Your majesty, Empress Xianyu doesn't want to leave the cold palace

Chapter 795
Yu Wenhui rode his horse past the city gate.

On the tower in the distance, Mo Ying saw this scene and turned around, "My lord, His Highness Duan Wang has left the city."

There is a game of chess in front of Yu Wenyu, with a black and white layout. Although the white pieces are strong, the black pieces can catch up with the latecomers, and the victory is now firmly secured.

"She waited for many years, and finally arrived at this moment."

Putting the sunspots on his fingertips in his palm, he looked up at the vast sky when he got up, "If that's the case, you can go there for me."

"Yes."

After Yu Wenhui left the capital, Mo Ying and his party also left the city.

Over their heads was the vast winter sky.

The sky was lonely, and the eagle soared for nine days, and finally stopped in a house.

Jiang Li reached out and took off the creed on the eagle's leg.

A fireplace was lit in the room, and the person standing in front of the rosewood bookcase was wearing a sky-blue gown, holding the scroll with slender fingers, well-proportioned joints, and the faint light cast from the window gathered on him, a silhouette with a three-pointed scholar Spirituality, seventy points of indifference and alienation, pure and elegant.

Jiang Li only glanced at it, and then looked away.

"Master, there is news."

Si Baiyu regained his senses.

The scroll was put down, and he went to Jiang Li to take the information.

Unrolling the note, he muttered two words, "Nan Yuan."

I licked the note with my tongue on the fire in the stove, and the smell was slightly burnt.

Jiang Li raised his head quietly.

At this time, the note that was originally pinched by Si Baiyu's fingertips was completely swallowed by the flames.

He said: "Nanyuan is going to have an accident."

Jiang Li didn't make a sound.

As if suddenly interested, he turned his head slightly and looked in her direction, "Tell me, who will win this round?"

Jiang Li was startled, and boldly met his gaze while thinking, "Who does the master want to win?"

There was a faint smile on the corner of Si Baiyu's lips, and he didn't make another sound.

In fact, winning or losing is not important, people keep it, there must be something useful.

He turned around with his hands behind his back and continued to pick up the scroll, his shadow slantingly reflected on the ground.

The air was quiet, and everything was as quiet as if nothing had happened.

The flames in the furnace continued to dance and intensified.

**
South Plains border.

After crossing the cliff and passing through the dense forest, you will arrive at the border of Nanyuan.

The terrain of Nanyuan is remote and the road is bumpy, so you can only go on foot.

The dense forests that pass by are often infested by poisonous snakes and ferocious beasts. Therefore, Nanyuan has always been able to enjoy stability alone. Because of the dangerous terrain, it is rare for a large number of troops to press down from the edge of Nanyuan.

Ling Xue looked at the city gate ahead, pursed her lips, and hesitated, "Girl, are you really not going to tell Queen Beiyu?"

With the help of Empress Beiyu, he would definitely be able to convince Emperor Beiyu.

With Bei Yu's support, they might have a better chance of winning.

Feng Yanyan was indifferent.

She remembered that Bian Zhouzi also asked her this question before leaving Medicine King Valley.

Indeed, if Beiyu can help, it will indeed be more powerful.

But the last thing she wanted was for her to know.

She didn't want her to know that she had fought bloody battles, and she didn't want her to know that she had blood on her hands.

She just wanted her to know that she was the shopkeeper of the prosperous Fengming Tower in the middle of Beijing.

In this life, it is a good luck to meet each other, and then let everything stay in the capital.

She doesn't need her to share the hatred, let alone let her see the bloody storm wrapped in her body.

They met her at the best time, so let everything stop at that time.

That's it.

Beauty should never be stained with blood.

"Everything is arranged?"

"Yes," Ling Xue said, "everything has been arranged in the city."

"Let's go into town then."

With that said, Feng Yanyan took the lead and walked in front.

The outside of the city is magnificent, but there are few people in the city.

At this time, the dark sky covered half of it, Feng Yanyan and Ling Xue temporarily found an inn to settle down.

As soon as I took my seat and sat down, I heard the people at the next table discussing,
"Have you heard that the girl from the grandchildren's family disappeared yesterday!"

"Ah? Why did this happen again!"

"That's right. Originally, Sun and Wang's family had agreed on a marriage, and they would get married next month. It was a good thing yesterday, and people said it would be gone! This is the sixth incident of this month. No one is alive, no dead body. Yes, can you not make people panic!"

"Whoever says no, I don't know when this day will be the end."

Nanyuan regards women as the most respected, but recently, there are always women who have not left the court disappearing for no reason in the city. Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer women who dare to take to the streets.

Ling Xue rested her hand on her chin, and listened to their words with pricked ears.

Feng Yanyan lifted the corner of the veil slightly and took a sip of tea.

After the waiter in the shop served them, he took a last look, "Look at the two outfits, are they foreigners?"

Ling Xue rolled her eyes, "No, we are locals. We left for business for a few years, and now we just came back."

The waiter in the shop nodded obediently. It is not surprising that many people have gone out to do business in recent years, and many have returned.

"It seems that both of you are girls' families. The city is not peaceful today, you two should be careful."

Ling Xue frowned and smiled happily, "Thank you, brother."

However, it is not them who should be careful, but those who pretend to be ghosts~
The light of the sky was suppressed little by little, and gradually became as dark as ink, unable to cast a little light.

The winter in Nanyuan is warmer, probably because of the recent rumors, the originally bustling night market is sparsely populated.

The whole city was shrouded in eerie silence, but at this moment, the mansion of Great Witch Zhu was brightly lit.

The door of the room was pushed open, and the great witch Zhu put aside the nine-section copper rod with the head of a fish-patterned dove, took off his mask, and walked in slowly. He was wearing a thick crimson robe, and he couldn't hide that he was so thin that only a few bones remained. With a stooped body, about 60 years old, but there are many brown spots around the eye sockets, covered with half-white hair, slowly stepped into the inner room.

The inner room has already been tidied up by someone, and the person who was sent was dressed in red clothes and lay on the bed with five flowers tied up.

Seeing the figure on the bed, the great witch Zhu approached slowly, with a hoarse and old voice, "Beauty, wait for it, I'll come right away."

A corner of the bed curtain was lifted, and the tied woman was first surprised when she saw the person coming, and then panicked.

The great witch Zhu continued to move forward, stretching out his hand, the hand protruding from under the red robe was like cracked bark, old and lifeless.

His eyes were cloudy, and he tremblingly wanted to touch the beauty's shoulder, but before he could drop his hand, it was cut by the sharp knife.

The wound was so deep that half of his palm was almost cut off.

The great witch Zhu fell to the ground in pain, only then did he see the reflected light.

It's not a sharp blade, but a filament drawn in the air.

The great witch Zhu woke up suddenly, picked up his cane and looked around in a startled defense, "Who is it? Who is here, stand up quickly."

No one answered his words, only the candles in the room kept shaking.

The big witch Zhu saw that the person on the bed was still bound hands and feet, and it was difficult to turn over, let alone move, and subconsciously called out, "Come—" people.

Before he could say the second word, he was already trapped.

There are silver threads wrapped around the body, slender, but like sharp knives, directly cutting through the flesh and blood.

The white hand opened the red curtain, and a figure slowly came out from behind the curtain, wearing bright red neon clothes, and said quietly, "The most difficult thing to bear is the beauty's favor, the great witch Zhu is already very old, why doesn't he even understand this truth."

(End of this chapter)