The snow was flying, like rubbing cotton and pulling thighs, spreading all over the sky.

Yuntian Empire, Xianle Province.

The great cold is approaching, and this is the new year of the Yuntian Empire, and the coldest moment in the world.

Although auspicious snow indicates a good harvest, it should be the most festive time, but in the prince's mansion in Xianle Province, there is no feeling of the New Year atmosphere. The whole palace is covered with snow and is still deserted. Apart from the red lanterns hanging everywhere, there is no preparation for firecrackers, let alone fireworks.

Snowflakes like goose feathers fell from the sky, and a young man was stomping his feet at the door, his hands were slamming his heat, and his eyes were staring outside the door. The snowflakes withered, covering the steps at the door of the palace, but strangely no one came to clean it. The entire palace under the lanterns were only two stone lions on the left and right, still majestic.

Just like Prince Weiyuan at the time.

"Come here, come here..."

In less than half a stick of incense, the boy's eyes lit up and saw the sound of neat footsteps in the distance. Soon, he saw a team of iron armored cavalry running towards the snow. There were more than 20 people in total, and each of them had a solemn face.

The leader was an old man with a hunchbacked back. He led the horse and said while walking. On the horses of those people, there were more than a dozen doctors holding medical boxes and wearing gift crowns on their heads.

The boy quickly put down his hand, opened the door in panic, and then the group went up the stairs and walked in.

The whole process was terrible and no one spoke.

Looking at their backs as they left, the young man bowed his hands and suddenly knelt down towards the sky, folded his hands together, and murmured: "Please bless the immortals, please bless all the immortals, bless the prince to pass this level safely. The prince must not have anything to do..."

He was pious and said, and then closed his eyes and recited silently, and finally kowtowed three times.

This young man is called Xiao Wu, and he is a villager of Dushi Village, Xianle Province. He is ranked No. 5 at home, so he is also called Du Laowu. He is already seventeen years old this year. As early as when he was thirteen, he was selected into the royal palace.

Originally, his intention was to be a glorious royal guard, but he did not expect that he could not fight. At most, he could only have two taels of strength to carry a load and split the material. In the end, he did not take him.

But the young man was full of energy and he was not willing to return to the poor mountain village like this, so he stuffed some money and finally left it as a servant. This took four or five years to spend most of his youth.

"Little Five."

A voice came from the gate. Xiao Wu looked in the voice and a middle-aged man walked out. The middle-aged man was dressed as a servant, and he was wrapped in a thick cotton jacket, which looked a little more bloated than the young Xiao Wu.

The man sprayed mist from his mouth, frowned and looked at Xiao Wu who was kneeling on the ground, and said, "What are you doing when you kneel on the ground?"

"It's nothing." Xiaowu quickly stood up, and he didn't have time to take a picture of Xue Chen on his knees. He naturally knew this middle-aged man. He was the servant of the prince's mansion and his own head. Everyone called him Uncle Gao.

"Xiao Wu, it's best not to fiddle with these immortals and Buddhas in the palace. What the prince hates and dislikes the most is these superstitious things." Uncle Gao saw Xiao Wu's appearance and could not guess what he had done just now, and said coldly: "I know you also want the prince to get better as soon as possible, but this can only rely on the doctor, not these illusory immortals and Buddhas."

"I know." Xiao Wu's legs were a little stiff, and he replied with his head down.

Uncle Gao stepped forward and patted Xiaowu on the shoulder, looked at the silver-gray sky in the distance, and sighed: "We servants, we have been blessed to work in the royal palace for several lifetimes. The prince is our reborn parents. As long as we pray devoutly and God knows our sincerity, the prince will not leave us."

Xiao Wu said naughtyly: "Didn't Uncle Gao say that he couldn't believe these illusory immortals and Buddhas just now?"

With a "bang", Xiaowu covered his head, looked at Uncle Gao who knocked his head with a violent date, and said aggrievedly: "Uncle Gao?"

"You have been in the palace for four years. You have been under my command for two and a half years. Why don't you know how to adapt at all?" Uncle Gao snorted, and was confronted by Xiao Wu's words. He couldn't bear to worry about his face, so he could only conquer him with force: "You kid, you are diligent in everything, but you are not smart and flexible enough. I used to have a stupid and smart guy like you."

"Are Uncle Gao scolding me or praising me?" Xiao Wu asked inexplicably.

"What do you think?" Uncle Gao glared at him and said, "Looking at you like this, I can't help but want to beat you!"

Xiaowu smiled embarrassedly and stopped talking.

Uncle Gao looked at the sky outside. The heavy snow was as endless as cotton wool. The coldness in the air invaded from the ground, making him unable to help but wrap his body. His eyes suddenly became vicissitudes when he looked at the big red lantern hanging above his head, as if he was recalling something: "The servant who was following me in the past had the same name as yours, and was named Xiao Si. If he were alive now, he should be in his thirties..."

"He's dead?" Xiaowu shivered.

