Snow fell in Mo Di for three consecutive days, and the fighting and burning that night were covered by pure white snow.

In the heavy snow, a group of messenger soldiers galloped against the wind and snow, and the sea holly was circling in the sky.

Mo Di Maharaja Di Bo sat on the throne with a gloomy face, he had already received the news from Hai Dongqing before that.

The soldiers kneeling below to deliver the letter, trembling under the majesty's anger, bit the bullet and told the details of "King Zuo Xian was decapitated, the two battalions of Axe and Gu Shi were attacked and killed and injured 40,000 people",He didn't dare to say a word more.

Di Boang is seven feet tall, taller than Di Xiao, and at this age, he is still full of heroism.

He is the most outstanding warrior in Mo Di for hundreds of years. With his own power, he unified all the tribes in the desert and became the maharaja who everyone expected.

During the years of his reign, the orders of the royal court can be conveyed to every grassland, and even the remote tribes will bow down to him.

He is a ferocious wolf who has been watching Dajing's land all his life.From the day he ascended the throne, he tore up the contract with Dajing, and no longer recognized Dajing's territory.His lifelong goal is to lead the wolves of Mo Di to conquer the sheep of Da Jing in the south.

Di Bo is already in his fifties. He had many brothers and many sons.He indulged his brothers and sons to fight all these years, and finally chose Di Xiao.

Was killed?!

No one in the king's tent dared to speak, and the Guizhou leader and the warriors were separated from each other, and everyone dared not even breathe.

Quiet suffocation.

Di Bo pulled out his scimitar suddenly, and chopped off the hardwood desk with one blow.

The wine vessel on the case fell to the ground, he strode out from the middle of the case, and said in a deep voice: "The prince of Beiyuan killed my brother, Prince Da Jing killed my son, and 40,000 of my soldiers were buried in their insidious surprise attack.It is an eternal enmity, and Mo Di will not let it go."

Two days later, Mo Di Royal Court welcomed a long-lost guest.

Originally, Di Bo didn't need to meet guests of this level in person, but he didn't have a prince who could take charge, so he could only invite people to Wang's account.

The person who came was Mangrong's second prince Xu Xuan, who was not yet thirty years old, dressed in exquisite mink fur and a white fur hat, walking with his hands behind his back, paying great attention to his manners.

"Xu Xuan." Di Bo looked down on this mangrong bastard prince. In his opinion, King Mangrong Khan was so fascinated by the Da Jing woman that he lost his mind, and actually praised such a son with Dajing's blood.He stared at the other party and said, "You Khan and I still have some friendship. If you are not here on behalf of your Khan, it would be rude to come to see this Lord abruptly."

Xu Xuan's appearance was more like Dajing's, much more refined than Hu's.He has the same black hair as the Da Jing man, and his stature is between that of the Da Jing man and the Mangrong man, and because he has spoken Da Jing dialect with his mother all the year round, the Mangrong dialect he speaks is a little more refined.Mo Bei seemed out of place when he opened his mouth.

Xu Xuan probably has received strange looks over the years, and he didn't feel scared at all, but enjoyed this kind of difference.Standing in the king's tent with a folding fan in his hand, he said with a smile on his face, "Little Wang can come because of King Khan's approval."

Di Bo had heard about the merits of the Mangrong Right Wise King. The defense of Yunhu Lake five years ago was planned by Xu Xuan. Because he had read the Da Jing poems and books, this prince implemented a lot of Da Jing policies in Mangrong.The Shaomang Rong people were full.

When Di Bo and Di Xiao were still together, he didn't dislike Xu Xuan, but he lost his best son. At this moment, he felt old and lonely, and seeing Xu Xuan only felt dazzling.

He said bluntly: "Do you have a token from your Khan?"

"This is a gift from Father Khan." Xu Xuan took out a dagger inlaid with gems and said, "Please accept it, Your Majesty."

Di Bo asked his personal guard to take it away, and then said: "Tell me, what are you doing here?"

Xu Xuan glanced around at the nobles and warriors present, pursed his lips and remained silent.

Di Bo waved his hand to make people retreat.

When the nobles left, they looked at Xu Xuan very unfriendly. They couldn't understand this bastard prince who was proud of having Da Jing's blood.

Xu Xuan turned a deaf ear to the whispers of the nobles, and when only Di Bo and his personal guards were left in the king's tent, he held his fan and said, "Today I'm here to speak heart-to-heart with Mang Rong's friend. Modi's situation is not right now.No better than Mang Rong, your neighbor Xijing has also become an aggressive beast like Beiyuan. Niangziguan has been opened, Xijing and Beiyuan are no longer separated, and the coaches of Beiyuan and Xijing are both Song family, and the northwest of Dajing has been connected as one, what we are now facing is a common enemy.”

