Chapter 692

In the same month and under the same starry sky, the temperature in Shenjing City, the most northwest part of summer, is undoubtedly much lower than that of Guangzhou City in the central part of China, especially when the heavy snow has just stopped for seven consecutive days.

In summer, the northern people all know that the lowest temperature is when the snow stops.

Late at night, the silvery moonlight, shining on the largest city in the vast land of Shenzhou, has a strong sense of sadness and beauty, because the white is not only the white covered by heavy snow, but also the mourning white of the old empress dowager.

Tonight is the first seven after the death of the old empress dowager. As the foot of the emperor, the Shenjing city has the deepest feelings for the old empress dowager, and the atmosphere of mourning is also the most intense. Therefore, the whole streets and alleys of the Shenjing city are lit with guiding candles, emitting a faint light.

In the twinkling of light, the virtual shadow of Taoism flashed away. After the virtual shadow flashed, it took two breaths, and the wind just roared by, making the candles on both sides flicker.

On the night of the ninth day of the first month in the ninetieth year of the lunar calendar, Shenjing city again entered the first level of combat readiness after 15 years. In the first floor hall of the Sitian tower, a supervisor raised the power of mountain and sea to the limit, which made every corner of the city have a panoramic view. Even the barking of a local dog in the lane would arouse the gaze of the supervisors.

In the middle of Shenjing City, you Tingjian opened his eyes from the bed and took a deep breath. Just then, a wave of inexplicable palpitations made him wake up from his sleep, and his whole chest seemed to be blocked by a huge stone, making it difficult to breathe.

Then you Tingjian slowly vomited out the air he inhaled. He turned to look at his wife who was sleeping beside him. With a trace of doting in his eyes, the middle-aged beautiful woman who fell asleep beside him seemed to have had a beautiful dream, with a little smile on her mouth. Although she was not as beautiful and moving as she was when she was young, her smile was still so charming.

The faint moonlight came from the window. After watching his wife Xu, you Tingjian carefully lifted the quilt and sat down at the table in the room. Then he picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea for himself, and then sipped it gently.

The icy water in his mouth made you's dizzy head clear. Then he looked up and focused on the moonlight shooting into the ground.

"The 90 years of the great summer calendar are really eventful."

The voice of whispering to himself came from the mouth of the Minister of rites. Then he did not hesitate. He got up and came to the door. After taking off a cloak, he gently opened the door and went out.

The cold wind in the northwest is striking, and it hurts people when it blows on his face. You Tingjian lifts up the hood of his cloak and covers his whole head. Stepping on the snow and moonlight, he slowly moves towards the west of the mansion.

The Minister of rites, you Tingjian, was born in a poor family. His parents died in his early years. He even had few relatives. Moreover, he had only one wife and one daughter. Therefore, most of the houses in Youfu were idle. In this case, it was somewhat similar to the White Emperor Palace.

The West House of Shangshu mansion of the Ministry of rites was originally the residence of the servants, but there were few people in Youfu. In order to facilitate the care, almost all the servants moved to the north of the main house. Therefore, the west house was idle and few people entered.

In the dead of night, only the north wind howls.

The snow covered trees on both sides of the road leave mottled shadows in the moonlight, like the ghosts with their teeth and claws. But you Tingjian's elegant face remains unchanged, and his step forward is steady as usual.

As the saying goes, enchantment comes from the heart. You Tingjian has read the most books of sages in his life. He is the head of the Ministry of rites and is in charge of the whole ceremony ceremony of Daxia. His natural mind is magnificent, and ghosts do not invade. The mottled ghosts along the way are no different from ordinary things in you Tingjian's eyes.

After half a column of incense, you Tingjian's figure in a cloak appears outside the west house. Without hesitation, he pushes the door directly and steps in.

In the west house, there are many rooms and complex terrain. You Tingjian shuttles around. Then he comes to a room and pushes the door again. Only this time, there is a figure in front of him. His hair is half black and half white, his body is bent and his face is thin. He is the young Yin of the capital city.

Shanwenbai!

Shanwenbai, originally on the top of wanjian mountain in Guangzhou City, was chopped into powder by green lotus sword Qi. At this time, shanwenbai appeared again in Shangshu Youfu of the Ministry of rites!

You Tingjian stands at the door and does not step in. He just looks at shanwenbai, who is sitting in the front of him. The mercury like moonlight sprinkles into the room from behind the former. Shanwenbai lifts his drooping head, and his seven orifices on his face are covered with black blood, and constantly drips down to the bottom.

This is the last man in the mirror who died!

"You don't come in?"

Shan Wenbai looks at you Tingjian standing outside the threshold. His voice is hoarse. Then you Tingjian nods and replies:

"the way is different, and we are not conspiring. This time, I have already returned the original kindness."

The threshold in front of you Tingjian is a natural moat between the two. Then you Tingjian looks at shanwenbai, whose breath is so weak that he opens his mouth and continues to say:

"I know that you Tingjian is today, and I am only a servant of the library without you. Maybe I can't get out of a state in my life Kuang came to this holy city. ""That's not sure. Gold scale is not a thing in the pool. Once the wind and cloud changes, you are the only one who supported thousands of people like you. You were the only one who made brilliant achievements in the imperial examination. Finally, you became the leader of the Ministry of rites and became the supreme minister."

"I knew that heaven can't drop the pie for no reason. What was easy to get should be returned."

You Tingjian's elegant and handsome face has deep helplessness. When he was young, he was really very handsome, which was an advantage in itself. Then Shan Wenbai, sitting on the ground, kept silent for a few minutes and continued to ask softly:

"when did you have doubts about me?"

"When you beat around the Bush and came to check with me the style of the imperial orders of the imperial court of the great Xia Dynasty, I felt something was wrong, because it was a secret of the dynasty, and you should not touch it."

After you Tingjian finished, he took a deep breath, and then looked at shanwenbai's eyes full of blood, which increased the volume and said:

"especially in a few days, the news of Zhenyu Hou's death came, and the most important thing is that he is good at freeing Yulong pass to Beijing!"

After saying that, you Tingjian raised his hand and hit the doorpost beside him with a heavy blow. He made a dull sound and roared:

"do you think it has anything to do with you?"

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