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Seeing the rigor and humility, Shen Zhaoxue didn't want to make things difficult and just nodded to him.

"Master, let's go." Yan Jing pinched the sword hilt and handed it to Shen Zhaoxue.

Shen Zhaoxue took the sword he handed over, crossed her right hand, and bowed to him.

Although Shen Mu was extremely unwilling, she let him drag her away.

After returning to the tent, Shen Zhaoxue put down her sword, and when she lay down on the fox fur again, she couldn't sleep for half a minute.

He listened to the resounding chirping of insects outside the tent, and looked up at the top of the white tent, but he was thinking of Di Yunge in his heart.

Miss his smile, miss his blush, miss his arrogance, miss every second with him...

Shen Zhaoxue couldn't sleep, she lay down left and right for a while, then took out the ink to study the ink and wrote a letter to Di Yunge.

Winter in Beiyun comes quickly.

Shen Zhaoxue saw the first winter snow falling in the city before she got half of the benefits from Jiang Biechen.

Shen Zhaoxue wore the fox fur made for him by Di Yunge, and went fishing in a boat.

White snow fell one after another, sprinkled on the boundless lake, and the distant mountains were also sent the first coolness of winter by it.

Before Shen Zhaoxue caught his first fish, he heard hurried footsteps.

Before he could open his mouth to ask, he heard the guard say something to him, "Concubine Wei Gui rebelled, Her Majesty besieged the palace, and the palace caught fire. Your Majesty, she was buried in the sea of ​​flames, with no bones left..."

Before Shen Zhaoxue could react, the fishing rod fell to the ground and entered the lake without any waves.

The snow fell more and more closely, putting on funeral clothes for the green and yellow cliffs.

He still remembers that day, Diyun singer propped up the railing and told him that he would not die, he would pack up and wait for him to come back...

At that time, the jade plate just penetrated his head, shining light on his phoenix eyes.

On the day he left, he told him that Concubine Wei Gui was going to rebel.

He should have been prepared.

He is so arrogant...

So unscrupulous...

so smart...

How could he... die...

Shen Zhaoxue stood up abruptly, her eyes were a little dark, but she still walked a few steps, but she walked a little staggeringly, and the guards at the side rushed to pull him.

"Prepare the horse, I'm going to see him!"

Shen Zhaoxue patted the back of the guard's hand, and because of his haste, he directly hit the back of the guard's hand red.

The guard frowned, and said to Shen Zhaoxue, stay here, he went to fetch the horse.

But he didn't expect that just after he finished speaking, Shen Zhaoxue on the other side was so angry that he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The bright red blood dyed Bai Xue red, but the snowflakes still kept falling, trying to cover up the red marks.

"Master Shen!" The guard wanted to come over to help him, but Shen Zhaoxue waved his hand to let him lead the horse.

Seeing him like this, the guard had no choice but to find the horse quickly.

Shen Zhaoxue got on the horse skillfully, and ran out of the city with the horse.

Leaving the city within the city, the sky and the earth were pale, Shen Zhaoxue drove the horse for a few steps, and the horse fell into the deep white snow.

Helpless, Shen Zhaoxue had no choice but to get off the horse, holding the horse rope, one person and one horse went forward through the snow.

Ahead, plum blossoms are blooming in the cold, and the red and tender plum petals are full of fine white snow.

Shen Zhaoxue took a few steps, but fell under the plum blossoms without being defeated.

The red and tender petals couldn't hold the heavy snow, so soon a branch broke and fell on Shen Zhaoxue's cheek.

The heavy snow buried him, and the white horse beside him breathed out white gas.

When Shen Zhaoxue woke up, the snow had stopped.

Ye Henwan stood by the door looking at something, and when he heard the movement behind him, Ye Henwan turned to look at him, "Are you awake?"

Shen Zhaoxue propped her head up, feeling weak all over, "You brought me back?"

Ye Henwan nodded, a little puzzled, "What are you doing running out in such a heavy snow?"

Shen Zhaoxue didn't reply to him, but kept coughing and vomiting blood.

