The noise of joy rose to the sky, and cheers were heard all around.

Xie Ling noticed that something was wrong with Gu Wei.

She frowned slightly and called out, "Gu Wei, Gu Wei?"

Gu Wei came back to his senses. His usually indifferent eyes became extremely complicated. He said in a low voice, "A Ling, that imperial husband seems to be my eldest brother."

"What?" Xie Ling's eyes widened in disbelief. "Could you have seen it wrong? The carriage curtain is too thick and I can't see clearly."

Gu Wei groaned, "I shouldn't be mistaken... I know big brother's figure best, but I can take another look."

Xie Ling nodded, "Okay, let's take a look."

The royal wedding carriage moved very slowly so that the people could enjoy themselves.

Zang Qing was not feeling well and was resting in the inn.

Gu Wei and Xie Ling mixed into the crowded crowd. People pushed and shoved, scrambling to block the street, just to catch a glimpse of the empress.

The carriage was moving slowly on the main road, from the outskirts of the city to the city center. It was getting closer and closer to the high city walls and was about to drive out of Yanshi.

Xie Ling frowned slightly, this won't work.

She and Gu Wei looked at each other, and they understood each other's thoughts. Gu Wei understood what she meant instantly.

Xie Ling took out a few ice spikes from the space and placed them in Gu Wei's palm.

Gu Wei quietly squeezed to the front, and when the ice spikes were about to melt, he fired four needles simultaneously, quickly shooting out with a tremendous force, piercing the white horse's buttocks.

For a moment, the white horses were frightened and all raised their hooves and neighed. Even the white horse on the far right that was not stabbed became agitated.

The carriage was shaking and swaying from side to side, almost throwing the empress and her husband off the carriage.

The originally joyful and festive atmosphere suddenly became tense and stagnant.

The musicians stopped playing, and the palace maids who were scattering flowers looked back anxiously.

The palace servants around the carriage were terrified and surrounded it, trying to stop the restless white horse.

The people around all stretched their necks, their eyes full of curiosity, and chattered about it.

"What's going on?"

"Will there be problems with the Queen's horse?"

"Isn't this premeditated?"

.......

A panicked voice came from inside the car: "Check it for me! Check it thoroughly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the horses became more restless and the carriage shook even more violently.

After discussing for a while, the palace servants decided to place exquisite stools around the carriage in preparation for welcoming the empress down.

The moment they saw the palace servants moving the stool, all the people widened their eyes, not even daring to breathe, and stared at the carriage without blinking.

This is the Queen! It's worth dying to see the Queen!

Gu Wei also narrowed his eyes and stared at the bead curtain.

Xie Ling unknowingly walked behind Gu Wei, held his hand, and fixed her eyes on the carriage.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the thick pearl curtain was lifted by a bony hand.

The hand was slender and strong, with bulging veins, and it was obvious that it was the hand of a martial artist.

The only flaw is that there is a hideous scar from the base of the palm to the back of the hand, as if an ugly centipede is curled there.

Gu Wei's pupils contracted sharply, his face turned pale, and the hand holding Xie Ling tightened unconsciously, without even noticing that his nails dug into Xie Ling's palm.

The people around fell silent involuntarily.

It's a sunny day today.

But none of them was as dazzling as the young man in red who got off the carriage.

The man was of imposing stature, his tall and slender figure outlined by a bright red robe, he had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, his facial features were extremely handsome, and he was born with a very strong aggressiveness.

The lines are cold and sharp, and the body is filled with the blood and energy of fighting on the battlefield.

The solemn and murderous atmosphere made the surrounding hot air a little cooler.

The people became even more nervous, not daring to breathe, move, or say a single word.

The men of Fengwu Country consider weakness as beauty. What's more, some of them train themselves to have slender waists, apply powder and rouge on their bodies, and look like willows in March. Where have you ever seen such cold and hard men who are like Shura?

The women of Fengwu Country are bold. The girls stare at the men without blinking.

What's more, her face turned slightly red and her eyes were full of admiration.

Gu Wei's narrow eyes were filled with excitement.

"It's Big Brother, it's Big Brother! He's really not dead! The scar on his left hand was from when he was seventeen years old. He was trying to protect me on the battlefield and was stabbed by the enemy. His entire palm was almost split in half!"

Gu Wei's eyes were slightly red, and he took a deep breath and continued, "Later, he killed all the enemies, carried me, who was only fourteen years old at the time, step by step, fell down and got up again, walked nearly a hundred kilometers, and finally walked back to the tent.

It was freezing cold, snow was falling, and everything was dying. At that time, everyone, including my father, thought we were dead, because no one could survive in the harsh winter in the northern desert with injuries.

When he returned to the tent, my brother was covered with frostbite from face to feet, without a single piece of healthy skin. My mother was so heartbroken that she cried for a whole month.

But even if he survived, my brother's left hand could no longer be used, and was completely disabled. He also had an old disease that could never be cured.

Ah Ling, do you know? He could have left me alone. But not only did he not, he even wrapped his robe around me and cut off his warm blood to feed me. "

Gu Wei will always remember the winter when he was fourteen years old. The north wind was blowing, snow was falling heavily, and the whole world was a vast expanse of white.

He lay on the boy's shoulder, his mouth filled with warm blood, listening to the boy calling his name over and over again.

He said, "Shi Jin, don't sleep. Brother will take you home."

Obviously, he is only three years older than me.

Being called a brother means a lifetime of responsibility.

Xie Ling was deeply touched.

She knew that Gu Wei and his brother had a good relationship, but she didn't expect that it was such a deep friendship that could last through life and death.

In fact, Xie Ling knew everything without Gu Wei telling him that the cold and murderous man in front of him must be his elder brother, the former prince of the Duke's Mansion - Gu Yun.

It’s simple, Gu Yun and Pei look too similar.

With a straight nose and thin lips, his facial features can even be said to be handsome, but because of the cold and sharp facial lines, he does not look feminine.

The dark eyes were cold and indifferent, and naturally carried an air of arrogance.

And this cold temperament is exactly the same as Gu Wei's.

In the former Beijiang period, the Gu family had three fathers and sons, a duke, a prince, and a king of a different surname.

The family is full of glory and the achievements have been passed down for generations.

From childhood to adulthood, he has always had a cold temperament, even colder and more solemn than the snow on the top of the mountain.