In the 16th year of Emperor Zhao of Daxia, winter.

The first snow fell in the palace, and the vast earth was covered with silver.

On the top of the city wall, the highest place in the entire imperial capital, stand here and look into the distance, as if you can see the beautiful country.

It always makes people feel a sense of pride from the bottom of their hearts.

The country is so beautiful, and the heroes bow their backs and want to compete with the God of Heaven.

However, what appeared in Xiao Jingyun's mind was the scene from sixteen years ago...

That day, it was like this when the two left.

The sky was lightly bright, and there were a few small and bright stars hanging on the dark sky.

The red sandalwood carriage was parked outside the Shenwu Gate in the imperial city.

The girl wearing a white fox fur and wearing a fluffy hood, her whole body was wrapped tightly and tightly.

Only a strand of black hair that slid slightly on the slender waist could be seen flashing like a waterfall.

The black hair and skirt swayed slightly in the air. When they boarded the carriage, the beautiful figure disappeared immediately.

As the raised curtains hang down quietly, another figure in purple furry flashed in the carriage.

Far away, the bitter cold wind whimpered, as if mixed with the soft spring whispers.

“…Where is the child?”

"Waiting for you outside the city."

“…”

"Where does Ajin like to settle down?"

"It's warmer, it's too cold."

"The four seasons in Jiangnan are like spring..."

"Then let's go to Jiangnan!"

“…”

Crystal snowflakes fell down, burying the traces left by the carriage, but they could not bury the fire that reflected half of the sky in Cining Palace.

yes.

It's too cold...

This imperial city is filled with wind, sword, frost, swords, and swords are tightly pressing each other. The Jiangnan seasons are as warm as spring. Where... is suitable for you.

Xiao Jingyun raised his hand and caught the first snowfall in the first year of Emperor Zhao of Daxia.

A crystal clear snowflake fell on the palm of the delicate jade-like palm.

Slowly melting and gathering into a drop of water.

It seems that when I first met, there were tears in the corner of the girl's eyes.

At the palace wall, the night is deep.

"Which palace maid are you? Why are you hiding here and crying?"

The girl turned around and walked out of the darkness, her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, and she looked frightened: "The Seventh Prince..."

He looked calm and bowed: "It turned out to be the Queen."

"Seventh Prince, please don't tell me what happened tonight."

"Please rest assured Queen, Jingyun is not a talkative person."

Finally, I couldn't help it. Before leaving, I handed out a handkerchief: "If you don't want people to discover it, I'd better wipe it."

“…Thank you, thank you.”

Lift your fingertips lightly and take them with your composure.

Perhaps, there was a past cause and effect that had been planted at that time...

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later.

His father, who was brutal by nature, had his last decree to let the concubines in the palace be buried with him, including the queen Jiang Sijin.

With a thought, I couldn't help but stand up.

‘Uncle,… what the mother said is reasonable. The descendants of the Daxia royal family are weak. This is the father’s posthumous son, and it is the only way to keep this line of blood.’

In fact, where is the last emperor's son?

My father was addicted to women in the first half of his life and had already been hollowed out.

In the second half of his life, he was obsessed with Taoist techniques and was obsessed with alchemy techniques, and he was already far away from the maids in the harem.

Xiao Jingyun also knew the secret that the blood of the pure Yin virgin of Queen Jiang Sijin was needed to be used as medicine.

Even though I knew it, I still wanted to save her life.

Xiao Jingyun was unwilling to go into it.

All words and deeds are only followed in the heart.

Even if he doesn't have any posthumous child, he will never let her die.
Chapter completed!