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Black clouds overwhelmed the city, the north wind was raging, the ink-dyed black dragon flag was hunting on the wall, and a heavy snow was coming.

In the past, the Zhongshan Palace, which was ruggy, was only populated today, and only Yan Yunjun, who was dressed in Xuanjia and wore a Yanling knife at his waist, was loyal to protect the palace in front of the palace and stood upright in the wind.

The dark clouds hung low, and the sky became darker and darker, and the servants of the palace had to climb high in advance to light the lamp, and also lit a brazier next to Yan Yunjun for lighting and heating.

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves was suddenly heard, and dozens of healthy horses rushed from the end of the street. The horses came so quickly, and suddenly they arrived in front of the Zhongshan Palace. The captain of the Yanyun Military Academy hurriedly stepped forward to check, and saw that the leader was dressed in a black suit, and before he could see his appearance clearly, he heard someone ask: "Is there a visitor in the Yanwang Mansion now?"

The lieutenant hurriedly bowed his head and replied: "Back to the Lord, the prince has not met any more guests at noon." ”

"Yes. ”

Murong Bugui dismounted, threw the horsewhip into the hands of the guards behind him, and strode towards the palace, and when he staggered past the military captain, the scarlet cloak tied behind him was puffed up by the strong wind, and crossed the face of the guard commander. The lieutenant didn't dare to be the slightest bit unusual, and only after the emperor's guards also entered the palace did he stand up straight and breathe a sigh of relief. Murong is not a cruel person, but today for some reason, the military captain stood in front of him as if he had fallen into a 10,000-year-old ice cave, and when he straightened up, he shook off a cold sweat.

Ignoring the servants who hurriedly avoided saluting along the road, Murong Bugui hurried to the palace of the palace, and before the next person could report, he pushed the door and walked in, and saw that Murong Wuji, the king of Zhongshan, was lying on his back on the soft couch in a prodigal manner, his white clothes were full of wine stains, and the wine bottle was placed in front of his head.

Murong Bugui stepped forward and snatched the spoon of his wine, raised his eyebrows and asked, "The old disease has been committed again?"

Murong Wuji was calm and said, "The old problem has long been used to it. He said, picked up the wine jue and scooped a jue of wine directly in the wine bottle, raised his head, the sake gathered into a line and slowly flowed into his mouth, after drinking, Murong Wuji wiped his mouth with his sleeve and asked: "Look at this ghost weather, the heavy snow will close the mountain in a few days, I think that the old dog of Tuoba will not be peaceful, have you prepared in advance?"

Murong Bugui picked up the brazier that had collapsed, making it burn more vigorously, and said: "How can Tuoba Old Dog calculate it casually? However, Tai Shi Ling asserts that this heavy snow is rare in a hundred years, and we only need to clear the wilderness, and after the winter, the grassland tribes will inevitably be greatly injured, and it will be easy to deal with him at that time." ”

When Murong Wuji heard this, he looked at the gloomy sky outside the hall, and said: "In this way, I hope this snowy day lasts longer......" Before he could say anything, he couldn't help coughing loudly, eager to spit out his heart and lungs, his whole face was flushed, and the sake in the wine was all spilled in his arms.

Murong Bugui hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, patting his back to make him more comfortable. After a while, Murong Wuji's coughing slowed down, waved his hand to signal Murong Bugui to stop, straightened up and said, "When it's cold, it's inevitable to cough a few times, it's not a big deal." ”

Murong Bugui used a spoon of wine and swallowed it in one gulp, trying to relieve the boredom in his heart, but the sorrow kept coming to his heart.

When he was still the prince of the Great Yan Kingdom, Murong Wuji was his inseparable brother, and in the ten years when Yan Guocheng broke him and was taken captive into the palace and humiliated, Murong Wuji never gave up the idea of rescuing him. In the end, when Chu Di Suning was in a hurry to oppose Qin Qianqin, Murong Wuji found an opportunity, and he took the opportunity to sneak into the heavily guarded Qianqin Zigong to rescue him, but when he retreated, he alarmed the emperor's guards, and Murong Wuji's injuries were left at that time.

At that time, the wound hurt the lungs, if it weren't for the fact that Murong didn't have the royal healing medicine of the Great Yan Kingdom, maybe Murong Wuji would have passed away long ago.

Later, Murong Wuji followed Murong Bugui to recruit the old army of Yan to oppose Qin, and was wounded in the chest again in a difficult battle.

But after Ye Qiudi revived him, he asserted that the hidden danger of Murong Wuji's body had been buried, and once his injury occurred, the pain would inevitably be like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and if he didn't have the healing skills, he would definitely cough up blood and die. Now that Murong Wuji's injury has recurred for a while, as Ye Qiudi said, especially in the cold weather, the pain is unbearable, and he can only rely on drunkenness to escape the pain.

The hall was quiet, only the crackling sound of the firewood burning in the brazier remained, without Murong Wuji's order, the servant never entered the hall to hold the lamp, and Murong Wuji's face was dark and bright in the firewood, so that Murong Wuji, who knew him well, couldn't guess what he was thinking.

After a while, Murong Bugui suddenly said: "I'll send someone to send you to the Medicine King Valley, presumably Ye Qiudi will definitely not die without help." ”

Murong Wuji drank his stomach and said: "The Taisu Heart Sutra is a mastery of the Medicine King Valley, and Miss Ye has no reason to pass it on to me, and now it is just difficult for a strong man to go to the Medicine King Valley." ”

The corners of Murong Bugui's mouth turned up, and he said jokingly: "You have always been obsessed with Miss Ye, wouldn't it be your wish to go to the Medicine King Valley now?" If you can become the fast son-in-law of the Medicine King Valley, what do you have to worry about learning the Medicine King Valley?"

Murong Wuji was drunk and hazy, and said: "Miss Ye and I have a life-saving kindness, and there is no way to repay you for being a cow or a horse, how dare you have delusional obsessions......?"

Murong Wuji muttered some more words, but Murong Bugui couldn't hear it clearly, he looked at Murong Wuji's frowning brows, sighed softly, and when a slight snoring sounded in the main hall, he drank the last sip of wine, stood up and walked out of the hall.

At this time, it was already snowing in the sky, and the silver catkins were flying into the sky, Qiong Yao turned to the ground, and the surroundings were white.

Murong Bugui stood in the snow for a long time, waiting for the snowflakes to fall on his shoulders, and only came back to his senses after hearing Murong Wuji's severe cough in the hall behind him, as if he had made up his mind, he strode out of the Zhongshan Mansion with a resolute face.

Behind him, Yan Yunjun was dressed in Xuan armor, like a torrent in the snow, breaking through the white shackles of ice and snow.

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Although Ye Laoer's inner son is mediocre, his martial arts and talent are above Ye Laoer, and he can talk very happily with Shuyu, who has read the scriptures and books, no wonder Ye Laoer's status will be reduced after marrying. What is particularly commendable is that her cooking skills are superb, and the delicious food she burns makes Su Musha full of praise, but what is noisy is that the conversation between the old man in Tsing Yi and Mr. Ram Zigao is still continuing, and because of Su Musha's identity, he is also involved in it.

The next day, early in the morning.

Even if the old man in Tsing Yi repeatedly retained, Su Musha still chose to go on the road, accompanied by Mr. Gongyang Zigao, who will go to the four major academies of Jiankang to study, and Su Musha and others are exactly on the same road.

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