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"Juan'er, slow down, no one will fight with you."

In Shan Wenbai's hoarse voice, unconsciously, there was a little tenderness, and then he picked up the chopsticks himself, opened his mouth to take a bite, but in the next breath, his brows frowned slightly, because there was too much food on the side. It's salty, it's salty.

After taking a sip, Shan Wenbai put down his chopsticks, looked at the middle-aged woman who seemed to be starving in front of him, but was still stuffing her mouth with big mouthfuls, and continued softly:

"In my life, Shan Wenbai, I have been worthy of myself and the so-called survivors of the previous dynasty, but I have only let you down."

Shan Wenbai's voice fell with shame, and the tears in the eyes of the middle-aged woman were even worse, like big tears, dripping drop after drop into the bowl in front of her.

Tears were salty, dripping down the already salty noodles.

That taste is bitter.

Chapter 0695 Death

In the middle of Shenjing City, under the bright moonlight, Tianhui Army Jiang Yue led You Tingjian and his wife slowly out of You Mansion.

Jiang Yue, the commander of the legion covered in a radiant robe, stood beside a large carriage, and stretched out his hand to signal the two people beside him to enter the carriage. Then You Tingjian patted the back of his wife's hand lightly, and gave the latter a reassuring look. , the first to enter the car.

Then the carriage, escorted by a group of armored sergeants, drove towards the White Emperor Palace. In front of the gate of Youfu, two soldiers stepped forward and pasted the seal on it in a cross shape. The big seal looks so dazzling under the moonlight.

Outside the small courtyard half a joss stick away from the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Rites, Shenwei, Pengri, and Youyi were surrounded by the fourth army, and on the nearby tall buildings, all eyes were watching the kitchen of the small courtyard. , the two lights and shadows sitting on the dining table and eating noodles.

In the kitchen, the two ate noodles, but their mouths were full of bitterness.

The middle-aged woman in her forties, who was showing signs of aging, held chopsticks with extremely rough hands, and continued to silently stuff noodles into her mouth, but the tears gushing out had already blurred her vision, and then she He could only let out a low whimper, just like a person who fell into the water, the most helpless cry before death.

"It's not easy for you to live alone this year. Just now I saw a few catties of bacon hanging in the kitchen. It's in good condition. I remember that Shanzi used to like to eat bacon most."

Hearing Shan Wenbai mentioning her son, the middle-aged woman burst into tears in her eyes. She stopped holding the noodles, and after swallowing hard, she responded for the first time:

"The bacon was sent by the hostess of the Youfu years ago, but Shanzi, Shanzi, he is gone, I don't even know if I will see him again in my lifetime.

"Husband, please tell me where Shanzi has gone, even if it is a sea of ​​swords and flames, even if it is death, I will go to find him!"

For the last sentence, the middle-aged woman cried and begged, but Shan Wenbai, who was opposite her, fell into a long silence under the light, and finally shook her head and spoke softly Responded:

"Juan'er, I hope you know that Shanzi is also my son, and I will never harm him."

"I just want to see my son!"

A hoarse cry came from the mouth of the middle-aged woman, and then she bit her lips tightly, and continued to say three words one by one:

"I hate you!"

"You should hate me."

Shan Wenbai nodded, then turned his head to one side, looked at the flickering light beside him, and continued to speak softly:

"I said years ago that if I could return safely, we would retire to a place where no one knew us, but now it seems that this promise cannot be fulfilled."

As the sound came out, black blood gushed out of Shan Wenbai's seven orifices again, and then he raised his sleeve to wipe it carefully, but it couldn't be wiped clean.

The middle-aged woman looked at her husband's bloody appearance, closed her eyes, and tried her best to calm down her trembling body. After a long time, she opened her mouth and said:

"Husband, the news that you went to the Metropolitan City years ago, I wrote a letter and handed it to Sir Si Tianjian."

As soon as this remark came out, Shan Wenbai's hand holding the noodles stopped in mid-air, and then his face remained unchanged, and he continued to stuff the noodles into his mouth, chewing carefully, and the response sounded in the small kitchen :

"I thought it was You Tingjian, but I didn't expect it to be you, Juaner."

"I don't want to live like this anymore. I'm tired and working hard."

