The snow sculpture spread its wings and rushed straight up. The cold wind roared in the ears. The rapid climbing speed made people feel that the surrounding air was being pressed downwards, and even breathing became a little difficult.
The giant eagle flew extremely fast. It rushed up more than a hundred feet in one breath, and reached the thousand-foot iceberg in ten breaths. After hovering above the large jade buildings and jade buildings for a while, it finally slowly glide down and landed firmly in the imperial city.
on a high platform.
"Damn, we finally landed." Liu Qiankun muttered with his cheeks turning red from the cold.
Perhaps this really made Liu Qiankun unlucky. The one he was sitting on flew the fastest, and the other two were under its belly. The eagle slave was very familiar with controlling the giant eagle, and he actually stacked it tightly on the belly of the giant eagle, so that
The first one actually became a shield from the wind and cold for the two below!
"Whoosh!" A figure fell in the mid-air. It turned out to be Husmooth. This guy obviously flew faster than the snow sculpture. He disappeared in the blink of an eye. Who knew that he was even slower than the three of them?
What the hell is this guy up to?
The three of them got off the eagle's back, only to hear Hu Shimo smile sinisterly and say: "Princess, please go to Yaohan Palace with your ministers to see Her Majesty the Queen!" After saying this, he bowed slightly, but there was no sign of respect.
Han Xiaoling didn't care about this, turned around and raised an eyebrow at Liu Qiankun, saying: "Will Yin Xiao come with me?"
"Nonsense, let alone meeting the Queen, I, Yin Xiao, will never hesitate even if it means meeting the Queen!" Liu Qiankun's face turned serious as he walked up the first few steps.
There was a hint of warmth in Han Xiaoling's eyes. She had already regarded this unique and strange man as her only support.
Hu Shimo led the way, but Han Xiaoling walked very slowly. Every plant and tree in the imperial city could stir up her memories that had been buried for many years. Maybe they were just fragments, but now they were extremely clear. She was mumbling as she walked.
She murmured to Liu Qiankun who was beside her and introduced these things that could bring back her memories.
Hu Shimo wanted to walk faster, but the couple behind him was just looking around, like a young couple revisiting their old place, looking here and there, and what was even more hateful was the guy named Yin Xiao, who was so arrogant.
He grabbed a cold iron dagger and carved words on the rockery stone.
Hu Shimo, who was proficient in the languages of the four countries, stepped forward and couldn't help but feel bitter when he took a look. He couldn't identify the writing of the thing that looked like words...
How did he know that Liu Qiankun carved six standard Chinese characters: Liu Qiankun is here for a visit! I am afraid that he could not find these seven characters even if he turned over all the ancient books of the four empires a thousand times!
Liu Qiankun and Han Xiaoling's current state of mind can be said to be extremely good. Anyway, everyone is here. It's just a knife to extend their heads, and the most is a knife to shrink their heads. They simply let go of their tempers and slowly moved towards Yao while playing around.
When I left the Han Palace, I was so angry that Hu Shimo gritted his teeth and almost stared out of his eyes.
Slowly, but they still have to walk. The distance that originally only took half an hour to walk took more than three hours. Liu Qiankun didn't know how many ancient wooden rockeries he left behind along the way.
After the names of the two of them, he also discovered something extremely shocking. Many pavilions and pavilions were actually made of jade. Even though he was extremely rich, he couldn't help but be secretly moved by the luxury and wealth of the Ice Empire.
From the strange smile that appeared on the corner of Hu Shimo's mouth, we can know that the majestic milky white palace not far ahead is probably the Yaohan Palace. This place is indeed very big, and there are no other buildings within dozens of feet around it.
It highlights the solemnity and at the same time shows a bit of desolation, which really can bear the word "cold" in the middle.
There were two rows of guards in silver armor standing in front of the palace gate. The expressions on their faces could only be described in two words: dull. At first glance, they looked like two rows of statues standing still, with only the occasional breath from their mouths and noses.
