moment, and wondered: "Then you are here?"

"See you off!"

After Chen Yiwen finished speaking to the five princes with a smile, she turned around and went directly down the city tower, only a string of silver bell-like laughter remained in the wind and snow, and also remained in the hearts of the five princes.

The fifth prince looked at the banner of the Pingxi Legion, which was slowly unable to see clearly, and muttered, "Send off, who are you sending?"

Chen Yiwen walked to the city tower, slowly withdrew her smile, and looked up at the five princes who were lonely looking into the distance on the city tower and sighed meaninglessly.

Chen Yiwen retracted her gaze, took a deep look at the direction of Murong Ye's team again, and then turned around and left without hesitation.

There are some things she has to do!

There are some things she can't stop!

She can only do what she can, that's all!

......

The Imperial Palace, inside a palace in the harem.

The mother of the thirteenth princess Dongfang Mingyue, the exotic lady walked into the hall and saw Dongfang Mingyue practicing calligraphy, she didn't bother but sat down at the desk. But from the way she looked up at Dongfang Mingyue from time to time, it could still be seen that she was preoccupied.

As mentioned earlier, Dongfang Mingyue's mother is not a person of the empire, and she is full of exotic style. Her title is not a surname but a frost concubine, because she is from the northland surrounded by wind and snow all year round, and there is a frost character in her name.

After a long while, Dongfang Mingyue finally filled a piece of paper, and then stopped writing without hurry. She put the pen on the pen holder, stacked the written paper together, and then wiped her hands with a wet towel while looking at her mother, Concubine Shuang, and opened her mouth lightly.

"What is the reason why Mother is here this time?"

Concubine Shuang waved her hand and retreated, waiting until there were only two people in the hall before she and Dongfang Mingyue spoke, looking very cautious.

"Mingyue, just now, the news came to report that the purpose of Murong Ye's departure from the imperial capital was found. King Qingyang actually wanted to send Murong Ye to Si Jian Peak to worship Si Yijian as a teacher. ”

Dongfang Mingyue's expression didn't change much when she heard this, and it seemed that she wasn't surprised by this result at all. She gently straightened her clothes and opened her mouth in an orderly manner.

"This result is not difficult to guess, King Qingyang has been trying to find a way to increase Murong Ye's security, and Martial Saint is a good card. Among the several martial saint powerhouses in the Dongzhou Continent, the only one that the Murong family can get along with is Si Jianfeng and Si Yijian. ”

Dongfang Mingyue, who is less than five years old, her words, demeanor and even every move all reveal the calmness and wisdom that should not be at this age.

I don't know if it's fate or coincidence, Dongfang Mingyue and Murong Ye, who are less than five years old, are so extraordinary.

Concubine Shuang frowned, and said anxiously: "If Murong Ye really worships Si Yijian as a teacher, your father must be more interested in him, then won't you really be able to hide from your marriage with him?"

Dongfang Mingyue still had that plain expression, unmoved.

"It doesn't matter. Ten years of sharpening a sword, even if the Murong family really moved Si Yijian to accept Murong Ye as an apprentice, Murong Ye would have to study art in Si Jianfeng for nearly ten years before he could become a teacher. By the time he returned to the imperial capital, everything was over, and the marriage contract was naturally impossible. Moreover, the possibility of him being an apprentice is extremely low. ”

Concubine Shuang was stunned for a moment, and said in surprise: "With the relationship between Si Yijian and the Murong family, he should be embarrassed to refuse?"

Judging from the way Frost Guifei and Dongfang Mingyue talked, the identities of the two seemed to be reversed.

Dongfang Mingyue is obviously less than five years old, but in front of her mother, Concubine Shuang, she looks like a far-sighted elder. And the frost concubine came to ask the children for advice from their parents.

The contrast is huge!

But Concubine Shuang and Dongfang Mingyue looked completely accustomed to it, thinking that this kind of thing had happened many times.

Dongfang Mingyue chuckled lightly and said: "After all, Murong Ye went to apprentice with the purpose of taking advantage of the situation, and the Murong family has been practicing guns for generations, and Si Yijian is pedantic and stubborn, and he values whether the disciple has the heart of the sword, and this matter is related to the military envoy of the Tibetan Soldier Pavilion, and those previous years can't stop Si Yijian from staying out of the matter." Murong Ye's trip was destined to be fruitless. ”

"But what if ......"

Concubine Shuang was still not at ease, and seemed a little restless.

Dongfang Mingyue smiled helplessly and comforted: "Mother rest assured." Even if Murong Ye really succeeded in apprenticeship and could return to the imperial capital in just a few years, this was not necessarily a bad thing. ”

Dongfang Mingyue paused, looked at Concubine Shuang and said meaningfully: "He really came back early, and the marriage contract with him is a rare opportunity!"

Concubine Shuang was shocked when she heard this, and looked at Dongfang Mingyue in disbelief.

Dongfang Mingyue didn't say anything, but looked up to the northeast and muttered, "...... the hell you"

To the northeast of the imperial capital is the direction of Qingyang City.

A gentle breeze gently pushed open the hidden window, sending a few white snowflakes into a whole new world.

The snowflakes swirled, cheered, and fluttered, but they could only gradually move towards the end of life under the warm attack of the stove!