Ye Henwan saw it, so he hurriedly asked the attendant to bring tonic for Shen Zhaoxue to drink.

"You caught the wind and cold, you need to rest well." Ye Henwan stood aside and pursed his lips.

Shen Zhaoxue looked at him with pale lips, curled her fingers unconsciously, "He, dead?"

Ye Henwan frowned, not knowing who he was talking about.

Seeing his appearance, Shen Zhaoxue thought it was true, her throat was sweet and greasy for a while, and she spat out another mouthful of blood.

The snow began to fall again, fluttering and fluttering, and it was only reconciled to burying the whole world together.

Di Yunge set the fire on fire and feigned death in the palace.

When the snow fell, he had just put on his armor, sat in the camp, pointed out the layout of the palace, and was about to catch those people all at once.

"Your Majesty." Someone brought a charcoal fire.

Only then did Di Yunge look out, and seeing the heavy snow all over the sky, he couldn't help saying, "This snow is so heavy that it can bury many people to death."

The time for ambushes, layout, and line collection is long.

Daxue buried all the post stations for communication, and Shen Zhaoxue couldn't get any news from him, and became more and more ill.

His black hair turned white overnight, and the heavy snow that was still falling outside the door seemed to be the last snowflake that crushed him to death at any moment.

"Master Shen." Jiang Biechen folded his robe and entered, the howling cold wind poured in from the door and hit Shen Zhaoxue's face.

Shen Zhaoxue lay on the bed and nodded to him.

"Brother." A familiar figure appeared behind Jiang Biechen.

Shen Zhaoxue knew who was coming as soon as she heard the voice.

Shen Zhaoyu was carrying the pastry, and seeing his appearance, she hurried to Shen Zhaoxue's bedside, put the brown paper aside and took his hand.

"Why are you so sick?"

Shen Zhaoyu used her warm face to help warm his cold hands.

Jiang Biechen, who was standing by the door, saw them getting together, and was too embarrassed to disturb them, so he left on the pretext of having something to do outside.

"Why are you here?" Shen Zhaoxue coughed with her face tilted, for fear of infecting Shen Zhaoyu.

Shen Zhaoyu rubbed his bony fingers with her face, and said distressedly, "Beiyun is not far from Xilao. I was busy a while ago, and they didn't let me come over. I didn't see you. Now it's snowing heavily, the official road is blocked, and the workers stop working." , so I have to come to find my brother."

Shen Zhaoxue coughed for a long time, until tears came out of the cough, and then she was relieved.

"It's snowing outside, are you okay just coming here?" Shen Zhaoxue frowned, her expression full of worry.

"It's okay, I'll be fine if I can see my brother." Shen Zhaoyu chuckled, seeing that his hands were almost warm, and then put down his hands.

"The hibiscus cake I sent to my brother last time, do you think it is delicious?" Shen Zhaoyu said to herself, raising her hand to open the kraft paper, "I saw some more and thought it tasted good, so I brought it to my brother to taste. .”

Shen Zhaoyu picked up a delicate pastry and handed it to his mouth, "Brother, try it, and the illness will disappear after eating it."

Shen Zhaoxue looked at him and shook her head.

Shen Zhaoyu was not discouraged either, he wrapped the pastries in kraft paper and put them aside, "I will eat it when I want to eat it."

"Brother has lost weight." Shen Zhaoyu raised her hand to touch his cheek, and murmured, "Why are you so sick?"

Shen Zhaoxue felt a little uncomfortable being touched by him, he turned his face and replied, "Weak, that's all."

"I have been poisoned since I was a child, and I have never looked like my brother."

For some reason, Shen Zhaoyu's voice suddenly rose.

Shen Zhaoxue was covered by the quilt, startled by his suddenly raised voice, and immediately turned to look at him.

Seeing Shen Zhaoxue turning her head to look at herself, Shen Zhaoyu looked at his face, lowered her voice, and said softly, "Are you cold?"

Shen Zhaoxue frowned, "What do you want to do?"