Empress Xiao hurriedly took two or three steps back, but the back was already where the screen fan was, and she couldn't retreat anymore, and at this time, Nan Mengying was already approaching with the snowball in her arms. The fierce palm wind was accompanied by a monstrous murderous aura, which made people's faces hurt, and Empress Xiao had no choice but to raise a palm to meet it.

The true qi was circulating in all directions, shaking the dishes on the table with a loud bang, and with a loud "bang", Empress Xiao was shocked by the menacing palm and flew up, smashing the screen behind her.

Empress Xiao's throat was sweet, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and her bright yellow phoenix skirt was dyed red. At this time, not only the ministers were so shocked by this scene that their legs trembled, but even Yun Yifan, who had always been calm and relaxed, raised his head, looked at Queen Xiao, and couldn't help frowning. Just about to get up, at this time, the emperor had already arrived in front of Nan Mengying at some point, raised his dustpan and pumped it towards Nan Mengying.

"Smack!"

A crisp voice spread through every corner of the hall, and Nan Mengying's fair cheeks immediately became red and swollen, and the five finger prints were clearly distinguished. Nan Mengying's bright eyes rolled out tears uncontrollably, like pearls with broken threads, and kept rolling down.

"Father, you, you, you beat me! You beat me for this woman!"

Nan Mengying gritted her jade teeth and said word by word. Since she was a child, her father didn't even want to beat her, and he was reluctant to even say a heavy word, but today he beat his favorite daughter in order to favor that woman.

"Presumptuous, is this woman also called by you? She is the empress of my Liao Kingdom, the mother of a country, what you did today is indeed excessive!" Emperor Yuanzong stood in front of Nanmengying like an iron tower, making people feel an insurmountable sense of powerlessness.

"Don't you hurry up and pass on the imperial doctor, do you want to be beheaded!" Emperor Yuanzong turned his head and roared at the palace eunuch who was already frightened, like an angry lion.

A little eunuch ran outside as if he had been amnestied, and Emperor Yuanzong stared at Nan Mengying for a while, wanting to say something, but after all, he didn't say anything, and shouted at Yu Linwei: "Princess Zhaomeng has no king's law, she committed murder in public, and locked her up in the beheading tower, without my will, no one can let her out!"

Emperor Yuanzong's bright eyes finally filled with reluctance and helplessness, as if something had been taken out of his life in an instant.

"Slashing Tower, hahaha...... Chop the edge tower, cut the edge ......" Nan Mengying looked at Emperor Yuanzong and said with a wry smile, and staggered back two steps at this time, at this time, several Yulin guard soldiers rushed over to hold her up. Nan Mengying didn't resist, but the hand holding the snowball tightened a little.

Yun Yifan finally walked to Emperor Yuanzong's side, and arched his hand and said: "The princess is young and ignorant, and the minister implores Your Majesty to read the love of flesh and blood!"

Emperor Yuanzong looked back at Yun Yifan, and after a long time, he said, "I have made up my mind!" The simple four words were like a burst of thunder that resounded throughout the hall.

"The minister is willing to exchange the princess's free body with three hundred military merits and half a lifetime of glory, and from now on, the minister wishes to be clothed for a lifetime!"

"I have made up my mind, so don't say anything more. If you don't repent, you will stay in the Cutting Yuan Tower for the rest of your life! Take it away!" Emperor Yuanzong didn't look at the people in the hall anymore, waved his sleeves, and strode towards the outside. Yun Yifan raised his head and looked at the back of Emperor Yuanzong leaving, no longer seeing the pleading color just now, still graceful and noble, peerless.

"Can you help me take care of the snowball?" Nan Mengying's voice suddenly came to his ears, Yun Yifan turned his head and saw that Nan Mengying seemed to be saying this with his last strength, and the hand holding the snowball was also a little trembling.

"Good!"

With just one simple word, he promised everything to him.

