Shisanli GL

Chapter 1

In the 13th year of Wuzhen, outside Tianhe Palace.

The palace ladies hurried in and out, and the palace sent out basins of bloody water one after another. The pungent bloody smell was mixed in the rare heavy snow, making people suffocated by the coldness.

The screams that were originally screaming in the hall are now strangely quiet.

Chu Zhen paced outside anxiously, his heavy steps stopped suddenly, his face paled instantly, he moved to the palace gate almost instantly, and was about to step in but just bumped into the midwife who came out: "Your majesty, I'm afraid you can't do it!" up"

Until this moment, Chu Qingli, who had been standing quietly by the side, trembled slightly, looked at the father who was walking in front of him with immature footsteps with her immature face, and followed closely.

Chu Zhen, who was almost rushing in, burst into tears when he saw the person on the bed.

Xuxi had already passed out, and the sheets under her body were soaked in blood.Chu Zhen knelt on the side of the bed, gently held Xu Xi's hand and touched his face, choked up and said, "Xu'er, wake up, I am Ah Zhen"

Chu Qingli bowed her head silently. This was the first time in memory that her father shed tears, and it was because of the woman she loved the most on the bed.

Or the lover's call called back Xu Xi's soul: "Ah Zhen" sounded so fluffy that it seemed to come from nine days away, but it was enough to surprise Chu Zhen.

"Xu'er, you're finally awake."

Xuxi smiled faintly: "Ah Zhen, I want to give birth to this child, and I have never...never regretted it." While speaking, her eyes turned to Qingli who was on the side. From an incomprehensible look.

Looking back, the originally weak person was like an erupting warrior at this moment. With the strength of his wrist and Chu Zhen's grip, he stood up suddenly, and slowly fell down with a burst of crying.

Chu Zhen opened his mouth wide and looked at the smile on the corner of Xu Xi's mouth in disbelief, as if he had lost his voice, he wailed for a long time.

Almost at the same moment, in the rivers and lakes far away from the court, the Nangong family was originally a unique pioneer in sword casting, but the formerly prosperous family is now undergoing a massacre, and all living tools are burned in the fire.

After one night, nothing is the same.

The next day, news spread in the palace that the empress gave birth to a son, named Yang, and established a prince. The eldest princess Chaole will follow the court to listen to the government from today, and the empress died.

It was many days later when the news reached Lan Xun in the south. At that time, he was in a hurry to practice and almost lost his temper. By the time he rushed to the palace without resting, the queen had already been buried.

Looking at the slumped Chu Zhen, Lan Xun sneered.Glancing sideways at Chu Qingli, who was standing aside and listening to politics, he looked very much like Xuxi. Although he was only ten years old, it was not difficult to see his future charm.

"Chu Zhen, Lan Xun once promised Xu'er to assist the government for 18 years, and now eight years have passed, and there are still ten years left. After ten years, I want your country to be buried with Xu'er!"

Such disrespectful words came out, but Chu Zhen did not get angry. After all, the entanglement between them has long been unclear. After all, he owed Lan Xun. Thinking of the words Xu Xi said before he died, he said with some sadness Exit: "You go, don't forget your promise"

Chu Qingli looked at the back of Lan Xun who was leaving with hatred, and was a little puzzled: "Isn't Father afraid of letting the tiger go back to the mountain?"

Chu Zhen looked at Qingli's pale face, and said with pity: "Li'er, your mother said before she left that she had no regrets, so I will let Lan Xun go, because Lan Xun is the person your mother really likes."

Chu Qingli frowned, love is really a harmful thing.

On the way back to the south, after passing a hill, Lan Xun got off the carriage and looked into the distance.The always handsome figure is also a little stooped at the moment, wrapped in a white mink velvet cloak, walking up step by step through the thick snow, his back looks depressed and lonely.

This is where he first met Xu Xi.

The young Lan Xun was robbed and killed, fled to this mountain and encountered a blizzard. When his life was hanging by a thread, it was Xu Xi who rescued him. I still remember that Xu Xi saw his face and said, "The gentleman is modest, Looks like no other”

Now the scenery remains the same, but people are separated from each other.

Lan Xun's standing body began to tremble, and a tear flowed down his chin, falling on the snow and disappearing.

Finally couldn't help crying bitterly.

There was a faint sound in the distance, a hint of sternness flashed in Lan Xun's eyes, the hidden weapon in his hand was released, and everything returned to silence.

The footsteps followed suit, Bai Xue had completely covered up that thin figure, if it wasn't for the slightly rising and falling breath from his abdomen, it would really make people think he was a dead person.His cold eyes turned away, but he was startled when he was about to leave. Under the cover of white snow, the snow-white sword blade reflected a frightening light in the soft sunlight.

There are many knives in the world, but only Zangxuemang.