Gradually calming down, the middle-aged woman, who held back her tears, uttered despair and relief in her voice, then stared at Shan Wenbai, whose face was covered in black blood, and spoke again:

"I'm a woman, I don't understand what my husband means, and I never ask about it. I used to think that my husband was for the people of the entire capital, but you and I have lived under the same roof for so long, and I can feel it more or less. slightly different."

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, it's better to die."

Shan Wenbai looked up to the sky and let out a sigh, then turned to look at the middle-aged woman with a calm face, and asked softly:

"Miss, are you finished eating noodles?"

In the big bowl in front of the middle-aged woman, there was only a little soup left in the bowl of extremely bitter noodles, and then she tapped and responded softly:

"Eat well, it's delicious."

"Eat and drink enough, then let's go!"

"I still don't worry about going down the mountain. This child has suffered a lot since he was a child. You left him in the most dangerous Yulong Pass for several years. He finally went back to Beijing to meet him, and he will be driven away. If there is another life, I will As a mother, I hope he will stop being my son."

"Samsara is impermanent. If there are such things as the afterlife, I will burn my body in the flames of karma if I think about it, and I will not be able to escape."

Shan Wenbai's voice became lower and lower, weaker and weaker. After a few breaths, the light in the kitchen in the small courtyard was extinguished. On the high pavilion beside him, Liang Po raised his eyebrows and stepped forward. The whole burly figure fell straight down, and the faint and mellow voice surrounded the spot:

"Let's go and collect the corpse."

Then Dong Guo Lezheng and Li Chunfeng, two rather old men, looked at each other and said in unison:

"Your Majesty, he is really kind, allowing him to end himself in such a decent manner, but in other words, it is impossible to get any information from his mouth for this kind of sane man, perhaps this is the most stable way to deal with it .”

"Sometimes, you can get more information after death than when you are alive!"

Tens of breaths later, the door of the kitchen in this small courtyard was pushed open by Liang Po, and then the moonlight poured into it from the outside. Under the faint light, on the dining table, there were two figures lying on their stomachs. Black blood flowed from their seven orifices. Gushing out, already lifeless.

"A human being is like a speck of dust, no matter who he was in life, he is still a piece of loess after death. Let's do an autopsy!"

Liang Po stepped into it, and the voice rolled out.

White Emperor Palace, Imperial Garden.

Under the Xuantianmu life spirits floating around, Zhao Yu, who was wearing plain white mourning clothes, sat upright, then he raised his hand to pick up the steaming bitter tea next to him again, took a sip, got up slowly, and walked towards the imperial garden A soul-inducing candle lit inside, kneeling beside it.

The young emperor lowered his head and stared at the flickering candle in front of him with his ebony black eyes. The smoke rising from this red candle seemed to form the face of a kind old lady with a smile on his face.

Zhao Yu stared at the front quietly, then smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said softly:

"Grandma, it's the first seven days. If you come back to browse the whole Great Summer, you must have seen a lot of excitement. But for me, all this is just the beginning. The 90th year of the Great Summer Calendar is destined to be extraordinary."

Chapter 0696 Argument

The night of the ninth day of the first lunar month, with people crying and people dying, was extremely long, but at dawn, everything gradually calmed down and the dust settled.

In the White Emperor's Palace, in the imperial garden, Zhao Yu was kneeling alone beside the red candle, with a solemn expression on his face, and the three cinnabar avenues on his brows were shining under the light, shining with indescribable majesty.

There were still patches of snowflakes falling on the sky, and then Liang Po's burly body, bearing the snow, stepped quickly from outside under the Xuantian tree, which was grounded against the sky, and came behind Zhao Yu, knelt down likewise, and said softly :

"Your Majesty, the roundup of Wanjian Mountain in the Wide Area City and Shenjing City is over for the time being."

Liang Po's magnetic voice fell, and Zhao Yu's young voice came from the front:

"Broken, tell me the specific situation."

Then Liang Po nodded, and the voice continued:

"Returning to Your Majesty, Shan Wenbai and his wife committed suicide in the kitchen. Before he died, he just ordered a bowl of noodles himself and did not do anything else. Si Tianta had already organized the most experienced monks overnight Perform an autopsy on Shan Wenbai's body."

After Liang Po finished saying this sentence, he paused for a breath, and continued to speak:

"Shan Wenbai died of an unimaginable backlash. His body was actually an ordinary person with no cultivation, and his wife died of poisoning."