He walked up to her and held out his hand. After a long time, Nan Mengying slowly handed the fluffy puppy to Yun Yifan. The small body was already a little cold, and the small jewel-like eyes were already closed, and if it weren't for the faint heartbeat, it would almost make people think it was dead.

"Thank you!"

Nan Mengying didn't have a trace of expression from beginning to end, looking at the dying snowball, her eyes were hot, and she almost burst into tears. She didn't care about the few Yulin guards who held her, turned around and walked towards the outside of Yaohua Palace, the white back was getting farther and farther away, and it would be Chinese New Year's Eve in a few days, but the peerless beauty in white clothes had to silently endure the loneliness in the barren in the nine-story tower.

Ten thousand pavilions, ten miles of royal roads, but it seems that there is no end to a lifetime. The road to Guanshan is far away, and the clouds are bright, and the moon is finally full and people are reunited.

Yun Yifan waited for Nan Mengying to disappear before retracting his gaze, looked down at the puppy in his arms that did not have much life, and moved under his feet, like a cheetah hunting in the dark night, and disappeared in an instant. The dazed ministers watched these people leave, and their hearts seemed to have unloaded a big mountain, and many people were paralyzed on the ground.

The Yaohua Palace dinner before Chinese New Year's Eve ended unhappily, but this dinner also laid the foundation for the change of the world pattern and left a strong mark in history.

In the marshal's house, there was a festive and peaceful atmosphere, with lanterns and lights, and everyone was preparing to celebrate the New Year. The house seems to be auspicious and peaceful, but no one notices the blade hidden in the shadows, the cold murderous aura is like a pit viper's letter, if an uninvited guest dares to break into this place, it will inevitably be cut into powder in a few moments.

A black shadow was like a black lightning, swept into the marshal's mansion, and a burst of orchid fragrance diffused, and the guards who were hidden in the dark did not stop it, but only gave a slight salute, and then hid in the darkness, and restrained the breath.

In the depths of the Marshal's Mansion, there is a small attic, where there is no prosperity, no festivity, and more desolation, which is incompatible with this prosperous Shangjing. In the attic, the light blue curtain was slightly raised by the wind, and wisps of green smoke wafted from the incense burner, dyeing this elegant pavilion with a faint fragrance.

"Take out the thousand-year-old ice lotus!"

Yun Yifan hugged the snowball, his elegant and handsome face was not rippling, and said to the heavy veil.

After a long time, a sentence came from the end of the veil, "The thousand-year-old ice lotus in this world is never more than a hand, no matter how many internal injuries can be healed, and having an ice lotus is like an extra life for those who practice martial arts." You used it to save a dog?"

It was a woman's voice, as melodious as a yellow warbler out of the valley, but at the moment it was a little more shocked, this man knew it...... What exactly is he insisting on?

"I'm afraid there are not many people in this world who can let me use the ice lotus for thousands of years to save my life, if I really meet it, I will admit it!" Yun Yifan said lightly.

The melodious voice of the woman in the veil came again, but this time it was a little helpless: "You have done so much for her, but she loves another person, is it worth it?

The corners of Yun Yifan's mouth raised slightly, he didn't hesitate, he just said coldly: "She doesn't need to know, what she cares about, just give it to her." As for what you get, it doesn't matter if it's worth it or not!"

The woman in the veil did not speak again, except for a sigh so soft that it was almost inaudible. Immediately, there was a sound of footsteps, and no one came out, only to see a white jade hand holding a white lotus flower through the veil and handing it to Yun Yifan.

The lotus flower is carved like a thousand years of ice, crystal clear, and even the slightest meridian can be seen, and there are wisps of cold in front of it, but it is diffused with bursts of fragrance, and closing the eyes can even make people feel peaceful.

Yun Yifan didn't hesitate for a moment, raised his hand to take the ice lotus, and the ink-like robe rolled up with a faint aroma of orchids, drifting away.

