This spring in the capital has arrived slower than before.

Weeds stretched all over the sky, bent by the cold wind, and fell to the soles of people's feet, leaving only a dark creaking sound.

The sky was as gloomy as ever, as if the heavy snow that had just melted more than ten days ago showed signs of coming again.

This is the spring of the ninth year of Daili in the Ming Dynasty.

The streets were in chaos, with large numbers of teams from the Knight Riding Battalion coming and going non-stop. The sound of chains could be heard coming from the feet of people parading in the streets, making a jingling sound that startled the geese flying south.

And this spring last year, around this time, it was the same situation.

The difference is that the victors at that time were those who came later.

At that time, the emperor Zhu Yuchuan was stabbed to death by a traitor. If the new emperor Zhu Yuan ascended the throne, he would behead the entire family of Beixun General Li Dalie, who had conspired against the previous emperor and was guilty of an unforgivable crime. At that time, the prison car drove from the prison in the capital to the execution ground, heartbreaking.

The cries of the lungs were broken. The former Minister of Rites, who was over ninety years old, knelt on this barren grass for a whole day. In the end, his head hit the big drum of the execution ground, and blood spattered three feet. He was instantly

Before he died, he cried bitterly and accused the emperor of being treacherous, murdering his brother, and blaming Zhongliang. After that day, another snow fell in Shuntian Mansion in the capital, and it covered the bleeding bones.

But he could not conceal the anger of his loyal ministers and good generals.

Therefore, the benevolent prince Zhu Yan was favored. With the help of a group of ministers, he overthrew Zhu Ruo, who had killed his brother, and successfully took the throne. Once he reached the top, he became the supreme king.

After only fifteen days, Zhu Ruo fell from the clouds into the mire and died without a burial place.

The rebels and their families were put in the yoke and chained, and were looked down upon by the common people on the street.

At this moment, it seems that the same scene is playing out.

The third prince Zhu Qi and his cronies were strangled by various Qin kings and were destroyed in one fell swoop. The painful wails seemed to resound throughout the whole world and lasted for a long time.

Emperor Zhu Yan was always weak, and he inadvertently lost power. This gave the third prince Zhu Qi an opportunity to take advantage of him. Fortunately, Yan Zhan, the governor of the capital, returned to the court in time and rescued him from dire straits. His contribution is indispensable.

One month later, Yan Mansion.

At this time, spring is lingering, the fragrant aroma comes from the garden, and butterflies are flying among the flowers. At a glance, there are butterflies and flowers everywhere.

There are deep clouds in the sky, covering the scorching sun, and the breeze blows on your face, accompanied by the fragrance of flowers, cool and pleasant.

There is a stone table under the old banyan tree. On the chair next to the stone table, there is a woman in blue clothes sitting. The woman is about sixteen years old, with an oval face and dark eyebrows. She raises her head slightly, has a slender jade neck, and her skin is like mutton-fat white jade.

, a pair of clear eyes looked at the floating clouds in the distance, thin sunlight shining lightly into her dark pupils, her eyes were blurred, as fragile as flying flowers and jade.

On the stone table, there is a black baggage and a sword.

Suddenly, the woman's eyebrows moved slightly, as if she noticed something, she stood up.

The wind blew through the trees, and the woman's hair danced with the wind. The dark green belt that bound her slender waist also fluttered. There seemed to be a faint fragrance of flowers in the clothes.

The woman turned around and looked at the visitor, with no emotion visible in her clear eyes.

"You're here." She opened her lips gently.

The clouds in the sky are so pale that they are almost invisible, and the green grass falls aside in the wind. Between the deep blue is a pair of black boots with golden lines. The owner of the boots has black hair and dark eyes, and the hem of his moon-white robe

The wind blew slightly, and a few rays of sunlight fell through the magnolia leaves. The white petals falling from nowhere brushed his face, swirling and dancing like clouds of smoke.

There was a quiet wisdom beyond his age hidden between his picturesque brows. The man walked over with a calm face, his thin lips slightly pursed, and the girl's delicate and beautiful face was reflected in his dark eyes.

He stood there without speaking, and the girl did not speak for a moment. A few wisps of wind blew by, picking up a few leaves on the ground and whizzing by.

"Yan Zhan."

Xin Yue looked at the man in front of him and spoke.

"Huh?" Yan Zhan stared at her without blinking, his calm eyebrows turned slightly cold, and he looked a little cold, "What's the matter?"

"I……"

"Did you eat well?" Yan Zhan interrupted Xin Yue.

Xin Yue was stunned and nodded.

"Did you sleep peacefully?"

Xin Yue took a breath and said as calmly as possible: "Yan Zhan, you are very good to me, I know, but..."

"Are you satisfied with your stay?" Yan Zhan's eyes were dark and he interrupted Xin Yue again.

Xin Yue didn't speak anymore. She took a step back and wanted to pick up the baggage and sword on the table. The meaning of her actions was obvious.

Yan Zhan stepped forward and snatched the baggage and sword she was going to get before her.

Xin Yue frowned slightly: "You are now highly valued by the emperor and will no longer be in any danger. And I have recovered my health here as you wished. I am ready to leave, Yan Zhan."

When she spoke, she spoke very softly and slowly. Her soft voice was very pleasant, but it was mixed with a determination that could not be rejected.

"It's hard to refuse such hospitality, but I still have my own things to do. Thank you for your warm hospitality over the past few days. Goodbye."

Seeing that Yan Zhan still didn't respond, Xin Yue raised his head slightly and frowned a little:

"So, give me my stuff back, okay?"

Yan Zhan ignored her, just shook his head and said: "Stay for a few more days."

"You said the same thing when I was leaving a few days ago."

Xin Yue said calmly.

"Why do we have to leave?" Yan Zhan took a step forward and looked at Xin Yue.

At this moment, Yan Zhan's eyes were so dark that it reminded Xin Yue of that night on the boat. The look in his eyes when he grabbed her wrist and surrounded her between him and the wall was the same as now.

, sparkling and eye-catching, implying a kind of strength that no one can refuse.

Xin Yue also took a step back and distanced herself from him. Her voice was no longer gentle and soft as before, but became a little cold, as if frost had condensed on it.

"I have something to do."

"What can happen to you?" Yan Zhan asked in a loud voice, his eyes never moving from her face.

Xin Yue frowned slightly, her voice a little cold:

"You have changed, Yan Zhan. It feels so hard for me to talk to you these days."

Yan Zhan's face turned pale, and a cold feeling quickly overwhelmed him. He seemed to have woken up, looking at her eyes like looking at a stranger.

"That's all, let's go."

Yan Zhan didn't know what to say, so he handed the thing in his hand to her.

Yes, he also felt that he had changed. The change made him feel strange.

Why do you think of keeping her by your side? Why do you hope that she will never leave?

Why does the thought of her never forgetting Chu Zhiling make him so inexplicably angry, an anger that he can't possibly control?

Why do you want to tell her that in fact you don't have to go anywhere, you don't have to do anything, you don't have to wander around, just stay here, stay with me?
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