The gray sky was filled with unprovoked and messy snow, and Chang'an City, which was fifteen years after the apocalypse, was covered in silver in an instant, and the white dew was slightly cool......

In the afternoon, Liu Chen'an sat in the warm pavilion on the upper floor of the Wangjiang River, and opened the carved prism window with his hands, letting the wind and snow of the Nanjiang River drift away, and watching the northern country frozen for thousands of miles. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"The king ......" for a long time, there was a casual old man who went upstairs and walked straight to Liu Chen's side, as soon as he lifted the hat, that smile instantly softened Liu Chen's eyes.

"Uncle Yang, don't come unharmed...... Haha, I haven't seen you for three years, first of all, I want to congratulate Uncle Yang on his further strength!" got up and helped the old man take off his snow-covered robe, Liu Chen moved out an embroidered stool to make him sit, and after a little look, Liu Chen, who was in the preaching period, could no longer see Lao Yang's cultivation.

"Hehe, the king praised it...... The little old man has only reached the ground level at the age of sixty, and the king is extremely talented, and his future is limitless!"

"Don't talk about this...... Liu Chen chuckled, "Last time I came back from the Polar Star Sea, I heard from my grandfather that you took someone to the Western Realm...... The eventful season has worried me for a long time...... If I can see Uncle Yang safe and sound today, I will feel a lot more relaxed here!"

Listening to Liu Chen's words, Lao Yang rubbed the flint to light the cigarette butt, and raised his head and smiled stupidly: "Thank you for your concern, little old man is fine...... Hahahaha!"

"Hahaha!" laughed, Liu Chen filled two cups of hot tea, and took advantage of the damp and cold breeze outside the window, "Uncle Yang is looking for me today, but what is the need......?"

"Since the prince is so happy, the old man is not hiding it......" chuckling, Lao Yang slowly said: "That's the case, after the war on the Western Front, many old people in the organization don't want to stay in the rear anymore...... Although we don't have any great skills, we can still share the king's worries with this dirty work......"

"Yes!" Lao Yang's request can be described as a complete surprise for Liu Chen, not to mention anything else, this group of dead soldiers of the Martial Spirit Hall are all good at undercover intelligence, although the intelligence of the Southern Army is in charge of Tingxue Lou and Yin Wuwei, but with the dead soldiers of the Martial Spirit Hall who are better at infiltrating behind enemy lines, Liu Chen's southern expedition will be extremely smooth!

You must know that the Wuhun Hall and the National Religion have been working against each other for decades, and they have not leaked any sound, even now, the Wuhun Hall is a mysterious ghost-like existence in people's hearts...... As far as this unremarkable old Yang is concerned, his intelligence resume can be scared to death on the surface......

"I have sold melons in Loulan City, I have done miscellaneous work in the Nine Holy Palace, I have urinated in the palace, and I have washed the feet of the Pope...... such an existence!

When Liu Bai established the Wuhun Palace, it was a combination of the most essential training methods of the Hidden Wuwei and Tingxue Building, and gradually became a discipline of its own, and the appearance of each of the dead soldiers in the Wuhun Hall can be described as a strange thing in the wonderful, no you can't see it, only you can't think of it......

"Uncle Yang, how many people are there over there?" Liu Chen's more he thought about it, the happier he became, and the corners of his mouth were almost at the root of his ears.

"If you go back to the king, there are still more than 300 people over there...... It's all in Zhongzhou!"

"Well, I have my own part in front of my grandfather, in the future, you will follow me, and the scout camp of the Southern Army will be handed over to you!"

"Thank you, King!"

"Hahahahaha, with you here, I'm like a tiger!"

......

On a snowy night, the front of Qianning Palace was still crowded, and the atmosphere was terrifyingly depressing.

Especially when there are bursts of hoarse coughing in the dormitory, and the palace people who come and go carry the basin of water, rippling with red blood, it is enough to make people shocked......

"Duke Qi, how is Your Majesty?"

"That's right, is there any way for Brother Mu Bai to save His Majesty's life?"

"Please also ask Qi Gong to help!"

“......”

When Zhou Mubai, the Duke of Qi who was wrapped in hair, frowned and walked out of the dormitory, the princes and nobles stepped forward together and surrounded it.

"Everyone!" After a long time, Zhou Mubai sighed bitterly, and said lightly to Zhou with a plain face: "It's just that Zhou is not good at learning, and he is really powerless about His Majesty's situation!"

As soon as Zhou Mu's vernacular fell, the needle drop in front of the Qianning Palace could be heard, and only the howling of the wind was heard, accompanied by the messy falling snow, which saddened the entire palace......

"Gong Qi!" The white-haired old sacrificial wine was full of sorrow, and he moved tremblingly and approached Zhou Mubai's side, trembling his lips, for a long time, the old man bowed to the end, and the description was almost about to kneel in front of Zhou Mubai......

"Old sacrificial wine...... I can't help it!" Such a big gift startled Qi Guogong, and after quickly dodging sideways, he stretched out his hand and supported the old tearful wine lord, "Mu Bai has really tried his best!"

"The old man knows...... Knowing that Qi Gong did his best...... But...... But can Duke Qi help His Majesty delay a thing or two...... It's been this New Year...... That's good, too...... Woowoowoooo......oo Those who are ministers only hate not to be broken and broken...... For the Monarch's Father...... Take the sins for your father's sake!"

couldn't bear to meet everyone's expectant gaze anymore, Zhou Mubai lowered his head and was silent from then on......

The low choked sobs came and went, and the silent sobs gradually thickened the endless sadness in the first heavy snow of the fifteenth year of the apocalypse.

......

"Xuan, the king of the empire is here!"

Saying goodbye to the elders around him, Liu Chen's face was pale and he raised his feet to follow the footsteps of the palace people.

Qianning Palace, Liu Chen is not the first time to walk in, once upon a time, he was still a boy in the general horn, and he also had the opportunity to follow his father's guidance to this place that symbolizes the supreme power of Kyushu......

Lifting the soft curtain, Liu Chen glanced at it, and saw the smiling Emperor of the Apocalypse sitting on the bed, waving to him......

"Your Majesty!" the palace people all retreated, Liu Chen took a few steps closer, approached the emperor's side, and bowed.

"Yi'er......" The hoarse voice seemed to be consuming the emperor's remaining strength, and the withered big hand trembled and clenched Liu Chen's fist, which was cold to the touch, without any temperature, "Last time...... When you walked in here...... It's not a summoning of Your Majesty......"

"......" Liu Chen raised his eyes and leaned over to let the old emperor grab his palm.

"I ...... Or do I like to hear you call...... Uncle...... Hehe...... Hehe......"

The inexplicable heart congestion made Liu Chen feel like a knife, and he shook his backhand, and the warmth that passed from his palm softened the thin outline of the Emperor of the Apocalypse's face.

"I'm in this life...... They are all living in the filthy and filthy siege of the deep palace, and those dark intrigues have long made me feel tired...... Since I was sensible, I have never dared to relax the tight string in my heart at all times...... For fear of making a mistake, what awaits me will be an abyss from which ...... will never return" (To be continued.) )