Signing Into Immortal Martial World

　　 The heavy snow whistling, the cold wind is like a knife.

　　 Inside the imperial city, a piece of white is covered in silver.

The **** headed by 　　 lights up a lantern, holding an umbrella for the thin nobleman to block the snow.

　　 Behind them are several court ladies, carrying food boxes, walking silently under the high walls of the deep palace.

　　 "Huh, you guys are waiting here!"

　　 glanced up at the dust plaque of "Changle Palace", the nobleman in snow white fox fur frowned slightly, seemingly displeased.

　　 He speaks in a cold voice, like a cold wind, like a knife scraping his face, which makes people feel embarrassed.

　　 "His Royal Highness, this... the Queen Mother gave orders, don't..."

The **** headed by 　　 bowed his waist and said hesitantly.

Snapped!

　　 The noble man, whose face was as cold as ice, and his voice was as cold as snow, slapped it out with a backhand slap.

　　 The strength was so great that the eunuch's cheeks swelled up quickly.

　　 "Dog minion! The imperial lady's words are golden accent, she is right. But what reason do you have when I speak? Is it because you don't put the royal majesty in your eyes? Or is it fooling me when I am young?"

　　 The leading **** with a lantern, heard such a severe question.

　　 couldn't help covering his face, his legs were soft, and he knelt down in the snow.

　　 kowtow again and again, saying "dare not".

　　 "Dog things that bully others, having a villain like you in the harem will only ruin the reputation of the queen's empress!"

　　 The nobleman looked angry, and grabbed the lantern and the food box from the other maid, and said angrily:

　　 "Keep on knees, don't get up!"

　　 Then, strode into the ruined palace named "Changle Palace".

　　The snow was all over the sky, and soon it fell on his shoulders.

　　 But the noble man, who was still between twelve, thirty and four, didn't realize it.

　　 He stopped at the door of the Yongshou Hall, still angered, squeezing a sincere smile on his face, and then walked in.

　　 "Brother Emperor, I'm here."

　　 The nobleman seems to be very familiar with the layout of the building. He turned to the side palace and saw the handsome young man leaning on the couch and flipping through the book.

　　 "Why is it hitting people again and punishing you to kneel again? Treating the servants of Zhengyang Palace so harshly will reach the Queen Empress's ears, I am afraid it will cause trouble."

　　 Zhao Mu put down the book in his hand and taught a lesson.

　　 There is a certain look between him and the noble man in snow white fox fur.

　　 The only difference is that Zhao Mu is more calm.

　　 That handsome face, his eyes are like stars, his eyebrows are like swords, and he has a strong atmosphere of heaven.

　　 The young nobles are male and female, with a slightly feminine temperament.

　　 "What can you do if you send it to the queen? The servants in her palace don't understand the rules, what's the matter with me helping you teach?"

　　 The nobleman grunted dissatisfiedly, but the voice was much lower.

　　 "Why did you come here today? The harem should be hosting a snow feast. You are not at the table, what are you doing here?"

　　 Zhao Mu shook his head. He hasn't seen him for half a year. His brother still has this temper.

　　 "There is a snow feast every year, nothing more than having fun in the harem, drinking and watching the scenery, it's not very interesting."

　　 The eleventh prince named "Zhao Yuan" smiled, put away the vicious atmosphere facing outsiders, and said obediently:

　　 "I still like to be with the emperor brother. I'm free to talk to you, and it's okay to be amused."

　　 Zhao Yuan sat on the edge of the couch and opened the steaming food box.

　　 Take out a few plates of dried fruit snacks, a few meat and vegetarian meals, two pots of royal wine, and a cup of eight-treasure duck soup.

　　 "I have a heart, and I also brought wine and food."

　　 Zhao Mu's heart is slightly warm, and his eyes are soft.

　　He and Zhao Yuan are brothers of the same father and mother.

　　 Since the death of their mother, Concubine Ning, the two have depended on each other.

　　 "In the deep palace, there are mostly villains who tend to be inflamed, and they will certainly not try their best to serve the emperor."

　　 A trace of coldness appeared in Zhao Yuan's eyes, and he said bitterly:

　　 "In terms of food and clothing, although it is not secretly deducted, it is also difficult to be like the prince, brothers of the seven emperors, and brothers of the eight emperors, and only take the best enjoyment."

