"So, you will definitely help him, right?!"

In the courtyard.

Dressed in white, Zhao Ying looks like a winter pear blossom, stunningly cold.

She stared coldly at the old man in the room and asked. Her cold tone filled the air like a substantive blade.

There was no wind in the courtyard, but the wind blew up in vain, blowing up the dead leaves and circling in the courtyard.

The wind blew her waist-length green silk hair, flying with the hem of her skirt.

inside the room.

The rickety old man was still sitting quietly on the futon, with his waist bent and his body hanging low.

At such an old age, he may be on the verge of death at any time.

But he still lives strong.

He looked at Zhao Ying in the courtyard, as if he was thinking about something in his deep and cloudy eyes.

After a moment, he suddenly coughed slightly.

Immediately, the strong wind in the courtyard suddenly disappeared completely.

The dead leaves slowly fell to the ground. There was no sound around, not even a faint breeze.

The old man did not answer Zhao Ying's question, but asked about another matter.

"Have you met your master?"

Zhao Ying's eyes narrowed and she said nothing.

She didn't!

In the past few months after leaving the capital, she traveled around Dazhao while inquiring about her master.

But unfortunately, she didn't get to see her master.

The master has never been seen again since he left a few years ago.

"If you see him, let him come and see me!"

The old man's voice was filled with vicissitudes of life: "If you think about it, I haven't seen him for almost ten years."

"In the blink of an eye, in the blink of an eye, so much time has passed!"

The old man sighed and said some incomprehensible words.

Zhao Ying stared at the old man and said coldly: "You said that as the guardian of Dazhao, you will not participate in the internal struggle of the Dazhao royal family, right?"

The old man said hoarsely: "That's right!"

"I hope you mean what you say!"

Zhao Ying said coldly.

The old man glanced at her, as if he had expected something, and there was a somewhat meaningful look on his old face.

"I have been in seclusion these years, looking for that glimmer of an opportunity. I always feel that something is a little bit worse, but I can't say how wrong it is..."

The old man's eyes were half-closed, and he disappeared into a deep sleep, muttering to himself: "I have been in seclusion for so long, but I have never been able to enter that state..."

Zhao Ying frowned slightly, stared at him deeply for a few times, then turned and left.

When Zhao Ying left the yard, the old man who was still sitting on the futon also disappeared without a trace.

The quiet courtyard seemed like no one had ever appeared.

…

On an autumn evening, the cool breeze blows.

The sky in the distance slowly illuminates the capital, and the sky is peaceful.

Zhao Ying, dressed in white, walked out of the forbidden area and stared blankly at the sky not far away.

The luster of the sunset shone on the side of her face, making her alluring white face particularly dazzling.

It was as if the sky had shed a layer of rays of light on her body, and her cool and unparalleled temperament was heightened to a higher level.

The long white dress is like snow lotus on the cold peak of the ice field, giving people a feeling of being cold, aloof and unreachable.

That tall and slender figure, graceful curves, and exquisite appearance are even more impressive. However, at this moment, there seems to be a certain dignity on his face that cannot be separated.

The falling clouds stretched her figure to an elongated length, and her reflection was reflected on the ground.

At this moment, cold and aloof!

Until a slight cough woke her up from her daze.

Zhao Ying suddenly turned her head, and there was a young man sitting quietly under the tree not far in front of her.

Sitting lazily on the branch, with a bored look on his face, he looked quietly at Zhao Ying on the ground, his expression calm, but a bit complicated.

"You are indeed here!"

Immediately, the young man stood up and jumped down from the tree, landing smoothly on the ground.

Zhao Ying's cold eyes suddenly turned cold: "Is something wrong?"

"So there is."

Li Beifeng nodded and gave her a complicated look: "Your father told me!"

Zhao Ying seemed to think of something and then fell silent.

"How did you know I was here?"

"Guess."

Li Beifeng said easily.

But under the gaze of Zhao Ying's cold and bright eyes, Li Beifeng shrugged his shoulders: "Zhou Qiuning guessed it."

"She told me that you might come here."

As she spoke, Li Beifeng glanced at the courtyard behind her and squinted his eyes slightly.

Forbidden area?

Jokhang Forbidden Land?

Zhou Qiuning mentioned that there was a master with unfathomable martial arts skills here.

How high?!

As soon as Zhao Ying's eyes turned cold, she knew that it was Zhou Qiuning who did it again. Then she glanced at him coldly and left without saying a word.

Li Beifeng looked at her lonely figure and sighed softly: "Shall we talk?"

Zhao Ying stopped slightly, without looking back, and said coldly: "We have nothing to talk about!"

"It didn't happen before, but now it does!"

Li Beifeng said calmly: "Now, we are comrades on the same front... Our target is Zhao Jing, isn't it?"

Zhao Ying still didn't look back, she said coldly: "Zhao Jing, I will solve it, I don't need you!"

"You can't solve it!"

Unexpectedly, Li Beifeng shook his head gently and said calmly: "The Zhao Jing of today is no longer the same person as before."

Zhao Ying was silent and didn't speak.

But he didn't leave either.

He didn't even turn around.

What was left to Li Beifeng was a lonely figure.

Li Beifeng looked at her quietly, hiding a hint of complexity in his eyes, and said calmly: "Your father has a saying that there is no eternal enemy in this world... Although you and I have different identities and positions, at the moment,

You and I both have the same goals!”

"You want to save Dazhao, but the building will collapse. I want to lead the Northern Qi Dynasty to restore the country and get back everything that belongs to us. Now the enemy before you and me is the same!"

"So, let's have a good chat!"

silence!

There was a long silence.

The sunset gradually sets in the distance, and the last ray of light gradually dissipates from Zhao Ying's cold and delicate body.

The sky gradually darkened.

The two stood quietly, facing each other in silence, without anyone speaking first.

Li Beifeng stared at her back. He didn't know what he was thinking of, but a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

She still hasn't changed!

The fact that she hasn't left yet means she already has an answer.
To be continued...