The emperor dismissed a group of courtiers, leaving only Song Yu in the imperial study. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The bloodbath of Baihualou case is actually not without eyebrows, but the relationship involves a lot of people, so the emperor still blocked the news.

He was waiting, waiting for Song Yu to get the real evidence, and the human and physical evidence, and then he arrested people together.

He doesn't fight uncertain battles until things are uncertain.

"How's it going?" The emperor looked at Song Yu, who had just come in from outside.

His expression was refreshed, his eyes were clear, and he did not show the suffering of the journey, nor the sluggishness of sleeping in the open air, and if it were not for the smell of dust and dust in his clothes, no one would know that he had just returned from a long distance.

"It's going to take some time." Song Yu replied with a few words.

The emperor pondered for a moment and asked, "Half a year is enough?" ”

To uproot this force from the Great Zhou Dynasty, the time required was as indispensable as the energy, and no one knew this better than the emperor.

Song Yu thought for a moment before replying, "Enough." ”

In the past few months, he has traveled to a lot of places, ostensibly to catch Zhao Jingheng, but in fact, he is doing things for the emperor, and this matter cannot be known to anyone.

The Emperor's jaw.

On the tenth day of the first month of winter, the emperor once again issued a wanted warrant, and anyone who caught the twelve princes Zhao Jingheng would be rewarded with one million gold dollars, and it would be no problem to add officials to the knighthood.

As soon as the wanted warrant came out, whether it was Dali Temple, the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses, or the emperor's personal soldiers, they all launched a carpet search in Kyoto, wanting to catch Zhao Jingheng.

Half a year has passed since the Hyakhualou case, and the fear of the people of Kyoto is still there, but it is much lighter, and after nightfall, although the weather is cold, there are still people walking around the streets.

Especially the flower street near the lake.

The so-called flower street is not a place to sell flowers, but because there are beautiful and beautiful women like flowers, every night, the side of the flower street is hung with red lanterns, and the aroma of rouge wafts around.

Singing and dancing, drinking and drinking, the delicate laughter of the women, and the orders of the sons and brothers have become the most unique and iconic things on the flower street.

A figure swept past the back alley of Flower Street, and its speed was as fast as a flying swallow passing by.

The figure disappeared into the darkness, and he quickly reached a hut, looked around, and leaped into the wall.

The room was not big, but after he entered, he did not rest, but groped a few times near the corner of the wall, only to see that one of the walls of the original room suddenly moved, and the figure stood up, pushed the wall gently, and dodged into the wall.

Once he entered, the wall had reverted to its original form, still just an ordinary wall.

Behind the wall, however, was still a long, dark passage through which the figure came to a side room.

He straightened his clothes, and then knocked softly on the door.

A deep male voice came from inside.

"Come in."

The figure pushed the door and entered, and saw Yang Qingcheng sitting in front of a tea case.

"Lord Yang, are you looking for me?" He said with flattery.

Yang Qingcheng lowered his head and couldn't see his face clearly.

"Why aren't you leaving?" He asked.

"It's not that you don't leave, it's that you're gone." The figure was slightly helpless, "Your Kyoto is heavily guarded, and since that incident, all the city gates have been fortified, and our people can't get out." ”

Yang Qingcheng said coldly, "You can't get out?" So how did Zhao Jingheng get out? ”

He knew that these golden people were not easy to get along with, but he didn't expect them to stay in Kyoto for so long! Now in order to find Zhao Jingheng, the emperor has launched a carpet search in Kyoto, and if these golden people are searched out, the consequences will be really unimaginable.

"Go back and tell you Amuta, it's better to leave quickly, otherwise don't blame me Yang Qingcheng for being ruthless!" Yang Qingcheng looked at him coldly, and a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes.

Rather than being searched out by the emperor in the end and everyone hugging and dying together, it is better to let him strike first.

"Yes, yes." The figure said in fear, "Lord Yang Mingjian, our Amuta will never be your enemy, this is Kyoto, and it is Lord Yang's territory." ”

Yang Qingcheng snorted coldly, "You can carry it." ”

It's just that these golden people promised very happily, but they always dragged on when they did it, thinking of this, Yang Qingcheng frowned.

"It can't be delayed any longer." He said, "Get out of the city quickly." ”

The figure looked embarrassed, "Kyoto has just strengthened its defenses, I'm afraid it's not so easy to get out of the city, unless it's ......"

"Unless what?"

"Unless Lord Yang can help us."

Yang Qingcheng stared at him coldly, like a condescending vulture staring at his prey, "How can I help?" ”

The figure thought for a moment, and then lowered his voice and spoke.

When his words fell, Yang Qingcheng refused.

"No!" He said flatly, "This must not be done. ”

The figure quickly lowered his head, a hint of mockery flashed across the corners of his mouth, and after a moment, he raised his head with a sincere expression, "Then Lord Yang, what do you say?" If we go out of the city like this, I'm afraid we will be discovered. ”

Yang Qingcheng's face was expressionless, "That's your business, don't come to ask me." ”

The figure became more and more helpless, "In this case, we have to wait for this rumor before leaving the city." ”

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The first heavy snow in Kyoto fell for three days, and it didn't stop until the 11th day of winter.

Qiu Ci pushed open the window and looked at the thick snow in the yard, Cai Wei and Ping'er led a group of maids to clean, and in the corner of the yard, I don't know who built two huge snowmen, honest and cute.

The window was pushed open, and a cold wind poured into the room, and Qiu Ci sneezed coldly.

Qinglan came in just to see this scene, and she hurriedly stepped forward a few steps.

"How can you open the windows in this weather?" Qinglan said as she closed the window, "If you accidentally catch a cold." ”

Qiu Ci was speechless, she was really worried about her body all the time!

"The snow has stopped, and I need to get out." Qiu Ji said.

When Qinglan heard this, she hurriedly put a big coat on her, and brought two soup women to follow her, looking ready to go.

Qiu Ci is funny, knowing that she cares about herself, and she can let her go.

Mei Kexin drew up a list of guests to be invited on the day of the succession, and also had to prepare some things for the succession.

Succession is a big deal, since He Qiuxue is under Mei Kexin's name, then she has to add her name to the family tree, and when the time comes, she will worship her ancestors.

When Qiu Ci arrived at Mei Xiangyuan, Mei Kexin was very busy.

She had no experience in this area, and the time was set in a hurry, and she had not been idle for the past few days.

Seeing the autumn words, she also took care of it flawlessly.

Qiu Ci saw that she was so busy, and she didn't want to disturb her, so she turned around and left the house.

She went to her own rice grain shop first, and the shopkeeper Meng said that the business was not bad, so she didn't have to worry about it, so she went to Jinxiu Textile to find Bai Rixi.