Di Bo felt the conceit of the other party, which made him feel very uncomfortable.In the past, even if Prince Mangrong Khan came, he had to be very polite when speaking to him, but now a prince born from a concubine dared to make a long speech in front of them.

Di Bo showed disdain, stared at each other and said: "We Mo Di are different from you Mangrong. You were beaten by a woman and almost handed over to the Fourteen Continents of Yunhu Lake. Shenju Mountain is difficult to climb. You have such a unique barrier, to be afraid of the Snow-Treading Army!"

Xu Xuan felt heavy oppression.Mo Di has always been friends with them, and Mo Di has stronger cavalry than Mangrong, which makes Mangrong Khan always unable to hold his head up in front of Mo Di Maharaja.

But Xu Xuan didn't come here to ask for help, he said not to be outdone, "Didn't Mo Di also have Dinghou Mountain? He was penetrated by the Canglong Army a few days ago. It's like Song Yuexiao's detour to Shenju Mountain to test Mang Rong."Is the side uncomfortable?"

Xu Xuan is not a subject of Modi, he has no fear of Di Bo, he wants to show the nobility of the Mangrong royal family, he said lightly: "The Canglong Army and the Snow-Treading Army are in the same line, they are all evil dragons with great appetites, if we don'tKill the Canglong Army while it is still young, and when it grows up and crosses the mountain, we will have no power to resist. Moreover, the Canglong Army and the Snow-Treading Army are from the same lineage, and they will become one.Together, our borders will all become the prey of the evil dragon. Majesty, you have finally made Mo Di and Da Jing equal, do you still want to crawl under Dajing's feet again? Dajing's prince is only nineteen years old, youDo you want to bow down to a yellow-haired kid?"

"Prince Da Jing is just a female plaything under a man, as long as he is a man, he will not be willing to bend his noble knee to him." Di Bo was furious, stood up from the throne and said, "He killed meI heard that he took out my son's heart and finally decapitated my son. This is the most excessive humiliation to Mo Di, and I want him to dismember his body and pay it back."

"Yes, he killed the Maharaja's son." Xu Xuan didn't flinch when Di Bo approached, he watched Di Bo and said, "In these years, Di Xiao has never had an opponent, but he died under the sword of Prince Da Jing. MajestyDon't underestimate Prince Da Jing. Prince Da Jing's beauty is not weakness, but can capture the strongest man in the world. You can see that Song Beiming is dedicated to him; his youth is not a weakness, but his fiercest blade.He will not tell you about the humility of the wise and the elders. He is young and arrogant, and has no scruples. He only stares at your head. If the Maharaja does not attack him first, his next goal is to come to the royal courtyour head."

Di Bo stopped in front of Xu Xuan, pulled out the dagger inlaid with gems, and said in the sharp cold light: "He has abandoned the etiquette that Da Jing people are proud of, but as the prince of DajingHe is more ferocious than a demon, which will make him lose his foundation, and make me feel nothing to fear."

"Prince Da Jing is cruel, that's what makes him terrible. Don't forget, Majesty, he is still Dajing's number one scholar, and he is a leader among young officials in terms of poetry and etiquette. He is good at both civil and military, good and evil.He can switch between a gentleman and a devil at will, which will make the opponent at a loss. He paved the way to the top with poetry and blood all the way, and he is far more terrifying than any other Da Jing emperor." Xu Xuan accepted the threat of the blade light and usedThe peaceful words reminded Di Bo.

The light and darkness in Di Bo's eyes were uncertain. He had actually started to observe Yan Xi a long time ago. The keenness of the chief wolf gave him a premonition of the arrival of the real king, so he was more eager than anyone else to eliminate the threat before the crown prince ascended the throne.He looked at Xu Xuan, and said dangerously: "So what do you want to say on this trip?"

Xu Xuan smiled in understanding, and said arrogantly: "My concubine mother and the queen mother of Prince Dajing were close friends in the boudoir. They helped each other grow up before they came out of the cabinet. During the defense of Yunhu five years ago, weMang Rong claimed to have obtained the information through an absolutely private channel, and then deliberately hinted at it to the Song family. The news spread quickly, and people in Dajing immediately thought that the favored imperial concubine betrayed the country. This is what we buried in DajingA deep thorn in his heart can make both Bei Yuan and Jing both renounced."

