On the fifteenth day of the first month, the festival of the Yuan Dynasty, Jinling City is full of lights, red and green, which is more than Chang'an half a month ago. Xia Xuehan of Shangzhu accompanied Emperor Xia Yan to travel with him, and enjoyed with the people, and thousands of people in Jinling City were empty, vying to see the peerless demeanor of the young man in white.

The Son of Heaven is patrolling, and the weather is myriad. Six blood-colored horses pulled a chariot and drove slowly, followed by twenty ritual knives, leopard tail guns, twenty five-color canopies, twelve double-dragon fans, twenty five-color golden dragons, and sixteen pieces of Yue, star, lying melon, standing melon, my staff, imperial staff, and leading staff.

Xia Xuehan was like a white-clothed immortal, sitting next to Xia Yan, he was like a golden sun, completely covering Xia Yan's light. Xia Yan's gentle smile was as warm as a spring breeze, without the slightest jealousy or dissatisfaction, as if it was natural for the person next to him to be better than him, he was the true son, and everyone else could only be a foil by his side.

The sky has fluttered snowflakes, like catkins, like goose feathers, it's January, in the warm and soft country of Jiangnan, snow is still rare at this time.

In the distance, a white figure landed on the high ridge of the roof, fluttering like a feather, the white robe was slightly raised, and the long beard and hair were as white as snow. His wrinkled face was filled with compassion and compassion that could encompass the cosmic beings, like a god-man who had transformed into a flying immortal, and like a Buddha with a golden body and a golden body and nirvana.

Hardly anyone noticed his arrival, but the young man in white saw it, and he raised his head, and two soft eyes looked at the old man through the heavy snow. The old man also looked at him, with a smile in his eyes, and nodded towards Xia Xuehan.

Xia Xuehan whispered something in Xia Yan's ear, Xia Yan nodded, only to see that Xia Xuehan was like a gust of wind, the curtain of the chariot only moved slightly, and the young man in white was gone.

On the towering roof, there were two people standing opposite each other, the same white-clothed Shengxue, the same floating fairy, and the same compassion. Standing opposite each other like this, he bowed and saluted, and called out respectfully: "Master!"

The old man nodded, stretched out a thin hand to help him up, stared at him and said, "Han'er, you have finally come this far!"

Xia Xuehan was a little unnatural by him, although there was no malice in this gaze, let alone the slightest dissatisfaction with him, but he was still like a child who had done something wrong, and couldn't help but turn his head away.

"Is this what the master is here for? didn't you train me and that man for this day?" he said softly, shrugging his nose.

Guiguzi stroked his snow-white beard lightly, and said: "Fate is like the trajectory of the stars in the sky, it has been set since it appeared, I didn't mean to let you live and die together, but just let the trajectories that you are about to meet be one step faster!"

"Master, can you tell the apprentice what the end of fate is?"

"What is in your hands, and what you hold in your hearts. ”

"Then why did the master come?"

Guiguzi didn't answer him, just raised his arm and pointed behind Xia Xuehan, which was far away from the north, the Liao country.

"In that distant place, there was also a heaven that I had been waiting for, and later, because this world did not belong to me, I could not find any trace of that paradise. ”

"Actually, I understand this, but compared with the thousands of people in the world and her alone, I still can't tell who is light and who is heavy!"

"They are two masters and apprentices, and we are two masters and apprentices. The fate of two generations, I don't know if there will be an end in your generation!"

"By the day I make my choice, it may be too late!" Xia Xuehan raised his head, with infinite amazement in his eyes.

"Then it's not too late, do what you think you should do, and don't let the farewell become a farewell!"

Guiguzi sighed after speaking, his hands were behind his backs, his knees were not bent for half a minute, but the whole person floated into the distance like a feather.

Xia Xuehan glanced at the bitterness in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and gave him a salute on his back. He can't say that he has much respect for Guiguzi, because his existence is just a tool for Guiguzi's game, just to continue the immutable rules of Guiguzi. One day in the future, he may be the one who failed, and then disappear forever, and his name will never appear on the genealogy of the Guigu Sect.

Guiguzi left, but Xia Xuehan was standing on the ridge of the roof, letting the snowflakes float all over his shoulders, dyeing his black hair white, I still remember not long ago, a girl asked him stupidly, "If it snows, we don't hold an umbrella, go all the way, can we go all the way to Baitou?"

I didn't seem to answer her that day, and I must tell her the next time we meet.

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In the Marshal Mansion of Liao, Yun Yifan was playing chess with the military advisor Yin Moyan, and Yun Yifan's handsome and elegant face was graceful and luxurious, as if he was born to be a king. has walked more than 100 hands, although there is no winner or loser, but Yin Moyan looked up from time to time at Yun Yifan, who was light and breezy, and his heart was not in the chess game at all.

"Sir, your mind doesn't seem to be here?" Yun Yifan played with a chess piece, with a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth.

Yin Moyan couldn't help but stand up, gasped and said, "Xia Xuehan already accounts for half of the Great Xia, and has the strength to compete with you, can you still deal with it so indifferently?"

Yun Yifan's face did not change in the slightest, and said, "If you don't deal with it indifferently, what do you want me to do?"

"This ......" Yin Moyan was speechless for a while, "but you can't do nothing!"