"Although you have been a servant for so long, your luck is better than Xiao Si. Although he has become the prince's book boy,...ah." At this point, Uncle Gao sighed and said, "This is his luck, and his misfortune. Although the prince's disappearance has nothing to do with him, he can never escape this. This is the rule of the royal palace and the rule of noble people."

"Ah, it turns out that the little fourth brother is the book boy next to the prince?"

This relationship has been traced a little far back. When the prince disappeared, he was not born yet.

"Yes." Uncle Gao's mouth curled up an inexplicable arc and said lightly: "You have been in the royal palace for so many years. Do you think that when the royal palace is in the capital, the New Year is like this?" Uncle Gao shook his head and recalled: "The royal palace was crowded with people, and there were endless officials to pay New Year's greetings, especially the bosses of the Ministry of War, who seemed to have to break the threshold of the prince's mansion. The scenic spot at that time was even today's emperor, who had been very jealous."

Xiaowu was so excited that his blood was boiling when Uncle Gao said it, but looking at the desolate scene in the royal palace, a feeling of sadness suddenly surged into his heart. He said, "Why is this now? The prince is seriously ill, and even the imperial doctor is unwilling to leave. The guards of Xianle Province have never been here several times."

"Of course, because the prince lost his power." Uncle Gao's eyes were cold, anger flashed across his face, and there was a hint of helplessness: "Now in the court, the prince has completely changed its direction since the prince disappeared from Kyoto. Who among these old slippers who have figured out the holy will do not know the emperor's intention? They wish the prince would die soon!"

"How can these people be like this? The Lord really has this intention?" Xiao Wu said indignantly!

"Although the emperor did not say it clearly, no one would not know this." Uncle Gao said lightly: "We are servants, we should say what should be said and what should not be said, and we must be sensible. Today I was quick and a little gloomy, so I said so much. Xiaowu, your mouth must be strict and you cannot reveal what I said today to anyone."

"I understand little." Xiao Wu said.

"Hey!" Uncle Gao sighed and said, "The prince has been following the stubborn disease for many years. From the princess' departure to the prince's disappearance, the disease is getting worse and worse." He stared at the sky and prayed, "I sincerely hope that the prince can spend this year safely, please bless God..."

Xiaowu also stood beside Uncle Gao, folded his hands together, and silently chanting...

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Although Xianle Province is the fief of King Weiyuan, the royal palace is not luxuriously built, and there is not even a grand atmosphere that reflects the kingly style. There are only six or seven courtyards and three schoolyards here. If it weren't for the four golden signs of "King Weiyuan Palace" hanging at the door and the two powerful stone lions with their bodies as if they were cast in gold, I'm afraid someone would think that this is just a mansion for ordinary wealthy people or merchants.

It's so simple that it's a bit shabby.

A villa near the left is the private villa of the Weiyuan Palace.

After returning to the fiefdom from Kyoto, Chu Yunfei had already ignored the government. He gave up all his things and rights, sat up the idle clouds and wild cranes, and enjoyed his life.

Unfortunately, fate is so bad that he has not been here for many years. The chronic disease that has always existed on his body has relapsed. It has been more than 30 years since he has been able to hold on.

At the entrance of the yard, Old Liu stood outside the door and watched the doctors go in. In less than a moment, he shook his head and sighed. His gloomy old face also collapsed.

I have been with Chu Yunfei for so many years. Although he also asked him to use Chu Yunfei to seize the map of mountains and rivers, he, a cultivator in the innate stage, was wronged here. But after all, the human heart is made of flesh, and the master and servant have been around for nearly fifty years. Chu Yunfei, from his pride and proud back then to his desolation and desolation now, he seemed to be a bystander to see it all... but he seemed to have participated in it and felt the helplessness and pain.

Since the Kongtong Taoist returned from the Ziyun Sect a month ago, the casual cultivators belonging to their camp have been in chaos. Mr. Liu was originally the disciple of the old man Bone Skull, and later the bone Skull Taoist followed the Kongtong Taoist, who was also from the large camp of the casual cultivator.

Now that the prince is sick and blind, he really wants to help Chu Yunfei, but his ability is limited. Although his innate cultivation is out of the category of mortals, he is still weak in his power. What's more, Chu Yunfei has known his identity for a long time, and Chu Yunfei just shook his head and refused to save him.

Old Liu knew in his heart that there were too many knots in the prince's heart, which was the root cause of his serious illness. He was unwilling to recover or be cured. He wanted to leave this world and see his dead relatives.

Just to make everyone feel at ease, Chu Yunfeirang did not stop them from visiting famous doctors and doctors everywhere to come for treatment. The prince did not cooperate with the treatment, and even the miracle doctor was just futile. What's more, his condition was really too difficult, and his breath was not much left.

"Why……"

This group of doctors was retrieved from other provinces and states within three days, with a total of seventeen people. At this moment, fourteen people have emerged, and three of them have certainly no hope.

The yard was full of snow. The prince did not allow any servants to approach this area, and no one came to clean it for a long time. Mr. Liu looked at the sky and the heavy snow seemed to have stopped a little.

During this time, two more doctors walked out, and one more was left.
Chapter completed!