A cold light flashed in Xin Yi's eyes. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info is just an invitation, and I actually want to kneel down to greet him, except for the emperor's holy decree, no one in the world has such a big face. Even if the Lu family is the head of the five surnames and seven hopes, they have never been so blatant at the feet of the Son of Heaven.

The more Xin Yi wanted to be colder, and she was about to argue a few words, but suddenly felt a beam of eyes lock on her, and a gaze that did not show mountains and water but was threatening, actually suppressed her anger.

Xin Yi looked at her in surprise, the person staring at her was not the side, it was her grandmother Xin Zhou.

Xin Zhou also knelt at the head, and at this moment she shook her head slightly at Xin Yi, silent but irresistible. This grandmother is mysterious and unpredictable, and she has never had other intentions for Xin Yi, but has often helped.

Although Xin Yi didn't know why, he didn't ask much, so he had to suppress the anger in his heart according to Xin Zhou's meaning, and knelt down to welcome the invitation in a proper manner.

Lu Zhao nodded with satisfaction, and his chin was raised a little more: "My Lu family has strange tea: Huizhou Huangshan pineapple." Its water opens lotus, leaves give birth to flowers, it is really a fairy family scene, and it should be appreciated with the ladies and sons of Zhufu. I also asked Miss Xinyi to appreciate her face. The specific time and place are all in this invitation. I won't go into details. ”

"Go. Xin Yi didn't answer Green Butterfly, but urged her with a scowl on her face.

The green butterfly didn't dare to say more, and after saluting, she took her leave.

The door slammed shut, the midday daylight was cut off instantly, and the room without candles was a little dark.

The porridge and side dishes on the table gradually cooled down, the lamb belly soup was greasy with the oil, but the elm chopsticks were not moved.

Xin Yi sat motionless, her little face turned blue from a layer of cold air, her fingertips clenched into fists, and rested heavily on the desk.

Tea tasting invitations, sure enough, are not so simple.

From Lu Zhao personally came to deliver the invitation, this one was not elegant, but a measuring stick, a measuring stick that measured Chu or Han, black or white.

The official families in Chang'an, the civil and military columns, how to welcome Lu Zhao, how to kneel to welcome the invitation, and how to send the Lu family away, have all become bargaining chips on the measuring stick.

If there is a half-point reversal, the chips weigh one or two, and the scale rod will be pressed to the "death".

If there is a very respectful, the chips weigh one or two, and the scale rod is pressed to the "sheng".

And the Lu family is the clan in charge of the weighing pole. Lu Zhao is the one who cast the chips.

Xin Yi looked at the invitation card in the box, the fragrance of Biyun Spring Tree was faint, but it smelled of blood in Xin Yi, and the smell of blood was regurgitated.

also wrapped a tea-tasting style Yapier, which is more chilling than the blade that is directly exposed. I don't know why the person who can't see through is dead, and even if the person who can't see through is dead, there is nothing he can do.

The Lu family is prosperous and can change. A big change that is about to sweep the entire Chang'an officialdom, a crack that is enough to subvert the Great Wei Dynasty.

In the name of sending invitations, Lu Zhao was used as the eyes and ears to test the attitude of various officials towards the Lu family. This is just a temptation, it is estimated that on the day of the official tea tasting party, the Lu family's knife will be revealed. Xin Yi flicked his sleeves and pushed open the window sash.

Outside the window, the back garden of Lufu, the lights were quiet, a few bamboo lanterns were squeaking under the eaves, it seemed that there was some noise on the side of the aunt Sun Yuling, and seeing that Xin Qi was surrounded by everyone, she hurried to Sun Yuling's side.

Along the way, all the rooms opened their doors, and the concubines who were idle in a panic knocked on melon seeds to see jokes, and there was a faint cry of Sun Yuling pinching her throat: "Master, don't do anything about the concubine! Xin Ling, the dead girl, is gone, and the concubine doesn't know where she went!"

Xin Yi's eyebrows furrowed. Xin Ling is missing.

