On the day of the wedding, the ten miles of red wares in Jian'an City were the biggest wedding in a century.

The royal guard of honor is clearing the way, and the vastness of the hope is endless. It makes people sigh that the emperor has married a wife, which is a scale that has never been seen in a century.

The onlookers squeezed all the streets out of nowhere, and it was difficult for all the troops in the imperial city to be dispatched. More than a dozen palace maids sprinkled copper coins while walking, and the crowd was even more in a mess.

The second floor of the Tea Pavilion Inn along the road was also crowded with onlookers. The woman envied the unforgettable grandeur of the woman, while the man fantasized about the beauty of the princess Yong'an, which was full of noise and tumultuousness.

Xiao Yunhe sat upright in the sedan chair, listening to the envy and amazement along the street, his mood was calm.

If you continue this path, you will never look back.

When I think of that person, a faint sourness and melancholy pass through my heart. After all, it is deep love and shallow fate.

She cannot have both fish and bear's paws. If she chooses to stand at the peak of power, she will inevitably lose something. How can life be perfect everywhere?

I can't feel better if I comfort myself like this.

Huixue's voice came from outside the sedan chair, "Princess, if you bear it, you'll be almost here."

Be patient?

Xiao Yunhe was stunned for a moment. For a moment, she had the urge to escape, and her blood was boiling. In the end, she suppressed it and turned into a faint sigh beside her teeth.

At this time, a commotion suddenly came from the crowd. She heard the swords and guns of the Imperial Guards cutting through the sky and making a deafening hiss. The screams of the people came one after another, and they didn't know whether they were excitement or fear.

Xiao Yunhe clenched his fingers and asked in a deep voice: "What happened?"

Jian'an City has strict security, not to mention that Baili Zhuo attaches great importance to this wedding, for fear that someone will take the opportunity to cause trouble, so he started preparing for it several months ago.

Could it be that Han Guo wants to take the opportunity to cause trouble?

It is still some resistance organizations in the world.

Xiao Yunhe's thoughts changed rapidly, and his fingers had quietly pressed the jade buckle on his waist.

"Princess, is it...yes..." Hui Xue's stuttering voice came, and she was extremely frightened.

Xiao Yunhe calmly responded. This sedan chair was made of black iron, and it was invulnerable to swords and guns. As soon as she went out, she would become a target of archery. There were countless archers ambushing them in secret.

“What is it?”

Suddenly, a flute sounded, and the man secretly applied internal force to steadily suppress all the noise.

The sound of the cold is melodious and moving, like a sad song, which makes people unable to help but feel sad, turning to cry and complain, like a whisper in a lover.

Xiao Yunhe was shocked and his eyes widened in disbelief.

How is that possible?

The sound of the flute was getting closer and closer, as if it was right in my ears, arousing her dusty thoughts.

That night, the dew slept in the mountains and fields. The man stood on the treetops, and the huge bright moon behind him shone on the silver mask, as far away as the heavens.

The sound of the flute that night was exactly the same as that at this moment.

She asked, "What's the name of this song?"

He replied: "No name."

"Why don't you have a name?"

"I heard it by chance, and I wrote it down."

"A woman is expressing her grief to her lover. I don't know you like this style of music."

"You don't know much."

She didn't expect that she could hear the sound of the flute again, at this moment.

At this time, Jin Xing's voice came excitedly: "Princess, he is here, he is really here."

Xiao Yunhe smiled bitterly.

What exactly does he want to do?

The onlookers saw a man in white descending from the sky, like a god, passing by the imperial guards. The silver mask radiated a cold luster in the sun, which was even colder than the swords and guns in the imperial guards' hands.

In the blink of an eye, he landed on the sedan chair. Gao Yun, the commander of the imperial guard, commanded the archers to aim at the man with thousands of arrows and said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

The man held a jade flute in his hand, as ethereal as an immortal under the moon.

"Anonymous."

"What do you want to do?"

"Snatch a bride."

Gao Yunqi's nose was about to be crooked. Could this man be a lunatic. He dared to compete with the emperor for brides. He was tired of living.

But the people screamed in waves. This was so exciting and rare in a century.

"How charming is this Princess Yong'an? How dare someone come to rob a bride at the risk of killing the nine clans."

"Ah hahaha, you don't know this, you can be a romantic person even if you die under the peony flowers."

Gao Yun's face was gloomy and directed the archers to prepare.

Jin Xing shouted: "Slow down, don't hurt the princess."

The sedan chair is invulnerable, but there are two windows that are gaps. This man has great martial arts skills and has to be careful.

Gao Yun had no choice but to lift his sword and step forward, "Can the hero know the consequences of doing this?"

"Know."

Gao Yun flew in front of him, landed at the other end of the sedan chair, and looked at the man from afar.

"If you want to take the princess away, step over my body." After the words, the sword was unsheathed, and the cold air was soaring that it headed straight towards the man's life gate.

If you can be the commander of the imperial guards, you are definitely a top-notch master. You have been practicing in the army for many years, with iron-blooded and cruel methods, and your moves are rushing to kill.

The man turned his hands behind his back and his body in mid-air, cleverly avoiding the long sword.

He tilted his toes and turned his body and then fell lightly behind Gao Yun. His speed was extremely fast, so that people could only see a afterimage. It was too late to find it.

Gao Yun realized something was wrong, so he didn't look back and swung the sword at the first time. The opponent easily grabbed the sword blade. He flicked his fingers gently, and there was a crisp sound. Gao Yun's wrist was numb, and the sword almost came out of his hand.

Gao Yun was shocked inexplicably. This man's martial arts skills were unfathomable and he was no match for him.

But even if he fights desperately, he will never let this person take Princess Yong'an away.

"Thousands of troops and horses can't stop me today." The man said, no longer ruthlessly, and knocked Gao Yun down from the sedan chair.

Even the hard black iron has fatal weaknesses. Between the walls of the sedan chairs, there are long whips that break through the air, and the beautiful figure of the woman wearing a phoenix crown and a robe robe behind the long whip.

"Madam, do you want to murder your husband?" The man laughed, and the long whip fell into his hands. Even if the barbs pierced deeply into his palms, blood flowing, he did not frown.

Xiao Yunhe looked at him quietly: "You shouldn't have come."

The man raised his eyebrows, and the eyes behind the mask seemed to be in a quiet pool, which was so deep that it wrapped around Xiao Yunhe, which made her breathless.

"I won't come, will you marry a man you don't love?" The man's voice mixed with a hint of anger.

"It's not important, let it go, it's too late." Xiao Yunhe murmured, and in an instant, two lines of clear tears burst out from his eyes.

The man wrapped around the long whip and approached step by step, his eyes were filled with tenderness that Xiao Yun and had never seen before.

“It’s never too late.”

He stretched out his other hand, gently stroked Xiao Yunhe's cheek, and wiped her tears.

While Xiao Yun and Shen Si were in a daze, they pointed at the back of her neck with their fingers. Xiao Yunhe realized that it was too late when he came here.

She stared at the man in front of her in shock: "You..."

The man took off his mask with his fingers, revealing a face that was both angry with the gods.

Xiao Yunhe recognized this face as Song Yunqi, the son of the Marquis of Puyang.

But he is not.

In the vague consciousness, Xiao Yunhe thought of the modern Yunqi, and perfectly overlapped with the man in front of him.

In an instant, all the clues were connected and a terrible idea arose.

"It's you..."

The man sighed quietly: "It's me."

"Sorry, I'm late."

Traveling through the cycle of reincarnation, traveling through mountains and rivers, I am here.

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