Queen is the top

Snowflakes of goose feathers fluttered down one after another, covering the world, covering the vast land, turning the world into a piece of snow white.

In an octagonal gazebo by the West Lake, a middle-aged man wearing a brown velvet cloak stands with his hands behind his back, not afraid of the severe cold that the cold wind blows from time to time, looking at the vast lake with vicissitudes and complex pupils , half a smile.

After a long time, the aura of a familiar person appeared behind him, causing a kind smile to appear on the corner of his mouth.

"Master."

It was a young and handsome voice that called him. The middle-aged man turned his neck slightly, turned sideways slowly, looked at the person and nodded, his tone was full of kindness, "Ami, you are here."

The man named Ami was dressed in a dark red brocade jacket with embroidered patterns and a gray mink fur collar around his neck. He always had an unexplained smile on his face. The light that flashed in his eyes from time to time was very similar to that of a middle-aged man. Gou said softly, "Master, He Yuansheng wants to pass the throne to He Jingyi."

The middle-aged man lowered his eyes, a trace of mockery flashed in his eyes, and he nodded. There was no emotion on his face, and it was impossible to guess what he was thinking at this time.

He raised his chin slightly, and his sarcastic tone was filled with deep coldness, "He Yuansheng really passed the throne to He Jingyi, hum, he is really not worthy to be emperor, he is willing to be He Zhaocheng's lackey, even Jiangshan is willing to hand over to his son."

Ami also made a deep sneer, and snorted coldly, "Whether it is He Yuansheng or He Jingyi, they will eventually die in the hands of Master."

The middle-aged man took a step forward, looked at the snowflakes falling outside the pavilion, and said with a sneer, "They should have died a long time ago, let's save their lives for now, and I will go pick them up in person in the future."

Ami nodded, showing a smile that was bound to win, "Master is the Dacheng King of Qi, the future emperor! Sooner or later, this country will belong to Master."

It turned out that this middle-aged man was the king of Qi He Yuanji who had been hunted down by Cheng Yingzong and He Jingyi. After Changping's plan failed, he fled all the way to the south of the Yangtze River and hid himself by the West Lake. King Qi thought that the Zijin Sect had already exposed its base area, and only by going far away, by coincidence, by going beyond the expectations of Cheng Yingzong and He Jingyi, would there be hope of avoiding the pursuit and re-planning, and hope of starting all over again.

"En." King Qi seemed very satisfied with his words, turned his chin to look at his handsome face, and said kindly, "How is the matter going?"

Ami lowered her eyes slightly, then raised them quickly again, frowning her brows, as if there was trouble entangled between her brows, "There is no progress yet, but the location of those things has almost been found."

King Qi sighed slightly, turned around slightly, "This matter is a secret, very few people know about it, and naturally there are few clues, so it is really difficult to find out, but if we get those few things, let alone a big success." , even the northern countries can be taken together!"

His chest was full of ambitions, and he looked at the blue sky dotted with white feathers from a distance, and said, "Emperor Taizong's unfulfilled last wish, I hope that one day I can fulfill it for him!"

Hearing this, Ami's blood boiled, her eyes sparkled, she cupped her hands abruptly, and said loudly, "Yes, Master, this disciple will definitely do his best!"

King Qi turned his head, looked at him with relief, took a step forward, clapped his hands on his shoulders, and showed a smile that only they could understand each other, "Of course I believe you."

Ami raised her head and returned the same smile, nodded, full of confidence and solemnity.

Suddenly, a figure flashed behind the two of them and stopped. The man was dressed in Japanese ninja costume, his whole body was covered by a black cloth, and he carried a long knife on his back. Only a pair of eyes that could not see clearly were exposed, and he knelt down on one knee in front of Ami. I saluted.

Ami turned around and looked at the person coming, her face no longer showed the respect she had when she treated King Qi, but turned cold and arrogant, and said with disdain, "What's the matter?"

The ninja lowered his head, respectfully took out a wax-sealed letter from his bosom, put it in front of Ami with both hands, and said, "Your Majesty the Crown Prince, the Emperor has a letter for you!"

Ami's strange eyes flashed, and she lowered her eyes to look at the letter in his hand. Seeing that it was pinched in his hand, she snorted from her nostrils, "Well, I see, you step back."

The ninja respectfully dared not look up at him, cupped his hands, and responded respectfully, "Yes!"

Then the figure flashed and disappeared in front of the two of them.

Ami turned the letter left and right in her hand, her eyes moved accordingly, she opened the letter with a sarcasm smile, glanced at it coldly, crumpled the letter into a ball, and exerted a little force on the palm of the hand that clenched the ball of paper. The ball turned into fine powder, and as he let go of his palm, it fluttered down and scattered, and was blown by the cold wind again, and was sent to the dark green lake, unlike other snowflakes that melted at the touch. Instead, it sinks and floats with the surface of the water until it completely dissipates.

"Hmph." Ami snorted coldly, "Old man who is dying, don't tell me what to do and what not to do."

King Qi slightly slanted his eyes, glanced at Ami, showed a doting smile, and looked away again and continued to look at the few black canopies parked on the lake on the West Lake. He could vaguely see one or two figures, one blue and one white, from the canopy. Drilled out from the inside, standing on the bow of the boat together, it seems that two literati are enjoying the beautiful snow scene on the lake.

There is no lack of such literati in the south of the Yangtze River, so he just regarded it as the scenery imprinted in the West Lake, distant mountains, and flying snow. Beautiful scenery elsewhere.

But he didn't notice that when he turned his head away, the two literati standing on the solitary boat gave his silhouette a meaningful look, then communicated in the air, and nodded slightly to each other , Bowed again and got into the tent again.