"Failed?"
Snowflakes fluttered down again, filling the sky and earth with a chill.
On Qingchun Mountain in the suburbs of Beijing, next to the Golden Osmanthus Garden, there is a small hill with an octagonal pavilion on it, named Wangfan Pavilion.
Sitting in the middle was a man wearing a dark cloak. His eyes were calm but dark. His eyes were long and narrow, but his eyelashes were thick. When he lowered his eyes, a shadow was cast, which made his expression even more unpredictable, evil and gloomy.
His voice was clear and ethereal, as light as the snowflakes falling from the sky, as if they would be blown away.
Qian Sidu was kneeling outside the pavilion, his shoulders already covered with snow.
He kowtowed violently, "Your Highness, please punish me."
In fact, he had a premonition that this thing would fail. In the past few months, their people encountered setbacks one after another and suffered heavy losses. According to him, they should lie dormant for a while, hide their edge, and then make plans later.
But it is obvious that the person sitting in the pavilion does not think so. He insists on fighting his way out. Isn't this obviously hitting a wall?
Pei Yu took a sip of the osmanthus wine, which had a smooth texture and a strong aftertaste. He squinted his eyes in comfort.
"Is it because of Jiang Ling?"
Qian Sidu didn't even dare to raise his head. "Yes, she blocked A-Lian's attack and dragged her into the lotus pond."
When Pei Yu heard this, she finally looked up at him, her voice expressionless, "She's dead?"
Qian Sidu took a moment to realize he was talking about Jiang Ling, and said weakly, "No, not only is she not dead, she was also... She was even named Princess Yunxi."
"oh?"
Pei Yu lowered his eyes and smiled faintly, supporting his face and looking into the distance.
The snowflakes were getting bigger and bigger, the scenery was blurry, and everything was covered in snow and fog.
Not dead...
Pretty lucky.
“It seems that Feng Yu is very generous and gave her such great honor.”
Pei Yu couldn't help but think of Princess Yunyi.
As delicate as a white flower in the rain, even a drop of rain could kill her.
Pei Yu suddenly smiled.
She is a beauty though.
She looks beautiful when she cries.
Especially... when she saw him behead her parents with her own eyes, she cried heart-wrenchingly, but it didn't look ugly at all, and she looked like a pear blossom in the rain.
Qian Sidu felt that his hands and feet were frozen stiff, and the snow on his back was several layers thick, but he still did not hear the order of His Royal Highness Prince Zhao.
"Deal with everyone, leave no one alive."
Pei Yu gave the order unexpectedly. Although he felt reluctant, he still agreed. Then Pei Yu's light voice rang in his ears again.
He didn't know when he was standing in front of him. Qian Sidu only needed to raise his eyes to see his thick-soled riding boots embroidered with cloud patterns in silver thread.
"Do it more cleanly and don't let me down again." He sighed softly, as if he was really helpless. "My sister-in-law and nephew are still waiting for you to celebrate the New Year."
Feng Yu is so generous to others, shouldn't he also consider being more kind to his subordinates?
Then let him see his wife and children again.
We can't let the child be unable to recognize his father, otherwise he will be needed to identify the body.
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Qian Sidu waited until he could no longer hear the slightest sound of Pei Yu's departing footsteps before he dared to stand up. Only then did he realize that his legs were numb from the cold, and his hands and feet were stiff and unresponsive.
He staggered to his feet, and suddenly a pair of hands supported his arms.
He looked up and nodded gratefully, "Brother Han."
After the person helped him up, he moved the umbrella towards him, looked at the direction Pei Yu left, and patted his shoulder.
Half comforting, half sighing, "Hurry up and do it, tomorrow is New Year's Eve."
Qian Sidu raised his eyes and looked at the goose feather-like snowflakes outside the umbrella.
He reached out and brushed off the snow on his shoulders, and his palms felt cold.
Yes, it’s New Year’s Eve.
He has been following Pei Yu for six years.
During these six years, I have been running around, worried, and anxious, and I haven't had a good night's sleep for a single day.
He and his wife and children were rarely together, and they could only see each other once or twice a year. The last time they met, his son had grown to his waist. I wonder how much taller he had grown when they met this time.
The snow water melted in the palm of my hand dripped down along my fingertips, making small pits in the snow.
Qian Sidu's eyes were suddenly covered with mist. He blinked, his throat dry and hoarse.
"Brother Han, I'm a little tired."
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Jiang Ling held the imperial edict of reward in his hand and felt it was a little hot.
She handed it to Zizhen and asked her to keep it safely, then she snuggled down into the depths of the couch.
The fox came back from playing outside, covered with snowflakes, which made it look even whiter and cuter.
Jiang Ling smiled and asked everyone to go down, then turned around and took a handkerchief to wipe it.
She touched the silly fur twice, which was still a little wet with moisture from melted snowflakes.
"Silly." Jiang Ling said softly, "I always have a bad feeling."
Foxy looked up at it, waiting for her to continue.
Jiang Ling's eyes were calm, with a sense of despair as calm as water.
"I seem to have been drawn into this dispute a long time ago."
Jiang Ling's expression was solemn, yet he showed neither joy nor anger, neither surprise nor panic, which really confused Hu Hu.
"Host, we have been hiding well. Wanran shouldn't involve us."
Jiang Ling shook her head, "No."
"Apart from all this going on in secret, now we are really being put out in the open."
Moreover, she didn't think she was hiding it very well. Sooner or later, they would find out that she saved Wanran.
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