Chapter 39 Farewell Wan'er

The bright afternoon sun shines on the cold road, the light is naked and violent, and the noisy street market is endless, and the endless stream of cars and horses and endless crowds announce the liveliness of this purple imperial city. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the end of the market, the snow accumulated on the ground made a "creaking" sound, the bright sunlight shone on the faces of the visitors, the handsome and suffocating faces, the delicate lips were as perfect as carvings, and the sharp eyes shrouded in black thick eyelashes looked at the beautiful woman beside him tenderly.

The stunning beauty couldn't help but float out of the wide fur, and the long hair in the direction was scattered in the air, standing on the snow, staring at the noisy crowd.

The two of them stood silently, and there was a warm silence in the air, and occasionally scattered snowflakes with a hazy halo fell from the canopy of the trees, like feathers flying slowly between heaven and earth.

The slight cold wind blew Qiu Chang, which was draped on the two of them, swaying slightly, which was amazing.

The men are handsome, the women are beautiful, wandering the world of flowers.

Zhuge Wan'er's body suddenly paused, stopped her steps, her beautiful eyebrows rose slightly, her eyes flashed with thick doubts, and she looked ahead stupidly.

Zhao Haochen, who was walking in front, was stunned, and the sound of creaking and trampling on the snow under his feet disappeared, and the pleasant wind chimes were diffused in his ears.

His eyes were full of curiosity, and he looked at it leisurely.

A gorgeous carriage, gold-edged glazed, made of gold, shining with a dazzling golden yellow light against the backdrop of the sun, four snow-white horses like white dragons, galloping on the snow, jingling wind chimes cleansing the entire Purple Imperial City, like the sound of heaven, washing everyone's minds.

The galloping carriage rushed towards them unscrupulously, seeing that if the posture was not dodged in time, they would definitely die under the horse's hooves, "These people are really rude?" The anger in his angry eyes suppressed anger, like a volcano about to erupt, the power of anger was brewing, but it was too late, and he grabbed Zhuge Wan'er's arm and wanted to push her aside.

However, her steps seemed to be pinned to the ground, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not move, and in the chaotic wind and snow not far away, a clear neighing mixed with the dull sound of horses' hooves rushed over.

The cold iron hooves stood high, and under the hooves was Zhuge Wan'er's peerless face, there was no frightened look in the pupils, a thick unwillingness, heavy and sad.

The pupils dilated sharply, a cold cold light flashed in the eyes with affection, the long sword entrenched in the waist had not had time to draw, and the snow accumulated on the road was blowing one after another, raging the world and filling the tyrannical space, Zhao Haochen's heart was cold to the bone, the tyrannical killing intent was self-evident, the heart-rending cry was suppressed in his throat, and hot tears rolled down his cold cheeks.

The blood-soaked earth was filled with the smell of blood, the hot and bright blood willfully watered the leafy trees on both sides of the market, the thick blood red reflected the sky, and the gloomy breath suppressed everyone's heart.

The frightened cries of the children on the side of the road were endless, and the old man fell on the road in terror, and the eggs and melons in the basket were scattered all over the ground, and he shrank aside, not daring to witness the bloody scene that followed.

"Knock!" the horse's wail mixed with the coachman's shouting, resounded through the four fields, four snow-white horses one in the air, standing firmly on the snow exuding a cold breath, the sad eyes revealed heavy pain, due to excessive force, two bright red blood marks appeared on the horse's back, stinging people's eyes.

The moment the horse's hooves fell, Zhao Haochen's heart hanging in the air seemed to fall down without a landing, and he leaped in an arrow step, grabbed Wan'er's shoulder, and pulled him away in a coquettish shout, because the fear of loss also slowly subsided, and he took a big breath of fresh air to save the heart that was about to suffocate.

"Who are you who dare to be so rampant?" a tyrannical aura filled his body, his meek eyebrows and eyes suddenly turned into a sword in the sky, as if a sword was about to roar into the sky, the cold aura was covered by his rich anger, the cool air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, the pungent smell of sulfur enveloped the chariot and horse, his face was somewhat distorted, like a tyrannical beast, opening its large mouth full of fangs, ready to devour his own food.

Jin Yu's curtain slowly lifted a gap, the car was empty, only a letter raft was placed alone on the main seat, it was strange for a moment, Zhao Haochen's thick eyebrows were undisguised anger, and in a blink of an eye, there was a trace of heavy doubt.

Sending a letter, but using such a huge car, the accompanying guards are complete, all of them are knives out of the sheath, arrows on the string, very grand. I don't know which such a huge force is, and I don't know who the letter was delivered?

The surging air currents, the explosive roar in the air, and the earth swirling and dancing in the cyclonic storm made his doubts linger like white clouds in the Nine Heavens, and even more stirred up the resentment in his heart.

"If you are rich and powerful, don't you take human life to heart? Isn't it great to be rich and powerful? Corrupt officials get off the horse, scum step down, and the people praise them!" It belongs to the psychology that the students of the 21st century are not accustomed to, impacting his righteous and awe-inspiring bravery, and watering his chivalrous heart.

"Miss!" the coachman bowed and bowed, his words very respectful.

Zhao Haochen, who was about to erupt like a volcano, was slightly stunned, stopped the posture of impacting the past, his sharp eyes exuding the smell of gunpowder, just watched quietly, his palm was quietly attached to his waist, and his handsome face was shrouded in a layer of coldness, ready to shoot at any time.

"Miss, please!" Zhuge Wan'er nodded slightly at Zhao Haochen, Yingying's steps walked into the gorgeous carriage, the golden jade curtain was gently lowered in the loud music, and there was a dead silence outside the car, and her eyes were sprinkled to Zhuge Wan'er inside the curtain.

Zhao Haochen silently looked at the indifferent driver who was blocking in front of him, and stared at the car tightly.

The wind and snow whistled between the heavens and the earth, and Zhuge Wan'er's eyes were full of tears, first a beautiful flower was destroyed by the wind and snow.

"I'm leaving!" a faint sadness filled the spacious streets, and the unbearable parting infected the people in the streets.

"I'll see who dares to take you away!" The cold light staring at the coachman in front of him, the tense atmosphere swirled around him, a domineering spirit that belonged to a man was fully revealed, he was either someone else, or a dick student.

"I volunteered!"

The bleak voice was like a sledgehammer stirring in his heart, the painful parting was washed away in the howling of the cold wind, the carriage disappeared into the wind and snow, and the jingling bells still lingered in the four fields......