"I have expected that great master or an ordinary person, because in Shenjing City, under the cover of mountains and seas, it is impossible for any monk to hide, and Yizang has been there for so many years, not to mention, Shanwen Bai still attended the early court in the Huangji Hall."

There was a trace of coldness in Zhao Yu's voice, because the darkness hidden deep under the light of Shenjing City was enough to make anyone's hair stand on end.

How can you allow others to sleep soundly on the side of the couch!

It is true that Shan Wenbai's patience is good enough, so good that he has been operating silently for so many years, and he has not let it go, but the appearance of Zhao Yu and the great changes brought about by it have deeply stimulated this former national teacher , if he still does not take action, then there is no chance to make another move.

The game between the two sides is like a one-sided chess game in the next game, and the Great Xia, which has entered the new era, has too many advantages. It is extremely difficult for Shan Wenbai to realize the illusory dream of restoring the country, so the destination and the end point It is the blood gushing out of the seven orifices, and the body dies and the Tao disappears.

In fact, regarding the death of the Great Master, Zhao Yu didn't feel too much trouble in his heart, because in his opinion, this is a matter of course. With the popularization of defensive stone statue towers, these so-called survivors of the former dynasty It is only a matter of time before any shelter is captured and killed.

However, the means possessed by the Great Master caused the young emperor to fall into deep thought. After a short period of thought, Zhao Yu's steady voice continued to resound through the entire Xuantian tree:

"For people like the Great Master, the corpse can tell us more. Based on the information we have obtained before, the former Ying family inherited the supernatural power as Shuiyue Jinghua. In addition to having the powerful power to copy other supernatural powers In addition, it can also form a self-cultivating man in the mirror, similar to another body.

"However, the Great Master died on the battlefield of the Southern Barbarians. He died as well as the man in the mirror."

"Your Majesty, the body that died on the Southern Barbarian battlefield was a zombie that had already died."

After Zhao Yu's figure fell, Liang Po opened his mouth and reminded him gently, then Zhao Yu, who was still kneeling in front of the lamp, nodded and continued to open his mouth:

"So the hidden inheritance magical powers of Jiang's lineage, the great master of the former dynasty, should be similar to the means of seizing the house and rebirth. These survivors of the former dynasty are really centipedes, dead but not stiff."

The young emperor let out a sigh. For a dynasty with a long history, even if Guozuo has died out, there are still endless means. But for Zhao Yu, if he wants to expand outward, then a stable rear is essential.

"Your Majesty, this time, I assure you that this great master will never die again."

Liang Po's voice of complaint was rare and firm, and then Zhao Yu turned around, looking at the former's shiny bald head under the candlelight, suddenly the corners of his mouth twitched, he let out a chuckle, and continued to speak:

"Shan Wenbai still wanted to go to the top of Wanjian Mountain to die in the end, trying to get rid of the golden cicada's shell, and let Murong He and I have an enmity by the way, making it difficult for me, but I didn't expect that my people came to Guangzhou earlier than him Yuyu City, but Murong He was able to ignore the chance of becoming a saint, and also beheaded the man in his mirror to death with a single sword.

"If it would have taken about a day for the news to spread from Guangyu City to Shenjing City before I ascended the throne, he might still be able to succeed with this method, but now, even if it is an army of angry beasts, I can come to Guangda in an instant. Yucheng, so Shanwenbai actually lost to this new era."

Zhao Yu's voice was still calm and indifferent, but it vividly expressed the cruelty under the avenue. No matter how talented and thoughtful you are, it is futile under the influence of generations, and you are destined to be eliminated like a big wave washing the sand.

Zhao Yu's voice was calm and indifferent, but it vividly expressed the cruelty under the avenue. No matter how intelligent and thoughtful you are, it is futile under the influence of generations, and you are destined to be eliminated mercilessly.

On the vast land of Shenzhou, no matter how long the night is, even the extreme northern snowfield that has been night for three years will finally usher in dawn.

Therefore, after some exchanges between the master and servant who had been dependent on each other since childhood, the first ray of light gradually appeared in the night sky in the east of Shenjing City.

As the dawn pierced through the darkness, Liang Po raised his head, looked at Zhao Yu's not-so-broad shoulders in front of him, and continued to speak softly:

"Your Majesty, on the top of Wanjian Mountain, Murong He released the Qinglian sword energy that was originally used to become holy, and retreated again to become holy. Sima Annan and the Angry Beast Army had some friction with Jiange disciples, and those disciples were a little excited. Do you need to let Night Dire Division go too?"

