To the west of the Tang Dynasty is a bitter and cold place with snow all day long and white waters, and you can see white bones scattered everywhere on the road.

On this day, a carriage suddenly appeared on the endless snow field through the wind and snow.

A breeze blew up from the flat ground, and the vast black clouds pressed down. The strong wind suddenly rose, sweeping over a large area of ​​snow, covering the sky and the sun. Deep snow on both sides slipped down and rolled down.

The ground shook, and the animals on the snowfield made a series of roars, alarming large snow birds.

The carriage was still galloping on the snow surface, and at the same time a pale palm lifted the curtain of the car window, revealing the same pale face inside the car.

This life is very beautiful, but the eyes are very indifferent, with a gentle distant eyebrow between his eyebrows. He looked at the wind and snow outside the window with a faint look. He was in the world, but he seemed out of place.

"Young Master, the wind and snow are cold, don't let your body cool down."

Seeing the boy lifting the window, the old man who was driving the car hurriedly opened his mouth to stop it. The heavy snow outside the pass was the coldest, like a knife eroding his bones, and people often freeze to death on the road.

Like a teenager, the old man was wearing the same blue clothes. He reached out to put the curtain down and reminded him.

As soon as the curtain was put down, the boy stretched out his hand again and lifted the curtain again. The wind and snow floated into the car and landed on him, making his face paler.

"Young Master, you..."

The old man who drove the car wanted to continue persuading.

The boy frowned.

The old man immediately kept silent, then threw the whip on the horse's butt with force. The horse's hooves flew, and the speed increased again, bringing a long trace on the snow-white and vast land.

......

As the capital of the Tang Dynasty, Chang'an City is mostly rich or noble.

There was a ceremonial guard at the city gate, and the big red blanket was spread out along the west city gate for more than ten miles. The snow on the ground was cleaned up overnight.

The soldiers of the Tang Kingdom were guarding both sides of the red carpet. There were many onlookers standing behind the soldiers, all of whom were the people of Chang'an. The Tang Dynasty had been founded for more than 300 years, and there were not many times when they were posing for such a stance to welcome someone.

Although there have been constant border struggles in recent years, they are all small-scale fights. Even if they win a battle, they will not be able to wear ten miles of red makeup.

Could it be that Xue Hongyi once again broke into the Snow Clan Palace?

Or is it that Zi Fei entered the fifth realm at Xiaonan Bridge?

Otherwise, who else is worthy of the defense of Chang'an city? One of the Kings of Chenliu, Ang Lee, who holds great power, guards the city gate early in the morning to greet him?

The people looked at the middle-aged man wearing black armor on the city gate, with a strong face and a pair of extremely sharp eagle eyes.

This person is Li Anzhi, King Chenliu. Since his brother died in the frontier fourteen years ago, Emperor Tang’s trust in him has become more and more grand.

He almost handed over the safety of the entire Chang'an City to his hands.

Over the past decade, this has been a huge hit, and such a person is now waiting at the city gate.

Who is coming?

"Prince."

A group of six or seven people walked out of the city gate, wearing Confucian robe, with a gentle temperament.

King Chenliu dismounted and nodded at the white-haired old man in the lead: "Mr. Chen."

"It's really fun to do such boring things in the academy."

King Chenliu glanced at Mr. Chen and the six academy disciples behind him and said lightly.

"There is no real boring thing in this world? Besides, even if it is boring, it can become interesting in the eyes of the old man."

As we all know, King Chenliu has a bad relationship with the academy, and it can even be said to be very bad.

The two of them stood side by side, which naturally attracted a lot of attention. Even the soldiers guarding the city gate couldn't help but look at each other.

The academy disciples stood behind Mr. Chen and did not speak. Naturally, it was not their turn to speak in such an occasion.

"Here you come."

A loud shout suddenly sounded on the city wall, and then everyone's eyes looked at the end of the red carpet at the same time.