All Snowflakes can do is enjoy this short life!

A few snowflakes melted one after another, and they were defeated in the warmth of the stove.

Unexpectedly, under the pain of melting the body, the last snowflake actually flew over a long distance and flew above the desk at the moment of the end of life.

The snowflakes at the end of life turned into water and ushered in a new life!

However, this water is no longer the snowflakes that fly freely.

Unable to bear the weight of life, it resigned itself to the stack of papers on the table.

The paper is the calligraphy that Dongfang Mingyue just wrote, and the word "quiet" is clearly visible.

It dripped onto the paper, blurring the word "quiet" and making the words on the paper below looming!

That is, the word "forbearance".

......

The entire lineup that followed Murong Ye to Qingyang City on this trip were: Bai Yinyun, Xiao Yue, Xiao Ya, Bai Yinyun's two personal maids, Bai Yinyun's forty personal female guards, Wang Teng and other personal guards, and one thousand soldiers of the Pingxi Legion.

There were more than ten carriages in the team, Murong Ye sat in the first one, Bai Yinyun sat in the second, Xiao Yue, Xiaoya and Bai Yinyun's two personal maids sat in the third, and the remaining more than ten were trucks pulling goods. As for how many carriages were pulling the marching supplies, Murong Ye didn't care.

Murong Ye sat in the carriage, looking at the snowflakes fluttering in the air outside the window, his mood was very heavy, heavier than the weight-bearing suit on his body.

His heaviness comes from the helplessness of leaving his hometown, from the powerlessness of not being able to take revenge, and from the reluctance of everyone in Murong Mansion, including his grandfather.

Murong Ye's mood was far heavier than the time he carried his luggage to report to the university in his previous life. Even if he broke through to the middle stage of the first level this morning, his strength increased a lot, but it didn't let his heaviness resolve in the slightest.

In order to make a breakthrough in cultivation, Murong Ye naturally also tried the cultivation of the second layer of the scaling skill and the pseudo-breath technique, but unfortunately it still did not succeed.

Murong Ye, who was in a heavy mood, turned his heaviness into strength and devoted himself to his daily cultivation.

Naturally, he couldn't practice thunder marksmanship and archery in a carriage, so he spent all his time on cultivating the Eight or Nine Xuangong, either running the True Qi according to the route of the exercises, or doing the strange movements in the exercises to stimulate the body. Even in between his cultivation, he also sat and practiced his fist swings to adapt to the weight-bearing suit he wore close to his body.

What's more, when Murong Ye's whole body strength is exhausted, he will also read e-books for a while. Of course, what he was reading was not a novel, but a book from the Dongzhou Continent that was included in the imperial capital by the auxiliary system.

It can be said that cultivation and learning are not wrong!

Speaking of Murong Ye's cultivation strength alone, it was not worse than the original at all, and even stronger. After all, it was really boring for him to sit in the carriage himself.

Along the way, the officials and nobles and gentry of every city they passed by would hand over their prayers to meet Murong Ye. However, every time he was blocked back by Wang Teng, the reason was also very good.

After all, the two people in charge of the team, one is a five-year-old child and the other is a person from the inner courtyard, and it is really not suitable to meet guests.

Murong Ye was immersed in cultivation, and he really didn't have the mind to pay attention to these people's exchanges. He's always been like this, just like he didn't see a guest for two consecutive nights in Beiyue Mountain.

The officials and aristocratic gentry who passed by the city made an appointment to meet Murong at night, and they gave rich gifts one after another.

In this case, it may not be appropriate not to accept gifts.

So Murong Ye could only take a compromise solution, he instructed Wang Teng to accept all the gifts, and then gave each family a return gift of similar value.

Gifts can be received, and gifts must be given in return!

In this way, after more than half a month of Murong Ye's silent and boring cultivation, the team finally arrived in Qingyang City without any problems.

Qingyang City is located in the center of the northeast of the entire empire, and the climate is cold.

Qingyang City, along with the surrounding eleven small cities and hundreds of townships, were all fiefdoms of the Murong family, and taxes, minerals, and even everything belonged to the Murong family.

Even the appointment and dismissal of civil and military officials in these cities is the decision of the Murong family itself. As long as the appointment and dismissal are reported to the imperial capital.

Qingyang City can be said to be the private kingdom of the Murong family. And the king of this small private kingdom is naturally Murong Yun, who was named the king of Qingyang.

Murong Yun was summoned to the imperial capital by the emperor a few years ago, and at present, everything in Qingyang City is in charge of Murong Yun's third sister-in-law, that is, Murong Ye's third grandmother.

Murong Yesan's grandmother is the eldest in the Murong family's lineage, and her husband is the previous king of Qingyang. After her husband died on the battlefield, Murong Yun inherited the throne of King Qingyang.

Therefore, not only did all the branches of the Murong family dare not disobey the orders of Murong Yesan's grandmother, but even Murong Yun was respectful in front of him.

The people of the Murong family called Murong Yesan's grandmother Mrs. Tai, after all, King Qingyang was no longer her husband, and it was no longer appropriate to call her princess.

Entering the palace in Qingyang City, the first thing Murong Ye did was to go with his mother Bai Yinyun to meet Mrs. Tai.