After a beautiful moment in front of the door of the hall, the youngest son knocked on the thick mahogany door of the imperial study, making a dull sound.

"Your Majesty, the letter from the academy must be the result of the Heavenly Palace examination. After Qiu Gong said this, he could no longer speak. He bent down quietly, waiting for an answer from the palace people.

For a long time, a tired voice finally emerged in the emperor's study. Come in.

"Yes. After a small victory, the old eunuch opened the wooden door loudly and walked in.

The royal room is luxuriously decorated, except for the room full of carved golden dragons hovering outside the door, which is placed in the high temperature of a half-jade stone in the royal family, and then the jade lion is given to the green lion after the sun shines through sarcasm. This test is rare according to the world, and it is certainly worth putting an extra luxury in the home.

The bookshelves in the Goshuo are all made of sandalwood, so there is no sandalwood in the Noda Goshu, because every corner of the Goshuo has the aroma of sandalwood.

In the royal study, there is a huge desk.

The brocade rolls on the large desk were piled up like mountains, but they were laid out in an unconventional way.

In front of the bookcase sat a middle-aged boy in a silk yellow robe. Although he could tell that the big yellow robe was not carefully selected and tied carefully, it was imposed on one person. Once, Qiu Gong pushed open the door and rushed up with an upward momentum.

The middle-aged man frowned, on the one hand he was tired, but he hid the color of heroic war in his eyebrows. That person is not Liu Jizu, today's great man.

Qiu Gong walked in slowly, the man raised his head slightly, but his eyes closed slightly.

"The emperor works hard every day, but he also needs more rest to take care of the dragon's body. Qiu Gong tried to bend his body to the lowest and said sincerely.

"I'm resting again, but who would say those repetitive words?" the middle-aged man shook his head slightly, his tone seemed full of helplessness.

"Does the Heavenly Palace have a result?" such a smart man seemed to have just thought of what the old eunuch was called at the beginning, stretched out his arms, and said lazily.

"Yes. Just outside the palace. ”

"Read it. The middle-aged man took a soft breath and tapped his fingers rhythmically on the bookcase, as if he was a little absent-minded.

"Lin Ji, the son of Wuhou, is the master of Chayang XI. The old eunuch read a few words on the paper and held his breath deeply, because even if he saw something, the emperor, as the Son of Heaven, could not understand it.

He thought it would be a thunderstorm of rage, so the enemy minister pressed his waist to prevent His Majesty's ball of anger from matching him.

But nothing.

Lin Ji invited Gao Sheng and two of their locals to take the entrance exam to the Heavenly Palace. He packed one and a half layers of luggage at the Nanlai Hotel and one and a half layers of luggage at the Gaosheng Hotel, which seemed to be enough for him to eat for a year.

But two locals in Linchi were even outraged by his extravagant way of spending money. They had a drink all the way to the war, but they all drank late at noon and ended up drunk. Lin Ji was half asleep, took two silversmiths, and sent several of them back to the academy.

Early summer in Beijing is the rainy season. It rained again at night and it was cold on the road.

The bottom of the outer surface was getting bigger and bigger, bombarding the ground, the water splashed and fogged, the vision became worse and worse, the big stone roof not far away was almost impossible to see, and the drunken Forbidden Forest stood at the window of the academy and watched the clouds, silent.

Suddenly, he looked up at the window.

A middle-aged man appeared in the window of a bookstore with oiled paper, and the rain drenched most of his black robe. The sheath around his waist was stained with water. It's Liao Jie.

Wet from the rain, the front and back of the black robe were a little dark, which seemed a little inconvenient, but the magic was that a middle-aged man with a name did not feel inconvenient at all, standing quietly in front of Lin Zhi, holding the oil paper, looking at the uninterrupted rain in front of him, calm and calm.

"You seem to have made a public appearance," Lin Ben said with a smile, and Liao Jie looked very different from the past.

"If you want to kill someone, you have to do it. ”

"You look confident. ”

"You are convinced that you are not a child of the world. ”

He drew a very ordinary sword from under the bed. Nyingchi with his hands. He nodded in satisfaction. He hadn't used a sword in a long time, so he couldn't remember its weight.

Liao Jie threw a cloth bag from the window and rang a pinbell, but she accidentally slept high because she believed that Lin Ji's ability could make him sleep enough.

Open the cloth bag, a close-fitting soft clip, put it on carefully, cover most of your face with a black scarf, look at the copper mirror for a long time, confirm that there are no loopholes, and then hold the sword in the bad.

The silence of the night was disturbed by the rain. At this time, there are more footsteps. Ringy walked out of the house. Liao Jie opened the oil-paper umbrella like a gust of wind. At the same time, their footsteps moved towards the colors of dusk and rain.

"Why hold an umbrella?"

"To save energy. ”

"You know the microenvironment masters. ”

"There will be life. ”

The Trifu area today is very quiet. Quiet as thunder, cool breeze as thunder. From the alley where Trifu was located on College Road, no one could see anyone walking in the rain, not even the sound of a baby. There seems to be no other alley than those that cross and kill.

Not too far. The two men walked slowly, like tourists, and soon walked through Cui Fu's front door.

The two lions in front of Cui Fu's door are now terribly old, but they seem to have been lazy for a few minutes and have not been here last time.

Maybe it's because it's raining? Linji tilted his head and thought blankly.

Lin Zhi stood in the place where he recovered, Liao Jie walked up the stairs, and without pausing in the silk corner, he stretched out his hand and pushed open the two gold-locked doors.

"Who. "Sleeping like an energetic sanatorium, waking up from sleep, casually putting on a set of clothes, unable to suppress anger, who disturbed the leopard gall of people eating bear hearts, who dared to rush to Cui Fu.

Liao Jie shook his head, a little unable to see their reaction speed, so he didn't want to take them over, but waved to the two of them, like waving hands. Then the two flew out like punchbags. On a rainy night, screams rose sadly.

Lin Ji, who was behind Liao Jie, suddenly didn't say anything.

Then there were sparse clothes and the sound of picking up arms. Many people appear so badly in the eyes of two people.

In the eyes of this group of people, a man in black walked into Cui Fu with a silent child and was with Heng.

"Who. "Dare to rush to Cui Fu at night. The strong man led by the two couldn't help but tremble, and leaned against the crowd, saying with a hard dandruff.

After a long silence, it must have been the two of them. The people of Choi Phuc have finally settled down.

With the sound of incessant footsteps, who stopped at the bottom of the boots to eat and drink, the sharp knife slowly pulled out of the scabbard and rubbed out, and about 100 men walked out of Cui Fu's deep room with solemn faces.

Cui Bo is.

He walked with a beautiful knife. With every step he took, his wrist was a little black, and his long knife was shaking. When he swings the blade, it speaks and chirps. How could he blow all kinds of, whistle and wave like a whip of steel, and how could he eat and beat in the cool breeze like a raindrop?

The sound of knives breaking through the rain, whispering in a low voice, people kept punching. The tragic sound of fear is still the killing that Cui Fu just said.

(End of chapter)