Rebellious officials bow their heads

In the middle of the night, the lights were lit one after another, the palace people became a mess anxiously, the patrolling guards searched around with torches, and the commander hurriedly sent an order to close the city gate, but it was too late.

Ji Han sat in the pavilion all night to deal with the piled memorials, and his subordinates came to inform that the emperor and the sixth son were gone. He had two black eye sockets froze, and he felt like he had returned to the chaos when the emperor disappeared. Thanks to Linze's current situation , it could only be that Ji Liu took him away.

Ji Han couldn't believe that the other party could leave everything behind and leave as soon as he said it, treating the government and the opposition as a joke.

He followed his subordinates to the empty Taixuan Hall, stood there for a moment before waving his hands, and ordered: "Call back the people who were sent out, and they will still perform their duties as before."

The subordinate hesitated: "My lord, how do those courtiers explain?"

"It's still the same reason, His Majesty is recovering from a serious illness."

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Thousands of miles away from the splendid and prosperous capital city, snow has already fallen in the north. The streets of Chonghan, the capital of the king, are gloomy with few pedestrians. On both sides are houses built of black rocks. The forest is thick and the ground is covered with a layer of ice. , whimpered by the wind whimpering with crushed snow.A young man ran out of King Zuo Xian's mansion, and went to the end of the street to buy a sweet potato on credit. The old man who sold roasted sweet potatoes turned on the oven, and a strong fragrance came out, white mist billowing.

The old man with gray hair put on worn cotton gloves, took out a sweet potato and handed it to the other party, "I heard that a concubine died in King Zuoxian's mansion? Was it buried?"

"Don't mention it!" Speaking of this, the boy lowered his voice in distaste, "Our master is a pity for the money, and when his wife died, he hastily found a coffin to put in. No, man It's still at our house."

"It's really inappropriate, but the big family thinks funerals are bad luck." The old man sighed.

"Hiss, it's really hot!" The servant held the sweet potato with his sleeve robe, "Stop talking, there's still a lot of work to do in the house, remember not to talk nonsense, or the lord will have to skin me!"

The old man laughed twice, "Hey, don't worry."

The boy hurried back to the house and closed the door.

The cold winter days are short and the nights are long, the time is still early, but the sky is getting dark early. A candle is lit in the study to illuminate the case. There was a chill down his back, so he turned his head and glanced at the stove. It was burning red and sparks were burning.

He has thick hair, a wide jaw covered with slightly curly beard, a thick nose, some lines and wrinkles around his eyes, and his rough long eyebrows are lowered to look calm and majestic. He is over half a hundred years old, and he looks away and is about to look at him again. Looking at the dossier, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a shadow beside the chair in front of the window.

This made Fei Lianshu suddenly startled, unexpectedly someone entered the room silently before his eyes, immediately drew out the scimitar at the side, and said coldly and vigilantly: "Who is it?"

That dark silhouette unhurriedly took down a candle from the high shelf, and a male voice sounded like a musical instrument beating lightly in the room: "Master Feilian is sitting at his desk, why are you willing to light only one candle?"

The person who came took the fire booklet and lit the candle in his hand, illuminating his face like a bright moon.

Fei Lianshu narrowed his eyes, "Why did Master Dazhao have the leisure to come to my place?"

Qing Ci sat down on the chair, "It's been a long time since I've seen you, I miss you so much, I wonder if Master Fei Lian is well?"

Fei Lianshu sneered, "The old man doesn't need to worry about you, you two-faced guy. If you have anything to say, just talk about it."

"It seems that so much time has passed, Lord Fei Lian has not forgotten the death of your younger brother." Qingci raised his eyebrows slightly, "I was not the one who killed him, it's only because you failed to control Fo Luosan."

"At the beginning, I should have killed you when you were a brat. If you hadn't deceived the old man with your clever words and tricks, how could you have attracted the dog emperor's men to the iron prison to rescue that man!" He held the handle tightly. A sharp scimitar, veins throbbing on the back of his hand.

In contrast, Qing Ci was still unarmed and calm, and said calmly: "What is it about Fei Lian, has he not given you enough to make up for all these years? If you kill me, you will lose the deal with Yuan Xuanfeng Are you going to sit where you are today?"