Di Bo had also heard that there were traitors in the Da Jing court during the defense of Yunhu Lake, but he didn't expect that there was such a relationship, and he didn't expect that the layout was dominated by the prince in front of him with a bad background.

He began to look at Xu Xuan differently, put his finger on the edge of the blade, as if casually playing with it, and said, "What do you want to do?"

"Beiyuan deeply hates Emperor Tianxi and Empress Roujia. They hate the Da Jing royal family, especially Empress Roujia's children. The blood debt of fifty thousand soldiers in the Snow-Treading Army is an irreparable crack. The Song family hates the person surnamed Yan.No matter who is the emperor of the Yan family, Beiyuan will not accept it, especially Yan Xi. We are waiting for the day when Beiyuan rebels, and Da Jing will fall into a state of fragmentation, so that Mangrong will have a chance. However, Prince Da Jing usedMy own body has captured the prince of Beiyuan." Xu Xuan said sarcastically, "My strategy is only one step away from success, and no one can imagine that Prince Da Jing will do this. I told the majesty about this today because I wanted toMajesty please see the sincerity of my cooperation."

Di Bo is a cunning wolf. He asked the most crucial question: "If we cooperate, King Mangrong Khan must come forward. Can you represent your father Khan?"

Xu Xuan seemed to have expected it a long time ago, smiled calmly, and took out a letter written by King Mangrong Khan from his sleeve.

Di Bo put away the dagger, took out the letter, and quickly glanced at it. His sharp eyes examined Xu Xuan for a long time before he said, "Why did you do this?"

Xu Xuan was like a cunning fox, revealing his ambition hidden under his gentle appearance. He smiled kindly and said, "Because I have a royal brother Xu Yuan who is born in the same family, I want to make great achievements., let him out completely."

Di Bo felt that he had taken advantage of the opponent's weakness, which made him feel very useful. He said in a low voice: "Then I can talk to your brother Wang, why should this matter go through your hands?"

Xu Xuan was not surprised, but said complacently: "Because I am Mangrong's right virtuous king, and my brother is nothing, as long as I don't allow people to go to the position of Zuo virtuous king, the last throneIt’s mine. I’ve moved to a more favorable position than my brother Wang, and I believe Majesty will know how to choose.”

Only beneficial exchanges are reliable. In this game, Di Bo got the chips to control the situation. He finally nodded and said, "Where do you want to start?"

Xu Xuan walked to the sand table in the king's tent, pointed to the position of Xisanwei, and said, "Wei Tai and Yan Yu are not direct descendants of Prince Dajing, and this is currently the weak point of the Canglong Army."

Di Bo had set up a small flag here long before Xu Xuan came, and he didn't mind having an extra helper, so he laughed and said, "That's right, it's just what I want."

Yan Xi had a high fever for days.

This time, he didn't have any nightmares in his stupor. In his dreams, he no longer chased and cried, but sat quietly by a river with no end in sight.

He sat there alone, waiting for a ship that would come to pick him up.

His reflection in the river was wearing a high school uniform. He was so happy that he thought he was going home. When he looked closer to the water, he saw his face in front of the book.

This is who I am.

So, I'm going to die, can I go back?

However, I haven't finished the task yet?

Am I going back like this, just back into my own dying body?

Yan Xi stared at the river in a daze, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar "self".

Someone was calling him all the time.

He looked behind him, and the sound of horseshoes kept lingering in his ears. It was the sound of hooves blown by the north wind and snow, circling him from far and near, as if he couldn't find the way to him.

Yanxi shouted in the river wind: "Mengze?"

He heard Song Beiming's response: "Where are you?"

Yan Xi glanced around, and found that the river was ordinary except for the depth of the water. There were all willow trees on the bank, and some willow branches were hanging in the water.He didn't know when he had a newly folded willow branch in his hand. Thinking of its meaning, he let go as if he had been scalded. He threw the willow branch into the river and stared blankly at it drifting away with the water waves..

Yan Xi looked at the folded willow and said dejectedly, "I don't know where I am, there is a river here."

Song Beiming's voice came: "I'll look for you along the river, wait for me."

Yan Xi didn't know how long she had been waiting, but the sound of horseshoes kept ringing persistently. Yan Xi waited anxiously, looked at the sky and said, "Mengze, it's getting dark."

"I'm here." Song Beiming's voice was suddenly very close.

Yan Xi turned his head and saw Song Beiming coming on horseback. The strange thing was that Song Beiming had turned into a sixteen-year-old boy, and... was wearing the same school uniform as him, and his hairstyle was the short hair of a modern boy.