Only the white air shows that they are indeed alive people.
Unknowingly, the two of them also followed Hu Shimo and accelerated their pace. The moment they stepped into Yaohan Palace, they felt a warm air coming towards them, giving people a wonderful feeling like a spring breeze.
There are already many civil and military ministers in plain white court clothes standing quietly in the hall. Even the beams and pillars in the palace are a cold milky white. Two white floor-to-ceiling curtains hang diagonally in the center of the hall, creating a wonderful separation of the hall.
.Liu Qiankun suddenly had a strange feeling: This place does not look like a supreme palace at all, but more like a funeral parlor for white wedding ceremonies!
Seeing the four people entering, the ministers in the palace couldn't help but look slightly sideways, but their eyes looked a little complicated. Han Xiaoling and the Ice Queen were twin sisters, and their appearance was naturally the same. Maybe these were the old ministers.
Maybe it’s because of the strange look on their faces!
There is a high platform in the middle of the north of the hall. The platform is surrounded by a long translucent curtain. Behind the curtain, the outlines of several women in palace costumes can be vaguely seen.
Liu Qiankun released a ray of consciousness and looked into the curtain. Everything inside was already clear to his chest. There was a young woman who looked exactly like Han Xiaoling sitting on a milky white dragon chair, but she looked a little pale.
Well, there were two palace maids standing beside them with their hands hanging down. After watching for a long time, they didn't notice anything unusual.
"Alas!" The woman on the high platform let out a faint sigh, and the figure of the woman behind the curtain was revealed.
"Sister!" Han Xiaoling stepped forward fiercely, her eyes filled with tears, and her voice became trembling.
The woman in palace clothes gently waved her hand and said calmly: "You and I, sisters, have been apart for ten years and today we finally see each other. All thanks to the contribution of the Imperial Master!" The expression on the Ice Queen's face was still as cold as frost.
Han Xiaoling could no longer suppress the emotions in her heart, her tears fell like broken beads, and she began to sob softly. Her sister's indifference had already deeply broken her heart.
Han Xiaoxue on the throne gently raised her wrist, and the palace lady beside her unfolded the yellow scroll in her hand and read softly: "According to the Holy Order of the Ice Queen, I hereby consecrate Princess Xiaoling as the Ice Saint, to offer sacrifices to the gods on my behalf.
For the post, I will be rewarded with a hundred high-grade mysterious crystals and ten maids, who will immediately go to the Temple of Destiny to take up their posts!"
The ruthless oracle hit Han Xiaoling's heart like a heavy hammer, causing her delicate body to tremble and stagger. Liu Qiankun beside him, with quick eyes and quick hands, stretched out his arms to hold her steady.
The usually lively and cheerful Jade Girl's face was already ashen at this time, and a fire of ignorance arose in her heart, and her gaze was like a torch directed at the Ice Queen on the dragon throne.
Conspiracy, this is clearly a premeditated calculation. It has been brewing from the moment Han Xiaoling stepped into the Imperial City of the Ice Empire, and it may even be earlier!
"The saint comes forward to receive the oracle!" Gong'e sang again.
Liu Qiankun's eyes were burning, and he was about to draw out the Qingming Sword for a life-and-death battle, when unexpectedly a pair of cold little hands pressed down on his palm, and Han Xiaoling shook her head gently at him with a miserable look on her face, just like Doutou.
Pouring a basin of cold water on him instantly extinguished the anger in his heart.
Han Xiaoling struggled to take a few steps forward, knelt down and worshiped, holding the piece of yellow silk with both hands, and shouted tremblingly: "Xiaoling thanks Her Majesty the Queen for her grace!" At this time, she felt that the piece of yellow silk in her hand was so heavy that it almost made her breathless.
Can't get enough of it...
There was silence in the hall, and the ministers in the court were like a group of wax figures without any emotion. Only Hushimo standing aside had a sinister sneer on his lips.
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