Fei Lianshu suppressed his anger slightly, "Hearing what you say puts me in the position of a mutually beneficial businessman. I don't know what money you have to show up here now. Don't think that I don't know what's going on in the capital."

"I'm not worried about things in the capital, Master Fei Lian is worried for me instead?" Qing Ci smiled lightly, "I have my own way to take care of it."

"What can you do to deal with your defeat?" Fei Lianshu paused, thinking of something, and it became meaningful, "Could it be that the Florosan on Xuan and the Emperor has already..."

The candle was flickering, and the man sitting under the window said softly: "It seems that you have already made up your mind. I came here this time to ask you to send a manpower to find someone."

"Is there anyone in Beiluo worthy of your personal appearance?"

"A Zhaoren named Xu Yan, he may have brought..." Qingci's eyes moved slightly, "He brought a corpse."

Fei Lianshu smiled coldly, "Why do you think this old man will help you?"

Qing Ci stood up, looked at the letter on the desk, and asked, "Lord Feilian, what are you writing?"

Sensing his gaze, Fei Lianshu immediately turned around and covered the letter with a file.

"A lot of things you do are hidden from your king, right?" Qing Ci's voice was gentle.

"Are you threatening the old man?" Fei Lianshu raised his scimitar.

"How dare I, I just ask you to be more cautious in your dealings with others." He nodded politely, "When you find two people and hand them over to me, I will send the body of your younger brother who was taken away by the late emperor for investigation because of the Fo Luosan incident." , return it to you."

Fei Lianshu had always been ashamed of his younger brother's death in Zhaotu, so it would be nothing if he could take it back and exert such a small amount of energy. He thought about it for a while, and let go of his fears, "Can you really bring back his body?"

"Your Excellency, you can rest assured."

Fei Lianshu looked at the other side and walked out the door, and said, "How long will you stay in Beiluo?"

Qingci shook his head with a smile, he opened the door, and the wind and snow rushed in, raising his clothes, "If Lord Feilian finds it, send someone to send a message, I will not stay here, my battlefield It's the capital."

After Qing Ci left, a shadow dormant under the eaves outside the study also left, moving extremely quickly without making a sound, it was a short man, covered in black clothes, he found out the Zuo Xian Wang's mansion, Go straight to the majestic palace.

He stepped into the hall under the guidance of the guards, knelt down on one knee, and saluted with his right arm across his chest, "Your Majesty."

"How's Feilian's going?" A magnetic low voice came from the front.

The dark guard stated what he saw and heard just now verbatim.

The Beiluo Hall is not like the gold and jade carvings in the capital, with very few decorations. The quaint limestone around it is cut like a cut wall, with a cold color. The totem of the snow leopard is carved on the wall in front of it, revealing an indescribable atmosphere. , below it is a stone seat covered with a red fox blanket, and that touch of red adds a touch of vitality to the entire chilling hall.

The man sitting on the stone pedestal was tall and strong, with two long legs spread wide apart and stepped on the ground. He wore thick buckskin horn boots. His face was extremely deep, with honey-colored skin and thin lips. , with a high nose bridge and a long and thin scar at the corner of his eyebrows, which added a bit of wildness and unruliness to him.

The man's tied black curly hair fell from his forehead, and he pondered, "Who is Xu Yan?"

"The subordinates have sent someone to check his identity." The dark guard replied, "Should we capture Dazhao's national teacher first?"

The man smiled and stood up, "With him in Dazhao, there will be chaos. How can there be any fun in catching him? This Xu Yan must have important information on him, let's go and catch this Zhaoren who sneaked into Beiluo first." ,Walk."

The subordinates were stunned, "Your Majesty, do you want to do it yourself?"

He Liancheng raised his arms to stretch his muscles and bones, and strode down the stone steps, "If you sit down, you will get rusty."

In the next period of time, the king's capital was turbulent in the dark, and He Liancheng's secret guards spread and searched. However, Fei Lianshu, who holds great power in his hands, has a wide network of contacts and news, and when he heard that the king was making moves, he cautiously restrained himself.

After a few days passed, they sent someone to find Xu Yan's whereabouts, and asked the coffin shop to bury his little concubine.