　　 "The Hall of Yongshou is already very cold, but the charcoal for the emperor's brother here is not smokeless beast gold charcoal, but ordinary charcoal."

　　 "In the bedroom, there is no earth dragon on the floor for warmth, and the cold is uncomfortable."

　　 "Also, Brother Huang, you are dressed in messy fur. In this cold winter, there is not even an errand **** or a court lady serving..."

　　 The more Zhao Yuan went on, the more hostile his heart became.

　　 Such a cost, placed in ordinary people, is already considered luxurious.

　　 But for a respected prince of the Great Zhou, he can only be called shabby!

　　嘭!

　　 The more he thought about it, the more angry he got, Zhao Yuan slapped the small table hard with a slap, shaking the jug and cup.

　　 "How long has it been since then, how come your temper has grown stronger?"

　　 Zhao Muhehe laughed, stretched out two fingers, and lightly tapped his brother's forehead.

　　 "Three meals a day, big fish and meat, suitable for meat and vegetables, dressed in silk and satin, living in a big palace, what you want, you have to do it yourself."

　　 "Outside the imperial city, I don't know how many people want to live this kind of life, what else am I not satisfied with..."

　　 Zhao Yuan squatted his mouth when he heard his brother's self-deprecating remarks.

　　 His eye circles are red, and he argues:

　　 "But the emperor brother, you were born in the heavenly family! You are the imperial family!"

　　 "You should have established a mansion, crowned the prince, crowned the prince, and commander-in-chief! Wear a diadem suit, add nine beads, and hold the power of one person and more than 10,000 people..."

　　 "Even if you don't fight for the position with the prince, you can be a happy prince!"

　　 "But now... Since you were born, you haven't stepped out of this Changle Palace! Do you know what the world outside looks like?"

　　 "Father has imprisoned you here, fifteen years, fifteen years already!"

　　 "Because of the sentence of Sitianjian-"Every nine, there must be a big crime"!"

　　 "The old man said nothing and white teeth, saying that the emperor brother, you have the appearance of'the dragon swallows the python', and you were born to defeat your father and brother, and you have committed the evil!"

　　 "If it is left unattended, it will inevitably lead to catastrophic disasters!"

　　 Zhao Yuan suppressed his voice, with a crying voice, looking at his brother who was imprisoned in the side hall of the cold palace like a bird in a cage.

　　 The hatred in his heart is almost like thick ink that cannot be removed, filling his entire chest.

　　 "A sentence of fate will imprison you for fifteen years! Another ten or twenty years, I am afraid the same will be the case!"

　　 "A while ago, the prince also told his father that he wanted to send the emperor's brother to Tongzhou and guard the emperor's mausoleum for filial piety..."

　　 As the eleventh prince, Zhao Yuan clenched the corner of the table tightly, his forehead bounced with blue veins.

　　 The feminine and handsome face has both grievances and a vicious atmosphere.

　　 was born in the royal family, which should have been a great fortune.

　　 is equivalent to being born with a golden spoon in it, and you have what you want.

　　 If there is no desire to fight for power, there will be no problem in life.

　　 But for the emperor, what is the difference between him and the prisoners in the sky prison?

　　 When he was fifteen years old, he had never seen his father or mother, nor had he embraced her under her knees.

　　 Except for the eunuchs and court ladies of Changle Palace, I have never seen any outsiders again.

　　I thought of the emperor's brother, day after day, year after year, living such tormenting days.

　　 Zhao Yuan has hatred and hostility.

　　 "Okay, out of Yongshou Palace, I haven't heard these words before."

　　 Zhao Mu poured two glasses of wine and took a sip by himself.

　　 mellow and soft, leaving an aftertaste.

　　 is the first-class goods!

　　 "These words, I would only say to the emperor brother."

　　 Zhao Yuan fell silent, condensing his inner emotions, his immature little face was lonely.

　　 "I heard that your majesty has allowed you to practice martial arts."

　　 Zhao Mu deliberately changed the subject.

　　 "Well, I found a lesson from the Forbidden Army, and I just learned a hammer-shaped body-hardened Thunderstrike."

　　 Zhao Yuan said truthfully.

