Cold palace.

A lonely lamp hung outside the window, with dim lights illuminating the heavy snow of goose feathers in the long night.

The narrow knife fell to the ground, with blood on the sharp blade.

The woman in a purple palace skirt fell in a pool of blood, her long silver hair was whiter than snow, and her delicate lips were stained with blood, like a poppy flower that bloomed to the end.

The slender white jade hands were holding a white fox mask tightly.

The mask was worn out and had been smashed by someone and stuck with clay. Over the years, the red rope she wore had already worn and broken, like her broken marriage.

Chen Jiang half closed her eyelashes, and snow was reflected in her pupils.

The spring was in full bloom that year, and the peach blossoms were endless, just like this flying snow.

At that time, he was the stunning young overlord of Chang'an City. When he learned that she refused to give her marriage, he immediately carried a sword and broke into her boudoir with red eyes.

He asked: "Did you be wronged when marrying an orphan? You are so reluctant!"

She is also a young, beautiful and energetic age, and said with a crisp voice: "I only like the gentle and restrained man. The crown prince is vulgar and even breaks into my boudoir regardless of etiquette. I will never like you in my life!"

He was heartbroken by these words.

When I left, my back was very lonely.

She was afraid of being forced to get married, so she packed up her bags and left Chang'an that night.

She met the elegant Zhaonu in Jiangnan.

But I didn't know that Zhaonu was actually pretending to be him.

Later, for many years in the palace, he took off the young overlord's clothes and angered horse and played unruly. He became restrained and deep, gentle and quiet, just like the husband of her youth.

She thought it was caused by her forced force, but it turned out that he just wanted to be her favorite husband.

——I fell in love with Chang'an City when I first met... Now, I still like it... The luckiest thing in my life is meeting Ahjang. The thing I regret most in this life is that I failed to protect Ahjang... I'm sorry...

On the boat that day, his last words before leaving were still in his ears.

Xiao Yu, I have loved her for the rest of my life.

Tears surged.

Chen Jiang slowly stretched out his hand towards Feixue outside the window: "Xiao Yu..."

She came to see him.

The snow turned into falling flowers in her eyes.

The unmarried girl Yingying turned around and saw the young overlord wearing thin armor, holding a red tassel helmet in her hand, riding a night jade lion on the rayon.

The horse's hooves splashed all over the ground, leaving a scent of fragrance in the wind.

He stretched out his hand at her, with a stubborn and unrestrained tone: "Ajahn? How boring the deep palace is. Let's take you to see the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains!"

His hands were covered with fine calluses.

These hands can hold swords and play piano.

Chen Jiang put his hand in his palm and lifted his skirt lightly with his other hand.

She sat on his horse.

The horse spreads its four hooves and gallops out of the palace like a meteor.

From then on, nine provinces and four seas, thousands of rivers and mountains? Ren Xiaoyao...

The light of the palace lantern fell gently into Shen Jiang's pupils.

The phoenix eyes that lost their lives are still amazingly bright.

Ning Wanzhou knelt on the ground stiffly.

He covered Chen Jiang's neck tightly with both hands, and almost made the veins on the back of his hand swell, but he still couldn't stop the blood from oozing out of his fingers.

His thin lips were pale? His already haggard face was full of panic? He repeated "Don't die" in a low voice? But the god of death could not hear his prayers? The fresh life was fleeting in front of him, and it would be useless to be a powerful Duke of Zhenguo.

He gasped, maintaining this position for half an hour, until his hands were shaking with cold, and finally fell to the ground with a collapse.

Chen Jiang is dead.

He knew that he could not save him.

Ning Wanzhou's eyes were bloody and red. He picked up the narrow knife that fell on the ground and left the cold palace like crazy.

He rode his horse back to the Duke of Zhen in the snow and rushed back to the palace of Duke Zhen, and plunged into the dark bedroom. He closed the door, but he still couldn't help but tremble hands in the darkness.

"Uh...you're back..."

A murmur suddenly came from the corner of the bedroom.

Nan Baozhu, who was sleeping deeply on the bed, was awakened by him and rubbed his eyes in the darkness. He groped and lit the lamp with the flint.

The lights are subtle and hazy, illuminating the bedroom.

Nan Baozhu looked at Ning Wanzhou: "I just returned in the middle of the night? Where did you go just now-"

Before he finished speaking, he caught Ning Wanzhou's blood.

His hands were also covered in blood, and his fingertips were trembling slightly, as if he was about to be unable to hold the narrow knife.

Her heart trembled.

As her eyes moved up, Ning Wanzhou's eyes turned red, as if she had lost her soul.

She suppressed her fear, stood up on the bed, and asked in a low voice: "You... have you killed someone?"

Ning Wanzhou closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he finally recovered a little calmer and asked hoarsely: "Where is your sister?"

"I don't know, maybe I'm with the emperor. When she and the emperor collide, they will be fond of you and I will be fond of Chai Liehuo, and I can't bear to go home easily-"

"I killed Chen Jiang."

The room was quiet.

Nan Baozhu was stunned for a moment and suddenly remembered the twin Gu.

Her hand holding the bed post was quietly tightened, and her nails were deeply rooted in the golden nanmu. She did not come back to her senses until her nails broke and bleeding beads were cut.

She wanted to laugh, but the corners of her mouth only twitched for a moment and could no longer laugh.

Tears burst into my eyes.

Her eyes were wide open: "Wanwan, are you lying to me again? This joke is not funny at all. You can admit that it was just made up and lie to me."

Seeing that Ning Wanzhou was pale and didn't speak, she suddenly became hysterical: "Why are you stupid?! Can such a thing be kidding?! Ning Wanzhou, you, you-"

She was even more swearing.

She pounded her chest like an instinctive manner, and suddenly ran out quickly: "I want to go home and see, what kind of twin Gu is perhaps a lie!"

Ning Wanzhou also had a glimmer of expectations.

Although the poison in the world is so mysterious, the two poisons are too evil. Maybe it’s just Poinsettia and Shen Jiang who joined forces to deceive them!

He immediately turned around and followed Nan Baozhu.

...

It is the end of the year, and the night is long and the snow is still falling.

In a deep house north of Chang'an City, two children were wearing thick jackets, holding small hand stoves, and were dozing under the eaves outside the Danfang.

When they were napping and scenting, the two little guys wrinkled their noses at the same time.

They were awakened by the fragrance and quickly rubbed their eyes and sat upright.

They looked at the tightly closed door and whispered:

"It smells so good. The National Master must have refined an amazing pill! But I don't know what it is for. It will take so many months to refine it!"

"Calculate the time, it's time for the National Normal University to come out of seclusion! Just ask him, would you know?"

As he was talking, with a creaking sound, the door of the Dan Room was pushed open from the inside.

The young man in a Taoist robe had a cinnabar mole between his eyebrows, and his eyes could not hide his fatigue, but his smiling handsome appearance made people feel like spring breeze.

He shook the small white jade porcelain bottle and smiled even more: "The elixir has been completed."

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Chapter completed!