"It's not that I don't do anything, but I can't do anything, and now I have to guard against not only Xia Xuehan, but also Xia Lang. They are the same, they don't dare to act rashly, they will move their whole body with one shot, and now they are thinking about who to choose as an ally!" Yun Yifan thought for a long time, but still dropped the chess pieces in his hand.

"Xia Xuehan, Xia Lang, which one will you choose?" Yin Moyan's hanging heart finally got a trace of comfort.

Yun Yifan shook his head and said: "There are no eternal friends in the world, and there are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests!

Yin Moyan couldn't help frowning and asked, "You mean that Xia Xuehan will collude with Xia Lang?"

Yun Yifan said with a smile: "It's a shame that Mr. is rich in five cars, and he still doesn't understand what I mean! Who Xia Xuehan cooperates with depends on who gives him what he wants!"

"What is it?" Yin Moyan asked anxiously.

Yun Yifan just smiled and didn't speak, and a pair of inky jade-like eyes were cast on the chessboard again. "It's time for the gentleman to fall!"

"Forget it, don't go down, the results are all in your calculations, what's the point of going down!" Yin Moyan waved his sleeves, laughed three times, and looked at the somewhat gray sky obliquely, the corners of his mouth were a little relieved.

In the study room of the south of Liaoguo, Emperor Yuanzong was reviewing the chapters, and from time to time there was a light sigh, and the corners of his eyes frequently flew to the direction of the Cutting Tower.

"Your Majesty, since you can't bear it, let the princess back, why suffer the princess and yourself!"

Emperor Yuanzong shook his head and sighed: "Maybe that Cutting Yuan Tower is the safest place for Meng'er, do you know that the bottom of the sea is lonely, but it is also the calmest place!"

"Your Majesty, forgive the old slave for his courage, recently many ministers have been sparse and have been working hard to establish the prince's affairs, and the old slave also knows that eunuchs are not allowed to talk about political affairs, but it is a matter of social affairs, and the old slave has to risk his life to speak! I hope Your Majesty will forgive you!" The old eunuch has been in the palace since he was a child, and he has been loyal to Emperor Yuanzong for decades, and he almost fell on the dragon case at this time, and said in a low voice.

Emperor Yuanzong waved his hand and said abruptly: "You have served me for decades, are you loyal or traitor, and others can't see through me?"

The old eunuch still asked tentatively: "What does the emperor mean ......?"

"It's not that I don't stand, it's that I don't want to push my own flesh and blood to the forefront!"

"Why did the emperor say this? The emperor is the honor of the Ninety-Five, who dares to be unfavorable to the prince?" When the old eunuch heard this, he couldn't help but shake his hand in the dust.

"There is a Xia Xuehan in the south who is already respected in Tiannan, and there is also a person in the Liao Kingdom who is on a par with Xia Xuehan! After a hundred years, who can control him, is it my uncompetitive emperor?" Emperor Yuanzong said with a wry smile.

The old eunuch was shocked, and his legs and feet were weak and he almost fell: "The emperor is talking about General Yun......"

Emperor Yuanzong waved his hand and said: "If he really wants to snatch something, no one in my Liao Kingdom can stop him, he just didn't take the world from me because he took care of Meng'er in his heart, and after a hundred years, he will make a move, and he will definitely ......."

The most painful thing in the world is not the sudden calamity, but knowing that at a certain time and place, something will happen, but you can't avoid it, you can only wait in torment, waiting for the god of fate to smile and cut off the flesh and blood in your heart piece by piece.

"Then the emperor is planning to ......," the old eunuch asked tentatively.

Emperor Yuanzong sighed and said, "Since he wants it, give it to him, so as not to let me, a great country, have a vain army, and also save my dear relatives, the loyal and good people of the Manchu Dynasty, from being persecuted by him......"

"Poof!" As soon as there was a sound, the old eunuch was already kneeling beside Emperor Yuanzong, kowtowing constantly, and the smooth floor was knocked "dongdong". "The emperor thinks twice, the ancestral foundation should be passed on to the clan forever, and Anke is allowed to give a foreign surname, absolutely not!"

Emperor Yuanzong stretched out a strong arm, helped the old eunuch, and said softly: "In fact, the people of the world don't care who sits in that position, they just want to be able to eat well, and they don't have to worry about survival." Yun Yifan has the ability to govern the country and secure the country, and only he can mediate with Xia Xuehan and Xia Lang in my Liao country, so that my Da Liao can survive in the military disaster!

"Since the emperor has made up his mind, the slave will not say anything more, I just ask the emperor to allow the old slave to retire to the mountains and forests, and live this life without asking about the world!" The old eunuch's old eyes were already blurred by muddy old tears.

Emperor Yuanzong turned his head suddenly, stared at him deadly, and roared, "Are you even going to leave me?"

"It's not that the old slave is unfaithful, although the old slave is a eunuch, but he also understands the truth that the martyr does not serve the second husband, and the loyal minister does not care about the two masters. The old slave only serves the master of the Yelu family in this life, and he only knows the master of the Yelu family!"

"Let's go, let's go, let's go! I want to be alone for a while, go!"

Emperor Yuanzong leaned on the back of the golden chair, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't say a word. The old eunuch shook his head, sighed lightly, and walked out.

For a while, the hall was terrible quiet, the candles were swaying in the wind, the smooth floor was reflecting the dim candlelight, and the whole hall was filled with deep sadness, just like the heart of the old man on the golden chair that had long been decayed!

This novel is from Reading Rim