Yan Xi was stunned.

Xiao Shizi hugged Beifeng indifferently, looked at him and said, "Who are you? Why are you dressed so strangely? Your hair is so short? You don't look like people here."

"I am... Yanxi." Yan Xi didn't know how to introduce herself, so she could only say the name shared by the two identities.

"You are Yan Xi." Xiao Shizi remembered, "I came to kill you."

Yan Xi was startled, and then laughed in relief: "Then you come and kill."

Xiao Shizi frowned and looked at him: "I haven't killed you yet, why are you crying?"

Yan Xi raised his hands and touched the wet tears on his face. He didn't know when he cried, and broke through his tears and said with a smile: "I'm happy to cry. You came to kill me, I'm very happy."

Xiao Shizi felt that this person was unreasonable, so he said with a straight face: "You are going to die, what is there to be happy about?"

"If I die at this age, I won't have any embarrassments in the future." Looking at Xiao Shizi's handsome face and the youthful and sunny appearance of a modern high school boy, Yan Xi said with a smile, "And you will be happy all your life..”

"You are a strange person," Xiao Shizi said angrily instead of being happy when he heard it, "very annoying."

Yan Xi chuckled and asked, "What's so annoying?"

"You are in a high position, but you still pretend to be weak and helpless." Xiao Shizi frowned and said, "Your eyes say you want to kill me, but you are still showing weakness to me. You are a strange and difficult person to deal with."

"You'd better kill me now." Yan Xi remembered that he had indeed treated Song Beiming like this before, he couldn't help but stare at Xiao Shizi, the smile on his face gradually faded, and said in a deep voice, "In the future, you will kill me even more.not me."

The sad wind lifted up, and the simple lines on the scabbard seemed to have mysterious power.

Beifeng didn't get out of her sheath, but stopped in front of Yan Xi, Xiao Shizi said: "This place is dangerous, I can't take advantage of others' danger, take you away first, and then I will kill you."

Yan Xi turned her head and saw a white sail faintly showing at the end of the river. Is it the boat he was waiting for?

Seeing him walking towards the river, Xiao Shizi said, "Are you going to get on that boat? Won't you come with me?"

Yan Xi hesitated, he wanted to board the little white boat, but he was reluctant to part with Song Beiming.He looked back several times, and finally put his hand on the scabbard.

Xiao Shizi effortlessly pulled Yan Xi onto the horse's back.

Bei Feng startled Xue Nu and hissed his hooves, and in the suddenly fierce river wind, took Yan Xi away.

Reflected on the surface of the river are two high school students galloping against the wind.

Wearing blue and white school uniforms, they rushed to school as if they were going to be late.

Song Beiming is the only one in Yan Xi's dream this time.

When he was awake, it was Song Beiming who was calling him, and when he was asleep, it was Song Beiming who was hugging him. Song Beiming chased away his nightmares, and Song Beiming dominated everything about him.

He woke up drenched in sweat, and when he turned his head, he met Song Beiming's face.

Song Beiming couldn't sleep well at night, and whenever Yan Xi moved, he would sit up.

It was late at night, and there was also a lamp in the room, which was placed far away, and could see things slightly.

Song Beiming leaned over, brushed away Yanxi's wet hair, and tried the temperature on his forehead. Yan Xi seemed to have lost some heat. He asked softly, "Did you dream again?"

Yan Xi smelled Song Beiming's breath, "dry" seemed to be stronger than before, Yan Xi's hand was fixed on one side, he couldn't move, his face was pressed against Song Beiming's palm, and he nodded weakly.

Song Beiming took the water beside the couch, fed Yan Xi with a small spoon and drank half a cup, and said, "You look at me like this, are you dreaming of me?"

On Yan Xi's pale face, her jet-black eyes were the only color.

He stared blankly at Song Beiming, wanting to say something, but he didn't have the strength to say it, so he could only cry silently.

Song Beiming was heartbroken by his crying, and gently wiped away his tears and said: "Stop crying, I will give you everything when you recover from your injury."

"No... I want to...." Yan Xi's throat was burning uncomfortably, but he choked out these three words.

He can't afford it anymore.

Yan Xi burned for seven days.

He was sicker than last time, and when his fever finally subsided, he was so thin that only a thin layer remained, and when he raised his hand, his knuckles turned white, as if they would shatter if touched.

He woke up at dawn that day, and lightly hooked Song Beiming's finger that was resting beside him.

Song Beiming stayed up most of the night and just fell asleep when this slight movement woke him up. He put his arms on both sides of Yan Xi and saw Yanxi's eyes regained clarity.