The wind and snow were flying all over the sky, almost covering the pitch-black house, and there was endless whiteness everywhere. The guards in King Zuoxian's mansion waited for the snow to fall slightly before moving. The ground was icy and slippery. Six or seven guards lifted the heavy coffin , walked forward slowly.

Next to the coffin was a man who bowed his waist and was wrapped up tightly.

The guard cursed because of the cold weather, then turned to the clerk and asked, "How many coppers did your lord give you? Will you still take it from the shopkeeper when you go back to the shop?"

Maybe it was because the weather was too cold, the man didn't take off the brocade scarf covering half of his face, but only made a gesture of ten with his hands.

The guard looked at him impatiently, "Are you dumb?"

The clerk lowered his arm, and a muffled voice came: "My lord gave ten copper coins, and the shopkeeper took half of it."

The guard carried the coffin on his shoulders, leaned his head towards him, and lowered his voice, "Give me four copper coins, and I'll tell you about the treasurer's place. This is doing something for Zuo Xianwang's mansion, so he won't accept it again. How do you see it?"

The guy was obedient, nodded, took out the copper coin from his pocket, and handed it to the other party without looking at it.

A guard behind him laughed when he saw it, "Yo, Lao Jiu is here to make money again!"

A circle of big men laughed together.

The guard who collected the money didn't think so, and nodded to the guy quite proudly. If he couldn't move his hands while carrying the coffin, he would have patted him on the shoulder.

The guy looked up, pointed to a piece of water splashed in front of him, and reminded: "Be careful of slippery."

"Hey, my little brother's eyes are sharp, otherwise I will definitely fall if I step on it." The guard walked around.

The people behind joked: "If you want to fall yourself, don't let the coffin fall down!"

A group of people turned a corner, but saw a group of people approaching not far away, and stopped for unknown reasons.

The head of the guards sternly said: "Who dares to stop Zuo Xian's mansion from doing business?"

The group surrounded them unhurriedly, as if they were sizing up everyone, and then someone in the team said: "Take him down." Then they drew out their weapons in unison.

The guards panicked when they saw this battle, but before they could react, the enemy suddenly slashed at the guy!

What made them even more unexpected was that, seeing that the blade was about to split the boy into two pieces, the boy stood up straight, and pulled out a shining Mo Dao from the bottom of the coffin. There seemed to be a huge thunderbolt in his hand. With strength, he unceremoniously charged forward, and even directly cut off the opponent's blade!

The buddy kept moving, knocking down the enemies who rushed up one after another like flowing clouds and flowing water, until the voice shouted again at the beginning: "Back off!"

He Liancheng's black feather cloak flew in the thin snow, and the scimitar hit the buddy's Modao with a loud clang!

However, the opponent's strength was beyond his expectation, but after a few breaths of stalemate, he instantly pulled away his scimitar, and Mo Dao swept straight at his chest without leaving any room!

He Liancheng bent over to avoid it, and turned to the left, the scimitar pierced the cold wind and hit the opponent's neck.

The guy seemed to have noticed it a long time ago, and dodged to the right, which happened to be his plan. He Liancheng's move changed suddenly, and the sharp machete gleaming with cold light scraped towards the opponent's front door from bottom to top!

At the critical moment, the clerk almost tilted his head, and the cold blade almost brushed against the bridge of his nose, pulling away the cotton towel covering his face, revealing the man's stern and unkind face.

The clerk took Mo Dao with his left hand in an instant, and the blade stabbed obliquely at He Liancheng, who couldn't dodge in time, and cut the opponent's arm quickly, and a stream of blood flew and fell on the snow.

Seeing the blood, the startled guards came to their senses, threw down the coffin in a hurry, and fled to the rear.

The surrounding atmosphere became tense, and the waiting enemies were eager to try. He Liancheng wiped the blood on his arm, and when he was about to raise his knife to meet the opponent again, he found that the guy was obviously distracted and looked away.

He looked over and found that the coffin containing Fei Lianshu's concubine was lying on the ground. Shaking, the blanket covering his body fell out of the coffin, one arm hangs down weakly, the long satin-like hair half-hiding his jade-like face.

The scene froze for a while, and He Liancheng frowned deeply. This face made him feel like he had seen it before, and something suddenly flashed through his mind, and he froze, "Xie Linze—?"