When Xuanmu's words were spoken, almost everyone present expected that Xuanmu was the son of He Su Qihuan.

However, at this moment, He Su Qingpan's eyes flashed with an incredible look. How could he believe that it was the late He Su Qihuan's son? He thought to himself: That's the son of his uncle, how could he appear here? And the father did not deny it? Is this true?

"You guys sit down." He Huang said with a smile when he saw He Sudewei wanted to salute.

At this time, He Su Qingpan, who was indignant in his heart, immediately said, "Father, you are partial. Why don't the third brother give a tribute?"

"When did I ask you to salute? Today is the prosperous peace ceremony, and all red tape can be avoided." He Huang said disdainfully.

This attitude never appeared before, but today he actually looked down on He Su Qingpan. This scene made He Su feel extremely uncomfortable, but he endured it because he made a mistake just now because of his impulse, so he was naturally not a fool, so he made the same mistake again.

"When I ascend to the position of crown prince, everything will be just a cloud." He Su Qingpan snorted coldly in his heart and stood there without saying a word.

"Brother Lin Mu, please sit here." He Sudewei led Xuanmu to He Emperor's side to sit down. Xuanmu naturally would not be polite. He could sit down with his uncle who was nominal, although he didn't know whether it was true or not, which was a good opportunity to communicate his feelings.

"Lin Mu, not bad." He Huang looked at Xuan Mu with a smile and nodded.

After Xuanmu nodded and communicated with Hehuang, it was the time when the prosperous Taiping Classic officially began. The so-called prosperous Taiping Classic is nothing more than the royal family gathering ministers to have a meal and drink. After Xuanmu finished eating and drinking, he said goodbye to Hehuang and others and walked out of the hall.

He Sudewei followed behind Xuanmu. Xuanmu frowned slightly and asked in a strange look: "Why are you always following me?"

"You will know later." He Sudewei replied with a mysterious look.

Xuanmu rolled his eyes, shook his head helplessly, and rode his horse towards the end of the palace's road.

In just half an hour, Xuanmu returned to his manor. He stopped in front of the manor. Seeing this, Mox quickly trotted over and quickly led the dark horse towards the stable.

"Brother Linmu, I'll send it here." He Sudewei sent Xuanmu safely to the manor, and felt at ease in his heart, so he wanted to say goodbye.

"Then I won't keep you anymore, you can go all the way." Xuanmu said with a smile.

"Well, maybe in a few days my father will invite you to the palace. I can see that my father likes you very much." After He Sudewei said that, he led the king's title and the knights rode away.

Xuanmu returned to his small building with his eyes dewed.

"Can my father be the Prince Qihuan, and then grandpa is the Emperor He? Why did grandpa pass the position of He Huang to the current Emperor He, but I ran to Yangzhou City?"

He thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out. But he knew that once he was involved in these right and wrong, he would naturally have a day of exposure. As long as he was exposed, he would have a chance to solve the mystery at any time.

He just needed to wait and see what happened. Naturally, he also knew that He Sudewei was sent all the way to the manor to protect his safety. When he thought of this, he couldn't help but sneer.

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The moon is dark and the wind is high, the strong wind is howling and howling again. The spring snow is rolling up, and it is fluttering like floating catkins.

Somehow, the country of Dayuan has been snowing all the time these days, and the cold snot can condense into ice and hang on the nostrils.

No one wants to go out at this time, but the people in the Snow Country are different.

Tens of thousands of soldiers from the Snow Country were gathering on the border of Dayuan. There were dozens of soldiers standing or sitting in the bunkers of Dayuan. These dozens of soldiers could not resist the tens of thousands of soldiers from the Snow Country.

However, they must also protect their own territory.

At this time, three monks wearing white robes flew towards the imperial weapon here. Behind these three monks of white robes, there were several monks from other sects in the Dayuan Kingdom. The leader of these three monks of white robes was Ma Ya. The other two were also the royal guardians of Dayuan Kingdom.

Among the monks from other sects, there was a girl in white clothes. She had a bun on her head, a beautiful and gentle face. She was standing there with a cold face. He was Xuan Yan from Kunlun.

She searched almost all over the Dayuan Kingdom, but did not find Xuanmu. This battlefield was her last hope.

However, until she arrived at this battlefield, she had no last hope. Only despair was left. He didn't know where Xuanmu had been, nor did he have any news about Xuanmu, as if Xuanmu had disappeared out of thin air in Dayuan Kingdom.

At this moment, the leader of the Ice Realm Sect in the distance stared at Xuan Yan with strange eyes and murmured: "Why is this child wearing a white shirt? Could it be the same sect as that boy? The qualifications look like the best of the Ice Spirit Root? Be a disciple for me to make up for the recent losses. God is really eyeless."

Just as the leader of the Ice Realm Sect was murmured, Xuan Yan, wearing a white shirt, wanted to turn around and leave the battlefield.

"The escapee at the time of battle will be killed and decided." At this moment, Ma Ya, the commander of the army, suddenly shouted.

When Xuan Yan heard this, her ears buzzed. She knew that she was talking about herself. She turned around with a cold face, looked at Ma Ya with murderous intent, and shouted: "Despicable."

"Since you are on the border of Dayuan, I naturally cannot let you leave. It has nothing to do with despicability. If you want to take advantage of the situation, don't come here." Ma Ya snorted coldly and sneered.

"What do you have to do with me in the battle between Dayuan and Snow Country? I am from Kunlun in the Tang Dynasty, and I will not violate the rivers of the wells." Xuan Yan asked coldly.

"Since the well water does not interfere with the river, why are you here?" Ma Ya laughed coldly. "It is useless to say more. Since you are here, don't think about leaving."

Xuan Yan was extremely angry, but facing Ma Ya and a group of high-level monks in Dayuan, he had to bow his head. He had to return to the battlefield reluctantly.

The war was about to break out, and soldiers collided in the middle of the battlefield like a tide. The surging sea was knocked out, and the scene of blood splashing everywhere was everywhere.

On the snow-white ground, blood stained with spots of redness.

A middle-aged woman in a blue robe was speeding towards Xuan Yan. When Xuan Yan saw this, she was shocked. The middle-aged woman's cultivation was unpredictable. How could she rush towards her, a cultivator who was only at the fifth level of the Qi Refining Stage?

Xuan Yan was extremely puzzled, but he quickly fled to the rear of the battlefield with his sword.
Chapter completed!