"The disciples of Jiange did not participate in Qianlong Secret Realm, so they are a little arrogant. Sword cultivators have always been like this. Let Sima Annan make trouble. He has a sense of propriety. As for Wanjiange, I have a hunch that Muronghe's ability is far more than that. Maybe Maybe he can perform miracles.

"And the opportunity I'm looking for may be there!"

After Zhao Yu finished speaking, he directly looked up at the void above. On the entire vast land of Shenzhou, he could sense two faint calls of opportunity, one for the north and one for the south.

Glazed City in the north, the female saint of the Ice Field!

Wanjian Mountain in the south, Murong He!

"Your Majesty, You Tingjian, the former Minister of Rites, has been detained in the White Emperor Palace. Do you want to see him?"

"No need."

A faint response came from Zhao Yu's mouth, and then he stood up, stretched out his hand and patted the grass clippings on his knees, and faced the morning sun, he walked slowly outside the imperial garden, leaving only a steady voice surrounded on the spot:

"Today is the first early court in the 90th year of the Great Xia calendar. I will directly bring You Tingjian to the court. I will interrogate the six ministries, the cabinet, the three divisions, and all civil and military officials!"

Chapter 0697 speechless justification

In the middle of the night in Shenjing City, a small amount of snow fell, just like pear blossoms in full bloom in spring, blown by the wind, sprinkled a few pure white flowers, full of innocence, but under this innocence and whiteness, there are countless People stay up all night.

Especially the two alleys of Zizhu and Liuye, which are very close to the small courtyard of Shanwenbai. Almost completely imprisoned, stopping the flow of heaven and earth vitality and void.

Under such circumstances, the guards opened the door one after another to investigate the news, but just opened the door a little, and the bright red blood-like armor belonging to the Japanese army came into view directly, like a knife that had been unsheathed, carrying an unparalleled The baleful aura almost pierced the enemy's hot chest.

The Great Xia has been in power for [-] years, and the Fourth Army has always been the strongest Dinghai god in the whole Great Xia. On the contrary, once it is dispatched in person, it will almost certainly be a major event that shakes the whole country. Therefore, these guards directly closed the door without saying a word, and turned around. Walking towards the main house where the owner was, he raised his hand and knocked on the door without hesitation.

Throughout the second half of the night, until the first ray of morning light pierced the darkness, the officials of the imperial court sat in the study and waited, but the outside world was extremely calm, without any noise, explosions, or fluctuations in fighting, but it was this silence that gave off a sense of oppression. deepest.

Finally, the old butler knocked on the door of the study room in the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Punishment, and said:

"My lord, when it's time to go to court, the carriage is already ready outside."

"What's different outside?"

The Minister of the Ministry of Punishment returned to God before, looked at the old butler and asked softly, and then the latter bowed again and said:

"Returning to the master, everything is as usual outside, and there is nothing unusual."

Fang Qian nodded, put down the book in his hand, got up and walked outside the study room, took a deep breath, and pushed the door straight out.

About half a quarter of an hour later, at the entrance of Zizhu and Liuye alleys, the long queue of carriages began to line up and move forward slowly. When driving to the front of Shangshu Youfu, the Ministry of Rites, almost every wide carriage would stop. After taking a few breaths, the officials inside opened the curtain, looking at the glaring bright red seal on the door, their expressions changed slightly.

"Old man, hey!"

Some people who were acquainted with You Tingjian, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, could not help but let out a sigh.

The light shining down from the east became brighter and brighter, and then at the entrance of the Huangji Hall, the old eunuch who looked like a sculpture opened his mouth and let out a loud shout that pierced the sky:

"On the tenth day of the first lunar month in the 90th year of the Great Xia calendar, at the beginning of the early morning, all officials are invited to enter the palace for duty."

The unique voice of the old eunuch was very recognizable, and it lingered clearly in everyone's ears. Afterwards, the civil and military officials who had already lined up in the square of His Royal Highness Huangji carefully adjusted their court clothes under the fluttering snowflakes. Solemnly lift your feet up the 99 steps of white jade stairs.

Solemn and solemn, in the Great Hall of the Emperor where the phoenix of the nine heavens and the black bird with four wings soared and danced, all the officials knelt down facing the young emperor above, and a uniform voice of greeting lingered in the hall: