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—Let not the dead stand in the way of the living—

The flags were parked in front of the camp, and everyone hurried past.Zhou Tan glanced at the fluttering eagles on the purple ground. The pair of eagles were embroidered as if they were alive.He stroked the horse's head in his hand, and chewed the cooked beans that were supposed to be fed to the horse.

He Lianyun was busy with manual work in the tent, first wrapping the nails tightly with thin thread, and then further strengthening.

Zhou Tan's waist and back can be grasped with one hand, and the outer armor pulled to the tightest end still jingles when put on, empty and full of wind.

Zhou Tanga grabbed the cooked beans in the cloth bag in a hurry, and saw He Lianyu walking away from the wall as if he was sick with his skirts on his feet. He hadn't seen this person for a long time, and he heard that he was thrown away last month. Zhou Daying, after a month, has actually taken on a new and delicate look.

"You...how?"

"Oh," Helian Yu stroked his temples and pinched two fingers: "There are foreign affairs."

Zhou Tan didn't continue to ask her, just spread out his palms and asked, "Do you want to eat?"

He Lianyu hesitated to speak: "What are you doing, grabbing food from horses all day long? Didn't I give you food again?"

"No..." Zhou Tan replied, "It just tastes good."

The taste is really good. War horses and people share the same pot of food. Horses will only eat more finely what they eat in the army. Xuezhaoshan kicked and tapped the two passing by, rubbing a head in dissatisfaction, and drenched Zhou Tan Half of his face was covered with icy water, his forehead felt cold, and he gently pushed the horse's head away.

The river was frozen over, and the sealed ice layer had to be crushed first to fetch water. The crushed ice gradually melted in the pot, and the temperature continued to rise.Zhou Tan lowered his head and continued to look at the pot, thinking that the taste in his mouth had faded.

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It was night, the sky was full of moon and stars, Zhang Lihua was running barefoot in the deserted cold garden with her skirt in hand.

The nobleman's hairpins were messy, her face was flushed abnormally, and the broken bricks and tiles pierced through the soles of her feet. She didn't care about the pain, and tightly held the red and purple palace dress intertwined with gold and silver threads in her hands.

A river of blood flowed down the stone steps of Kanyu Pavilion, and the young warlock fell into the pool of blood, face down, unable to see life or death.

Zhang Lihua forced herself not to look back, wrapped her blood-soaked embroidered shoes tightly, crossed the vermilion threshold, and walked along the imperial garden all the way into the Jinxiu Hall.

The lights of Jinxiu Hall were not extinguished, and the candlelight radiated warmth in the dark palace.

As expected of the name Splendid, even at night, the silk lanterns are lined up on both sides, painted with begonias, like a glowing sea of ​​gorgeous flowers.

Zhou Jintu put down the half-stitched embroidered handkerchief, raised his eyebrows lightly and delicately: "Please come in, nobleman."

Zhang Lihua didn't dare to go through the main entrance, she stood awkwardly at the side entrance with hanging flower branches, with panic in her eyes.

"Let's burn the shoes..." Zhou Jintu pointed to the charcoal brazier in the courtyard, and signaled Gong'e to bring new embroidered shoes to replace her: "Sit down and talk."

"Save him..." Zhang Lihua said, two lines of tears dripped down mixed with blood, her expression was sad but earnest: "Princess, save him."

"Kanyu Pavilion, Wasteland Lengyuan, how do you explain that you were the first to discover him?" Zhou Jintu frowned and said, "Where did the night watchman go?"

Someone replied softly: "Just after passing Nanxun Gate, I saw the lantern, and it's in the lane next to Wangxian Tower."

"Make some noise..." Zhou Jintu said, "Lead them over."

"Yes." A figure drifted away lightly.

Zhou Jintu got up, her skirt was long, she held it in her palm, and she was so red that she dazzled: "Who knew you were going out?"

Zhang Lihua finally breathed a sigh of relief, she pressed her throbbing chest, and said, "Yu Li and Ru Yan are both extremely trustworthy people."

"Are you sure no one saw you running like this on the road?" Zhou Jintu pointed, lowering her eyelids to look at her bleeding feet. A pair of feet were covered with mud and blood, even broken tiles pierced into the flesh and blood.

"No..." Zhang Lihua panted slightly, and bandaged the wound on the sole of her foot: "No one will see me."

"That would be easier..." The princess pondered for a while: "When someone asked, they said that you were haunted by nightmares tonight, and worried that the dream would be unknown, so you came to the Buddhist hall to copy scriptures and pray for blessings. As for the injury on your foot, it was just a moment of impatience. Slipped and fell in front of the Buddhist hall and scratched a small shovel for planting flowers."

Zhou Jintu casually picked up the half-court shovel for planting flowers, threw it to the front of the hall, and said solemnly, "Remember clearly, what you want to worship is Ankang Buddha, and only I can offer it here, so I have to... look far away."

"Okay..." Zhang Lihua turned to the back of the hall, took off her exquisitely embroidered outer garment, put on plain clothes, and copied scriptures in the Buddhist hall.

Zhou Jintu didn't rest anymore, she could already hear the shouts of dogs running outside the hall, the watchman knocked on his clapper, and the torches went around. Although the emperor was not awakened, the guards in the palace were all dispatched one after another.

A black shadow floated down the courtyard wall without a sound, and Zhou Jintu didn't even look back: "Already dead?"

"It's been a long time..." The man replied, "It's so cold."

"If it's you..." Zhou Jintu lowered his voice, "Can you cross the palace wall and assassinate the warlock in front of Kanyu Pavilion?"

"Yes...but..." The tone changed: "There will be no trace."

Although the warlocks in the Kanyu Pavilion do not have any real names, they can talk in front of the emperor. The emperor's popularity rises, and there is an explanation why he came without a guard. Why he didn't struggle and didn't call for help is a bit suspicious .

Although the Kanyu Pavilion is remote, there are still people who can hear me calling for help miserably.Unless it was the one who died, the one who took the initiative to meet with joy and killed him.

In the palace, who else can I see?He wants to see Zhang Lihua, but is there anyone else he wants to see besides Zhang Lihua?

Zhang Lihua knelt in front of the altar, muttering incessantly.Her thin and thin shoulders trembled slightly in the wind, reminding Zhou Jintu of the sea silver lotus that had turned into a handful of ashes.

"I will give the princess a life..." Zhang Minghua said: "I beg the princess to send me on the road, unless the fire reaches the door, no one can force those ants to show their whereabouts. The princess will burn it, and I will make the fire letter."

"Don't want to live?" Zhou Jintu looked at her and asked.

"No..." Zhang Minghua said, "I want someone else to live."

Zhou Jintu regained her distracted thoughts, and the door knocking sounded, she lowered her dress and straightened her shoulders, with her head held high and her feet standing still: "Who is it?"

"Secretary of the Interior."

The voice came in, mixed with a hint of coolness.

There were open flames and people holding sticks at the door, Zhou Jintu narrowed his eyes slightly: "What are you doing here in the middle of the night? What do you want to check?"

The Secretary of the Interior has been in the limelight recently, and has become a knife in the emperor's hand. The pale-faced servant stood in front of the door with his hands behind his back. He was wearing a purple robe, his eyes were slanted upwards, and he looked stiff.

The emperor gave him a new name, and the idea was so good that there was a stir in the government and the public. Everyone who saw it should also call him Commander Yan.

Yan Xiaochen...

Which one is Zixiao, which one is Zichen?

Zhou Jintu did not give way, and looked directly at the other party: "There are rules in the inner garden of the deep palace."

"Come to the princess...to ask for a cup of evening tea." Yan Xiaochen pressed the silver-plated long knife on his waist and hips tightly, and the tassel slipped off his fingertips.

"Okay." Zhou Jintu suddenly smiled and stepped aside.She was originally bright and beautiful, and she smiled brightly, but it overwhelmed the lights all over the house.

"Leader, please save face..." she said, "Leave a few less."

The door in front of the hall slammed and closed slowly, only a few people followed.

Yan Xiaochen's complexion is pale, as white as a raw paste porcelain statue, but he will be dazzled after staring at it for a long time, and the end of his eyes seems to be full of intoxicating old wine, even if his expression is cold, it is easy to misunderstand.

He looks like Zhang Lihua, even a little like Zhang Minghua.No, they all look like one person, who could it be?

Zhou Jintu was a few steps behind, walking upright, with the tone of a court lady.

"Is there a new maid in the princess hall?" Yan Xiaochen suddenly turned around and asked casually.

"Yes..." Zhou Jintu replied, "It's called Wu Fong."

"Oh?"

The names of the ladies in the palace all sound like flowers, but the names in Jinxiu Hall are simple and crude. The concubines even discussed one sentence: "It feels rude to read it."

Wu Fan was wearing black clothes that looked like fish scales, her face was plain and without makeup, Yan Xiaochen turned around, and the knife under his waist suddenly came out of its sheath!

The blade blew a gust of wind in front of him, Zhou Jin did not avoid it, his eyes sparkled with interest.

"Chen Shan Scimitar..." The princess suddenly laughed out loud, shaking the flowers and branches tremblingly: "Commander Yan, the real surname is Yan, right?"

"As expected of the princess..." Yan Xiaochen said, "The real surname is Yan."

Shen Shan Scimitar disappeared for more than ten years, a tree fell in the Yan family and the monkeys scattered, and no one could trace their whereabouts. Zhou Jintu knew the emperor was suspicious, and always felt that the Yan family had been famous for many years and had produced many talents, so it shouldn't be so silent Boom and collapse.

But they were... nowhere to be seen.

Zhou Jintu can guess a thing or two about what to do when he makes a comeback.

Zhang Lihua was still reciting Buddhist scriptures, and the beads in her hands were being fiddled with constantly.Her eyelashes drooped, as if she had no sense of the outside world.

"Since the nobleman is here..." Yan Xiaochen asked, "Who was it that met the warlock in Kanyu Pavilion and assassinated him on the spot?"

Zhang Lihua still didn't answer, and continued to spin the beads in her hand.

"How do you know it's her?" Zhou Jintu asked.

A golden step shaker was pulled out, the flowers and branches were lifelike, and the lines were stained with blood.Bestowed by the emperor himself, there is no second branch.

Zhou Jintu frowned silently, his chest was filled with blood.

After the beading stopped, Zhang Lihua raised her head: "Who is calling me?"

Yan Xiaochen walked around in the Buddhist hall with his hands behind his back. Even though he and Zhou Jintu reported each other's families straight to the point, they didn't feel that the other party was trustworthy. The family friendship was true. The juniors will trust each other.

Kissing and kissing are all lies.

He really came here to disturb the situation. Allies can ask for them, but whether they want to help them wholeheartedly is another matter.

Zhou Jintu knew that she couldn't hand over the evidence, and there were other hurdles after passing this one. She pondered deeply, and finally said: "Commander Yan might as well look into the dead warlock. It's unknown if he had a feud outside."

Zhang Lihua's eyes widened, Zhou Jintu brushed past her, and whispered between his teeth: "Don't let the dead stand in the way of the living."

Her shoulders trembled, and two lines of tears rolled down in front of the Buddha.

The author says:

I have to do a lot of Pre recently, and the update time is even more unstable, but the weekly portion will be guaranteed.

Thank you very much, if you want to fatten up, just do it according to your own free time.

Zhou Tan: Suddenly my knee hurts.