　　 He opened his mouth and he wanted to say, "If the emperor wants to learn, I can teach you secretly."

　　 I can change my mind and remember that the father had explicitly forbidden him to teach martial arts privately to Zhao Mu, and then he swallowed it back.

　　 The Great Zhou Dynasty established the country by martial arts, and the atmosphere of admiring martial arts was extremely strong.

　　 Although it is said, the emperor had already set the idea of ​​governing the country by culture.

　　 But in the Great Zhou, martial arts is still a step into the body.

　　Even literati must practice the breathing method and carry the blood.

　　 The "gifted" who can only chant poems and make the right without the power to bind chickens, are not welcomed.

　　Don't learn martial arts!

　　 That is to cut off Zhao Mu's future and let him live in the cold palace for the rest of his life.

　　 "The commander of the Forbidden Army said that I have roots, and I can expect future achievements."

　　 Zhao Yuan didn’t want to drink or eat food, he held one cheek with his hand, looked at his indifferent brother, and said confidently:

　　 "Brother Emperor, I will definitely practice martial arts with my heart! Become a great master innate, let my father change his mind, release you from the imperial palace, and regain freedom."

　　 "Okay, I'll wait for that day."

　　 Zhao Mu smiled softly and touched his brother's head.

　　 It’s just that he knew in his heart that it might not be so easy to get out of this cold palace.

　　 The sentence "The dragon swallows the python, the father and the brother" have already nailed Zhao Mu's future destiny firmly here.

　　 Wait until the prince, or other princes succeed to the throne.

　　 Maybe he will be sent to the mausoleum of Tongzhou to perform filial piety, and he will die.

　　 Maybe, it will be worse.

　　 I hope my younger brother Zhao Yuan will become a great master innate and break the situation, just a delusion.

　　 The Great Zhou Dynasty is a vast territory and is the first of the four kingdoms.

　　 How many great masters are born and reborn with rebellious innateness?

　　 Zhao Mu's expression is indifferent, but he has his own cares in his heart.

　　 "It's getting late at night, let's go back, otherwise you will make your father angry again."

　　 Eating clean dishes, Zhao Mu pulled the pot of wine steak in front of his younger brother Zhao Yuan to him, and smiled:

　　 "You are still young, and you can't drink too much wine. Give me this pot. U U Reading www.uukanshu.com"

　　 Seeing the boyish behavior pretended by the emperor's brother, Zhao Yuan's heart was full of haze, as if a cloud was seeing the sun, a few rays of sunlight cast down.

　　 "Come back next time, I will bring a pot of better wine!"

　　 the young eleven prince said firmly.

see you later.

　　 is half a year later.

　　 But neither of them mentioned anyone, as if they had forgotten.

　　 "It's best to be a century-old brewed by Yunzhongju. The fairy is drunk. It is said that a cup of it is like climbing a fairy and can be drunk for ten years."

　　 Zhao Mu laughed, looked at his younger brother who had packed the food box, and sent him to the door.

　　 "By the way, Brother Huang, please one thing."

　　 Zhao Yuan walked out of the Yongshou Hall, across the door, pointed his finger:

　　 "I want this Diaoqiu on you."

　　 Zhao Mu stood at the door, slightly taken aback.

　　 Then, there was warmth in my heart.

　　 "You, clever ghost!"

　　 Zhao Mu smiled helplessly, reached out his hand and nodded his brother's forehead.

　　 Zhao Yuan replaced the snow-white fox fur, which was worth a lot of money, with a bright smile:

　　 "I took the emperor's Diaoqiu, but I couldn't let the emperor be cold, so I exchanged it with this fox-qiu!"

　　 After that, without waiting for Zhao Mu's consent, he took the messy fur and put it on his body, and ran away carrying the food box.

　　 "Where is the style of a prince."

　　 Zhao Mu hugged the snowy white fox fur that still had warmth, and whispered.

　　 He stood quietly at the door, the cold and snow poured in.

　　The ten princes who were imprisoned in the deep palace seemed to be unaware, but stared blankly at the thin figure disappearing into the snow.

　　 After a while, the black robe was covered with water droplets, soaking the clothes.

　　 The heavy snow fell like goose feathers, and it took a long time for the gate of Yongshou Hall to close.