Ordinary people looked around on tiptoe, but still couldn't see clearly, but King Chen Liu's face gradually became solemn.

Mr. Chen squinted his eyes and the smile on his face became stronger.

Several academy disciples looked at each other, looked up slightly in the distance, and with their eyesight, they could see a small black dot there.

Becoming bigger and bigger.

Gradually, the sound of horse hooves came into everyone's ears, and an extremely strong and tall horse stopped in front of the city gate and in front of everyone.

The horse was covered in black and smooth and smooth hair, with bright eyes, white hooves, and untainted dust. Even though it galloped for tens of thousands of miles, it was still full of energy and was not tired at all.

This is a good horse.

All the officials in front of the city gate narrowed their eyes. Such a horse is hard to find in the world and can be said to be worthless.

An old man was sitting in the car with a thin face and a slightly hunched figure, not very strong.

The attention of the crowd would bring oppression, but the old man seemed to have no feeling. He slowly walked to the side of the carriage and then reached out to pull the curtain open.

There was no sound in front of Chang'an City. At this moment, these people in the capital who were watching the fun were staring at the car door with their breath holding their breath and their eyes widened without daring to blink.

Who will come out there?

A young man walked out of the car. He stood in the car and looked around everyone.

At the same time, everyone was also looking at him.

Like the coachman, the boy was wearing a blue shirt, his face looked very beautiful, and his black hair was casually scattered on his shoulders.

Those eyes were a little indifferent, so the whole face looked a little cold naturally.

The city gate was very quiet. Everyone looked at each other, hoping to get answers from each other, but none of them spoke.

The young man took one hand behind his back, walked out of the car and walked to King Chenliu.

A blue shirt was swaying with the breeze.

Anzhi Li took two steps forward, and the heavy armor hit him with iron sound.

The two looked at each other.

"Xu'er."

After a while, Anzhi Li took the lead in speaking.

His voice couldn't tell whether it was joy or something else, it was just a common person

The peace of mind.

"Second uncle."

Li Xiu bowed, bowed and said lightly.

The smile on Mr. Chen's face became much warmer.

The six academy disciples looked at each other and could see a shock in each other's eyes.

When Li Laizhi died in the frontier, King Chenliu should have been inherited by the prince Li Xiu, but he disappeared inexplicably in the capital. Because of this, Li Anzhi was able to inherit the title of King Chenliu and be in charge of the defense of Chang'an City.

Fourteen years have passed, and the prince of the Li family, who is dead in everyone's impression, has returned to Chang'an today.

Many officials secretly swallowed their saliva and sweated coldly on their foreheads.

You should know that when Li Xiu disappeared, the most widely circulated thing in Chang'an City was that Li Anzhi, the second master of the Li family, coveted the throne and secretly killed Li Xiu.

Countless spies left quietly in the crowd, and somebody whispered to the prince.

Then all the officials in the court bowed and said in unison: "Your Highness, Prince."

Li Xiu nodded, and Ang Lee's face was expressionless.

Mr. Chen pinched his beard and found it very interesting.

It seems that from today on, this world's largest city will be in full swing.

......

"Xu'er, you haven't returned to Beijing for more than ten years. If you come back this time, don't leave."

Ang Lee's way.

Li Xiu bowed his head and bowed respectfully, saying, "My nephew will naturally have to stay home for a long time and bother me."

Anzhi Li shook his head and said softly, "You are the prince of the royal family, why bother?"

Li Xiu's eyes narrowed slightly.

The wind sounded in front of the city gate, and the officials remained silent, but their pupils kept zooming and shrinking.

What does King Chenliu mean?

Are you planning to give up the throne? Or are you just telling him verbally that he is just a prince?

The uncle and nephew stood opposite each other, and for a moment they were a little silent.

"Li Xiu pays homage to Mr. Chen."

The big dark horse sniffed and felt a little impatient.
To be continued...