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Night On the eaves of the Prime Minister's Mansion in Dongling, frost blades cut through and the sound of drums sounded. Ye Tinghuan hung upside down at the corner of the eaves, and the sword tip swept across the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows. She stared at the road outside the house - eighteen snow-trodden horses with black hoofs were tearing through the night. The mysterious cloak of the leader was billowing like a sick cloud, and what hung around his waist was not jade, but a medicine knife as thin as a cicada's wing. "Ji Yanqing." She chewed the name, the scent of bitter medicine filling her teeth. Three days ago, this man was on the border of Linyuan, using a pack of silver needles to revive the entire plague city; now, his horse's hooves were crushing the Dongling Law and breaking into the forbidden area of ​​the Prime Minister's Mansion. Day Ji Yanqing's fingertips rested on the Prime Minister's rich wrist. "Miss Ye's pulse," he suddenly chuckled, "why does it look like she's going to be chopped alive?" Envoys from the five major countries were kneeling outside the screen, and his medicine box contained the alliance letters of the princes. Ye Tinghuan suddenly pulled her hand away, but he wrapped it with a golden thread-- The other end of the thread was tied with the head of the Beiyan Kingdom secret guard that she had killed last night. Meet "Diagnostic fee." He opened his palm, and she caught a glimpse of the world's military books on it, "I want the volume of "Tiangong Bingjian" in your hand." Ye Tinghuan's sword tip touched his Adam's apple: "What a coincidence, I was about to burn it." Suddenly there was a snowstorm outside the window, and when Ji Yanqing smiled, the tear stain on her left eye was like a burning star: "Then..." He suddenly broke the golden thread, "Let's play a game of Burning Sky Chess together?" --Later, historical records recorded that in the winter of the third year of Jiahe in Dongling, the prime minister's only daughter burned a strange book at night, and the miracle doctor used snow as a matchmaker and found the world alliance in the ashes. (When the snow fell silently, the blood on her sword and the fragrance of his medicine arrived at dawn at the same time)