Xiaoyun Shurui, Bianjing finally received a heavy snowfall in November. The rustling snowflakes fell on the window lattice and formed crystal ice flowers, which contrasted with the winter plum blossoms inside the courtyard wall.
Xingfang sat on the steps of the inner hall with her cheeks in her hands, counting the plum blossoms boredly, and then she sighed quietly.
In previous years, when winter came, the princess would definitely invite everyone to go out for a snowball fight. Considering the dignity of the clan, the princess could only sit aside in a polite manner most of the time, but she always enjoyed it and giggled when she saw everyone messing around.
There is no airs at all.
And now...
Xingfang heard from Jing'er that the princess was probably suffering from amnesia. In fact, this kind of situation has happened before, ranging from half a cup of tea to an hour. However, this time she fell asleep for such a long time, and she still fell asleep after a night.
There are no signs of waking up.
For a good person like the princess, why do bad people always want to harm her?
Xingfang gathered up a ball of snow and threw it out as if to vent her anger, as if the culprit was right in front of her.
Thinking of this, the wound on her arm seemed to be affected again. She frowned slightly and opened her cuffs. The dark blue sword mark embedded in her arm became slightly darker.
This sword mark was left last night during a fight with the female assassin who wielded a dagger. I didn't feel any pain at that time, but when I felt it, the sword energy had eroded into my meridians, like maggots in the tarsal bones, which couldn't be discharged. It was really
The Qi can barely protect the heart channels, and it will probably not heal after months of rest.
But she was lucky. There were many people in the princess's palace who were more seriously injured than she was, and even the guest suffered a lot of damage.
Huh, that Burial Sword Mountain man is a famous family in Daliang in vain, but his actions are so vicious. I will not be a human being unless I take revenge.
Xingfang was thinking wildly when suddenly there was a rustling sound in the corridor. She came back to her senses, stretched her neck and looked forward, and saw two figures walking far away from behind the Wude Hall.
One person was wearing the official uniform of Si Tianjian, with a tall figure, and the invisible aura surrounding him isolated the heavy snow in the sky.
The other person was dressed as a member of aristocratic family. He was dressed in white, with a folding fan hanging from his waist. He was walking like a dragon and a tiger, looking elegant and elegant.
Xingfang didn't pay much attention at first, but when she got a closer look at the young master's appearance, she stood up, murmuring her lips for a long time, stamped her feet, turned around and rushed into the inner hall.
The outside of the house is different from the inside. The hidden formations under the floor tiles make the inside feel like warm spring. At this time, many people are sitting or standing. There are two rows of seats on the left and right of the hall. Twenty-eight Sus, the Three Divisions Palace Commander... and some
Xingfang couldn't name the important person. She first saluted with ten thousand blessings, and then went straight into the warm tent in the center.
Jing'er was guarding the sleeping little princess when she saw Xingfang raising the curtain and rushing in. She was dissatisfied and said, "You can't be more steady for such a big person."
"The man..." Xingfang swallowed, and was so excited that she couldn't finish her words: "The man is here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a cloud of wind and snow rushed into the hall.
"who!"
['Who is it!' But there was a sound of surprise in the banquet, and everyone stood up. Everyone raised their eyes and looked around. Inside and outside the door, there was a cold and dense mist. It was morning and night, but they saw a person walking slowly through the fields.
There is snow rolling all around, what does it look like?]
[Just like a rising dragon swallowing the universe]
Ning Yan was just about to shake off the snow on his body, when he heard the narration that was so exciting, his movements were stagnant, and the veins on his forehead were twitching.
Bi Yuewu stood side by side with him. As soon as he entered the door, he raised his hands to Guo Wusuan who was sitting in the upper seat and said, "I'll tell you, Murong Fu has been brought here."
As soon as these words came out, Ning Yan felt that he had become the center of attention in an instant. The few people near Guo Wusuan who had closed their eyes to relax also opened their eyes and cast curious glances at him.
The three words "Murong Fu" can be said to be the words that have appeared most frequently in the newspapers of Da Zhou Di in recent months. Everyone wants to see the man who lives in Jiangnan, but they have always only heard of his name but never seen him.
And now, this legendary genius has finally come to the front of the stage from behind the scenes.
Bi Yuewu noticed something strange in the palace, and inadvertently moved forward and crossed in front of Ning Yan. Just as he was about to block everyone's inspection for him, he saw Guo Wusuan secretly nodded to him, hesitated for a moment, and then
Gave up the position.
This time, the peeping overtly and covertly became more and more undisguised, and dozens of divine thoughts hit Ning Yan as if no one was watching. However, the next moment, the expressions of many people present changed.
No matter how they mobilize their spiritual thoughts, they are like a cow in mud sinking into the sea, and they can't get to the bottom no matter how hard they probe!