A little joy appeared on his face that had been clouded for several days, as if he was afraid of breaking the hard-won improvement, he said softly, "Are you awake?"

Yan Xi had no strength and couldn't move, so he could only blink slightly, and said slowly: "I stopped dreaming last night."

Seeing that there were no tears in the corners of Yan Xi's eyes, Song Beiming relaxed a little.

He had only fed the medicine an hour ago, so there would be nothing to feed him, but he was still worried, wiped his face, got up to fetch water, Yan Xi gently grabbed the hem of his clothes.

Song Beiming stared at Yan Xi every day, and he could see Yan Xi's slight improvement at a glance. At this moment, Yan Xi's lips finally had a light color.what?"

Yan Xi said: "I dreamed that you wanted to kill me."

Song Beiming was slightly taken aback, thinking of killing Yan Xi twice five years ago, he asked frankly, "Then did I kill you?"

"No, you saved me instead." Yan Xi showed a faint smile, his body was still weak, but he had a serious illness, and looking at Song Beiming again seemed like a lifetime away.He had to say something to confirm that he was still in this lingering love, "Just like when you came to the imperial mausoleum to kill me five years ago, you have been my hero since then."

"That's your luck." Song Beiming blushed in a rare way, and said, "When I caught up with me, I was young and kind-hearted, and I still had unrealistic compassion. If you met the future me, I would neverWhether you are guilty or not, as long as I think you are guilty, I will kill you."

"No." Yan Xi understood his entanglement with Song Beiming in a dream, "After that, you will have Ku, and I will have Rong, Ku Rong is destined to be entangled, you will be attracted to me, you willLike me, will love me, you are not willing to kill me."

"..." Song Beiming heard Yanxi analyze their relationship for the first time, and Yanxi's sudden behavior made him uneasy.He fell silent for a moment, and stared at Yan Xi for a long time in the distance where the breath intertwined.

He is not reconciled.

He is still not sure whether this person who is completely possessed by him loves him or not.

He had warned himself over and over again that he could not force Yan Xi, and he had a vague feeling that His Royal Highness, who was like a moon god, could not be restrained by ordinary things in the world.

In love he felt alone.

Especially when Zi Yuan and Wei Chifeng talked about Yan Xi's methods in the life-and-death assassination in the exchange market, he felt that he was getting farther and farther away from Yan Xi.

Yanxi's ruthlessness and fragility are so distinct, it makes people addicted, but they can't have it.

No one can control Yan Weiyu.

The moon god is still out of reach, and will return to the moon palace at a certain moment he missed.

But even though Song Beiming was so unwilling, he was not willing to embarrass Yan Xi.

He had enough reasons to be angry about Yan Xi's injury this time, and he even thought about asking Yan Xi to write a letter to promise not to do it again.

But when the man opened his eyes, all he wanted was to hug him.

Song Beiming looked away in frustration, and buried his head in Yan Xi's neck.

Yan Xi tilted her head and followed Song Beiming.

Gently hook Song Beiming's finger with his uninjured finger.

Song Beiming said helplessly, "Yan Weiyu, what do you want from me?"

The corners of Yan Xi's lips curled up slightly. He smelled Song Beiming's scent, and slowly loosened his brows that were slightly frowned due to pain, and exhaled softly, "I love you, Song Beiming."

At this moment, dawn broke in the east, and the seven-day strong wind in the west stopped.

Outside, Wang'an had already got up, and was whispering to the attendants to prepare medicine and meals; the courtyard door at the other end of the inner courtyard opened, and Mr. Xiao Xia was sent in by Duyue, and knocked lightly on the door of Zhou Ci's room.

Zhou Ci woke up early, responded in a low voice inside, and quickly opened the door.

Farther away, in the office compound next door, Zi Yuan began to sleep well that night, Wei Chifeng came early in the morning to deliver medicine and water, and it was Han Yuqin who opened the door.

They chatted softly, saying that they wanted to report to the master that Zi Yuan was getting better, so that the master could rest assured.

Zhu Zhai woke up in the early morning.

The hanging curtain covered most of the light, and the fire dragon in the main room was burning like spring. Song Beiming froze under Yan Xi's breath, leaning forward and staring at the person below him.

Yan Xi raised his head, and slowly touched Song Beiming's lips.

The night candles left in the room flickered with ambiguous light, and Yan Xi burst into an affectionate smile after being seriously injured, the background of the smile was still pale, and he was tainted with the unique charm of the moon god in Gu Pan, and he confessed again: "II really love you, Song Mengze."