"This..." The emperor was a little unclear. Looking at the dust in front of him, he was speechless in surprise.
"Sanwei True Fire." The national teacher frowned slightly and said lightly, but no one other than the Yan Clan could control the Sanwei True Fire. Judging from the spiritual power conveyed by the flame just now, he was not a member of the Yan Clan. , who is this person? Suddenly a figure appeared in my mind, could it be him
"Young Master, don't tell me, it's him." Lan Ling appeared out of thin air next to Beichen Moxuan, and asked with a look of fear, praying non-stop in his heart, it must not be him.
"Young Master, don't talk anymore, what you say will easily make me jump directly into the Wangchuan River." Lu Ling appeared on the other side of Beichen Moxuan, with a poop expression on his face, and said with a wry smile.
"I also have a headache, why is it him?" Beichen Moxuan, who was at the back of the crowd, raised his hand and rubbed his slightly aching head. He was familiar with the spiritual power conveyed by the flame just now. He smiled helplessly. Smile, it's fun now.
The setting sun drew a beautiful landscape in the air. The fire had already been extinguished, and the woman in the flame had turned to ashes. The turmoil finally got some stability.
The emperor's holy chariot had already left. The national teacher stood in front of the pile of ashes and pondered for a long time, but he stroked his gray beard, and his eagle eyes were filled with emotions that others could not understand. He sighed softly and took his own The Daotong left quietly.
The people gradually dispersed, and the soldiers who stayed behind began to clean up the mutilation in the central square. Everyone had a happy smile on their faces. The big stone that had been pressing on their hearts for so long finally fell, as if Luo Qingrou's death represented them. There will be no more disasters to come.
Baili Liumo is still the same as before. He is dressed in a hidden blue python robe. He has the demeanor of a king in every gesture. Standing on the high platform, he gives orders coldly. The people in front of him come and go, but no one can enter him. In the depths of his eyes, except for her.
The people dispersed, only one person stood still, with a smile on his lips, he looked at everything in the square lightly, raised his eyes to face each other, the smile on his lips stagnated for a moment, he silently looked away, the bright red The lips drew a beautiful arc, turned elegantly, and left without any nostalgia.
Baili Liumo's eyes sank slightly, looking at her back with an indescribable feeling, he moved his fingers, as if he wanted to reach out and hold her, and pursed his lips, as if he wanted to speak and leave her behind , rolled his eyes, did nothing after all, watched her leave, and left a series of footprints in the snow. He is not in a hurry, he has a lifetime with her.
On the occasion of spring, when winter comes to spring, the capital city...
When the snow melts, the season for the recovery of all things arrives, and the cold winter leaves quietly, the ceremonial maids in the palace also unknowingly live in the Jinnan Palace, and teach all the etiquette and wedding matters to the soon-to-be married. Dingguo County Lord. The people also put up lanterns for it and send their blessings in this form. King Jinnan's fifty boxes of betrothal gifts were all sent to the Prime Minister's Mansion in early March. Except for some of the gifts on the Leng Yetong gift list, Baili Liumo added more rich betrothal gifts to it, among which the degree of luxury was not high. It goes without saying.
In Luoyan Pavilion, the incense burner curled up with green smoke, and the fragrance lingered in the whole room. Leng Yetong was lying on his side on the concubine chair, tea and cakes were placed on the small table by his hand, and he was covered with a pale pink cloak. Holding a book of medical techniques, his eyes narrowed on the small print on it, and he carefully considered it.