The beginning of amnesia in the snow

Li Yishan and Xu Xiao also understood his idea. Although Xu Ziyi was not Xu Xiao and Wu Su's biological child, Xu Xiao and Wu Su had already treated him as their own. Xu Xiao and Li Yishan were also thinking about how to arrange Xu Ziyi, but after hearing this, they knew that Xu Ziyi had no intention of competing for the King of Beiliang, and they might have been worrying too much.

Xu Ziyi raised his head and said with a smile: "Master, I will leave first."

Looking at Xu Ziyi's departing back, Xu Xiao said with emotion: "He hid too many things in his heart, and hid them too deeply. Maybe I shouldn't have let him know in the first place."

"Let him walk his own path. We owe him." Li Yishan said.

When Xu Ziyi walked to the first floor, he saw White Fox Face holding a martial arts manual and was fascinated by it.

Xu Ziyi stopped and thought that the white fox's face was really beautiful when it was serious, which was quite unique.

"If you keep looking, I'll dig your eyes out." A cold voice sounded.

Xu Ziyi's hair stood up immediately, and then he smiled and said: "I just saw that you were so serious and I was embarrassed to disturb you."

The white fox-faced man ignored him, and Xu Ziyi also left tactfully.

Midwinter has arrived, with heavy snow falling from the sky. Beiliang is as cold as ever. Although it is noon, the streets are already empty.

"A-choo." Xu Ziyi subconsciously pulled his clothes to the collar. The white sky and the fur coat made of black bear skin on Xu Ziyi made him look particularly small and out of touch with the world.

The old Liang King said with relief: "From now on, you two will have to walk your own paths. An old man like me can't help you in any way."

Xu Fengnian, who was standing beside him, pretended to be angry and said, "Xu Xiao, today is the day my brother and I come of age, look at what nonsense you are saying."

After hearing this, Xu Xiao's mouth corners raised, and white snowflakes fell on the old man's head. From a distance, it seemed that the old King of Liang was really old.

In a secluded courtyard in the palace, in a seemingly simple house, an old man with a missing front tooth and a handsome man sat opposite each other.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the old man with a missing front tooth smiled and said: "I don't know why the eldest master wants to see me, if you have something to say, just say it."

Xu Ziyi glanced at the pillar on the side.

Lao Huang's face changed all of a sudden, and then he quickly stood up and opened his hands to protect the pillar beside him. If you didn't know, you would think that this dusty pillar was made of gold.

Anyway, Xu Ziyi doesn't believe it.

Old Huang's face tightened and he shook his head.

Xu Ziyi said in a serious tone: "Dad, why are you here?"

"That's all I have. Leave some for me." Old Huang said as he tried to snatch the wine gourd back. But Xu Ziyi dodged immediately and said, "Look at your buckle."

As he spoke, he pulled out the cork from the tattered wine gourd in one go. He then took a big sip, and Old Huang said anxiously, "Drink less, drink less."

"It's a damn good feeling."

A sip of wine goes down your stomach quickly, and it goes away quickly.

Immediately, the handsome young man in front of him changed his expression to a serious one. Maybe it was because the wine was too strong or what, but a blush appeared on the young man's face.

Old Huang in front of him also changed his expression to be serious.

"It's really fucking annoying. Old Huang, I won't stop you from going to find Wang Xianzhi, but if you dare to die out there, I'll dig up your ancestral grave tonight."

Before he finished speaking, the young man took out a seemingly ordinary wooden box from his sleeve and handed it to Old Huang, who looked very serious but would make even a dog laugh when seeing it.

"Don't worry about what this is. Just give it to me when you can't eat it." The young man looked at Old Huang who wanted to open his mouth and spoke first.

"Why would you do this, young master?"

"Because your life is still useful to me."

The young man put the wine gourd that the two men had just fought over on the table, stood up and walked out the door while talking, leaving Old Huang with a confused look on his face.

Before leaving, Xu Ziyi said, "After I'm done with you, you better get out of here and get killed by thunder."

Xu Ziyi, who had just left the house, felt something dripping on his face, which made him feel itchy. He quickly rolled up his sleeves and wiped it off.

"Fucking unlucky."

Old Huang at the door was leisurely drinking wine from the wine gourd on the table, staring in a daze at the small wooden box he had taken and placed on the table.

After a long while, a few words came out from his toothless mouth: "Old Huang, I know."