"If you love someone, you have to say it, you have done so much for her, but you can't resist the light smile when that person meets her!" There was a faint sigh from the veil, that person did far less than Yun Yifan, but she chose him, this world is so helpless and ridiculous.

The nine-story slashing tower stands tall in the capital city, and the misty night shrouds the nine layers of loneliness and nine layers of sadness.

In the years of Jin Ge's iron horse, the Yiren guarded people haggard, just waiting for the return of their beloved, the lovesick love and tears spread wantonly, and the ears were still whispering affectionately hand in hand in the past, but I knew that the bright moon and water were not at that time, and the acquaintance was late, and the world was separated.

The evening breeze blew into the ancient tower through the window lattice, the dim candle flame kept flickering, and on the simple bed sat cross-legged a beautiful woman in white clothes. Her eyes were closed, her face was a little haggard compared to when she entered, the nine-story tower was like a huge cage, people did not have the courage to break through, and the scriptures carved on the stone wall seemed to interpret a story that never ended.

That night, the nine-story tower was lonely and meteoric.

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In a blink of an eye, it is the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month, and the day of the New Year is getting closer and closer, the night of Chang'an in the prosperous era of this year, the prosperity is like three thousand weak waters, a white dress is better than snow, the sword dance is colorful, splashing ink freehand landscapes, waving the pen and pride of the rivers and lakes.

Langya Palace, dressed in white, fluttering like a frightening Hong, sword light flying, sometimes hurrying, every move and every style is like plum blossoms under the moon, the fragrance is ethereal, and when you notice, it has already invaded your body.

Like a woman in purple with a peony in bloom, she smiled lightly and quietly looked at the white clothes that were flying. Time flies, and the elegant young man in his memory still remembers the tenderness when he waved the fan, but now he sighs in vain.

A black shadow shot straight towards the white-clothed young man, and suddenly, he turned around and raised his sword, as chic and natural as a peer. By the time the shadow stopped, the blade of the sword had already touched the man's forehead, no more than a fraction of a distance away.

"Thank you for your mercy!"

The man in black clicked on one knee and said in a deep voice.

"How's it going?"

Xia Xuehan said as she withdrew her sword, handed it to Zi Mo, and walked a few steps forward to the lotus pond.

"If you return to the prince, the emperor will give the death of King Yong, and dissolve the Xuezi camp from now on, and the original generals will not be hired, or beheaded or exiled to the wilderness!"

"Oh, what else?Liao Guo, is there any movement over there?" Xia Xuehan's face did not change in the slightest, and his deep eyes seemed to be able to see through the past and the future.

"Princess Zhaomeng confronted Queen Xiao and was imprisoned in the Cutting Yuan Tower to meditate on her mistakes, and she was not allowed to go out unless she was in the swamp. The great general Yun Yifan left Shangjing and went to the Arctic Ice Plain alone!"

He raised his eyes to look at the north, couldn't see the edge, couldn't see the person, just sighed, didn't dare to look any further, turned around and asked, "Didn't Xia Lang say how to deal with me?"

"There is no conclusion yet, but the chamberlain Xu Ci suggested that he take away the title of the prince and give him death with King Yong. ”

Xia Xuehan nodded, raised his finger, pointed to the Daqing Palace, which was particularly prominent in the palace, and said coldly: "I have worked hard for the Great Xia Dynasty, and my brothers have been killed and injured countless times, but you regard me as a thorn in the flesh. Anyway, the world will be divided for a long time, and it will be divided for a long time, and it is time to change the dynasty!"

took out a white jade token from his arms, handed it to the man in black kneeling in front of him, and said, "Hold my token, secretly mobilize pro-troops inside and outside the city, and listen to it at any time!"

"Yes!"

The man in black took the token and disappeared with the wind. Zi Mo came behind him, was silent for a long time, opened his mouth, and still didn't say the words, just asked softly: "Has Childe really decided?"

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, he smiled lightly, finally didn't say anything, turned around and went back to the room.

This book was first published in Reading Books