Just by simply standing there, the young man in white gave people a sense of oppression that was not inferior to that of a master of Five Dou Xingjun's level.
Of course, it would be too outrageous to say that Murong Fu could compete with the Five Dou Xingjun at such a young age. Everyone thought that it was because of his special skills that he could achieve this. At that moment, some people couldn't help but shout: "What a master of fighting and turning the stars."
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However, Ning Yan didn't have time to care about what others thought of him. His eyes never moved since the beautiful figure emerged from behind the curtain.
Jing'er is much more haggard than before.
On the way here, Ning Yan had heard Bi Yuewu tell her that the little princess fell asleep for no reason, and all the affairs of the princess' mansion fell on Jing'er's shoulders. She had to clean up the mess while also withstanding the pressure from the court and the clan.
Under pressure, it is not easy to stand up and stabilize the morale of the military at this precarious moment.
Ning Yan thought he could deal with it calmly, but when he saw Jing'er again and saw the surprise, sorrow, exhaustion in her eyes... and many emotions that he couldn't understand, he couldn't help but feel pity in his heart.
Perhaps the two of them had been looking at each other for too long, and even Bi Yuewu was a little suspicious, so she quietly asked, "Do you have any grudge against Miss Jing?"
Ning Yan was stunned, but didn't know how to answer.
To be honest, he and Jing'er were probably somewhat ambiguous.
Things like feelings sometimes just don't make sense. Ning Yan doesn't know when Jing'er fell in love with him, just like he doesn't know when he fell in love with him. The fate between the two may have originated from a
Eggs may be due to a small talk or a hug on a flying boat...
Or maybe, for a moment, he did see the shadow of Chai Ruru in Jing'er.
Ning Yan himself knew that this was too unfair to Jing'er. He had left without saying goodbye because he didn't intend to get entangled with the master and servant of the princess' mansion again.
Unexpectedly, things in the world are unpredictable. He went all the way and returned to Zhulong Terrace.
Bi Yuewu sometimes looked at Jing'er, sometimes at Ning Yan, and her tone became impatient: "Hey, why is she still looking at you?"
Ning Yan looked away. No matter how thick-skinned he was, he felt inexplicably guilty when facing Jing'er's complicated eyes.
"I don't know. But we shouldn't have any grudge..."
"You really have no grudge?"
"At best, it's a bit of a misunderstanding."
Fortunately, Jing'er did not embarrass him in public, and still maintained a cold and arrogant attitude. She nodded slightly to the two of them and returned to the curtain, saying calmly: "Go on."
After all, Ning Yan was a foreign minister. Although he was summoned by the princess's palace, he could not enter the curtain without further summons, so he simply stood at the end of the seat with Bi Yuewu and waited quietly.
Taking this opportunity, he also happened to take stock of the situation in the palace. Leaving aside some acquaintances such as Kang Jinlong, he looked forward along the two rows of seats. At the place closest to the warm tent, there was a man in red shirt sitting alone.
The old man has a childlike face, but half of his face has traces of corrosion. Half of his face is covered by a gauze curtain, and vague scars can be seen on the edges.
The old man's skinny fingers were wrapped with several gold threads, and the other end of the gold threads extended into the warm tent, as if he was asking for a diagnosis.
Ning Yan observed for a while and secretly sent a message: "Who is that?"
Bi Yuewu said: "That is Dr. Zhao from the Imperial Medical Department. When he was young, he served as the protector of Tiannan Divine Sword Sect. He is good at both medicine and poison. His hand with golden thread hanging pulse is the best in the world. People in the Taoist priests call him ghost face, wolf heart, and nine lives.
Medicine demon."
"Later, when the Shen Dao Sect was destroyed, he was convinced by the late emperor and entered the palace as an imperial physician. He usually taught classes at the imperial physician's office and compiled medical books. You have never seen this, which is normal."
Ning Yan didn't expect that such a ruthless person would be punished, and couldn't help but sigh that the end of the universe was indeed a fabrication.
Bi Yuewu changed the topic, and then said: "It seems that you two have some connections."
Ning Yan glanced at him in surprise: "Why did you say that?"
"He is a drug demon and you are a sex demon, so there is a connection."
"fart!"
Guo Wusuan felt something and coughed lightly. Ning Yan and Bi Yuewu immediately calmed down, like primary school students who were caught whispering in class by their teacher. They just lowered their heads and pretended to be dead.
I don't know how long it took, but Imperial Physician Zhao suddenly rolled up his sleeves and took back the gold thread.
Jing'er saw this and asked hurriedly: "How?"
Doctor Zhao stroked his long beard, and with the heroic spirit of a Jianghu man, he said directly: "In reply to Miss Jing, I forgive the old man for his incompetence, but the princess's illness... cannot be cured."