And where she went and who she went to, others don't know, but she can guess it nine times out of ten. But she didn't want to stand up and intervene, Xin Ling had her own choice, and she didn't need to uphold justice in a righteous and awe-inspiring manner.

I'm afraid that Xin Ling will never return to the day when he goes.

The cold November wind blew in, blowing the fire in the fire pond and suddenly dying.

It was terriblely overcast. The dark blue sky, the blackened clouds like rotten cotton wool, pressed down on Chang'an City.

"It's snowing soon. Xin Yi shuddered, and couldn't help but tighten his sleeves.

Those who follow me prosper, and those who oppose me perish.

The tea tasting event on that day will be a Hongmen feast.

November 20. Winter is coming.

Lu Gao's change is still deadlocked, and Yuanchen still hasn't appeared. Whether it is the shadow guards of the Lu family or the officers and soldiers of Dali Temple, they can't find any trace of him.

Lu Huan finally ran out of patience.

The only Miss Chang died tragically, and the murderer was at large for nearly a month, whether it was face or friendship, the Lu family was like a lion breaking free from the chains, and began a crazy counterattack.

The Lu family ordered: If Yuanchen does not surrender, on November 21, Lu will behead 100 members of the Gao family. On the twenty-second day of November, another hundred people were killed. On the twenty-third day of November, another hundred people were beheaded.

In other words, if Yuanchen does not appear within three days, more than 300 people of the Gao clan will all turn into ghosts within three days.

Either kill 100 people a day and streak corpses on the streets, or round dust appears. Although the final result is also a dead end, according to the "Wei Dian", it will be handed over to Dali Temple and the Criminal Department for execution, and the Lu family can no longer interfere.

The Bohai Gao clan can die a decent death, and even offset it with the merits of the clan, or the intercession of the world's officials, they can save some blood.

Yuanchen's surrender has become Gao's last vitality and the last variable.

Great Wei was panicked, and Kyushu was uneasy. All eyes were on Chang'an, on Gaofu, and on the Lu family who surrounded Gaofu, the blade that had been sharpened.

November 21. Rain.

The north wind blew bitingly, and the Xiaoice crystals caught in the rain fluttered on people's faces. The sky in early winter was dark, like sewage soaked in the gutter, and it was depressing.

Chang'an, Anhua Street. Kofu.

The Lu family's army was dense, like locusts, surrounding the Gao Mansion. There was still dark red on the ground, which was the congealed blood of the Gao clan people killed a few days ago.

There was a faint cry in the Gao Mansion, but it was more of a dead silence, the kind that had become the death of the fish on the anvil.

Lu Huan wore a scale armor and a golden hood, held a seven-star treasure sword, rode a horse and a lion, and patrolled majestically at the gate of Gaofu, waiting for the appearance of Yuanchen.

All silence, all suppressed despair. However, as time passed, Yuanchen was still nowhere to be seen, and Lu Huan's face suddenly became angry.

"The old man has given the Gao family face, the agreement is invalid, and the murder will pay for his life! Come! Take a hundred people from the Gao family, and the old man will personally kill them!

Lu Huan shouted, and some soldiers hugged their fists to receive their lives. After a while, the people of the Baihao Gao clan were tied into a string by ropes and forcibly dragged out of the house, from children to teenagers, from women to old children, and none of them were left behind.

Like a bunch of cattle to be slaughtered, trembling miserably in the rain. The crying of children, the resentment of women and children, and the lamentation of young people were mixed together, and the rain above seemed to be blocked and flowed backwards.

"Cut!" Lu Huan was murderous, the seven-star treasure knife was slamming, he slapped the horse, and the sword in his hand was killed.

The cold light flashed, and the knife rose and fell. The treasure knife was like a sickle for chopping wheat straw, and with a smooth slash, more than a dozen people's heads fell to the ground, and the blood instantly merged into a stream.

The crying was heartbreaking, the cry for mercy was in the air, the heads were still open, and the bones rolled into the pond of stagnant water in the street, and the black and red sewage was splashed everywhere.

The rain was getting heavier. The massacre continued, and Chang'an City wept silently.