In the spring of the seventieth year of the Northern Calendar, Chu Peiyan, the son of the Duke of Dingguo, gave up the grace of the meritorious home, and referred to the imperial examination with the students of the poor family, and won the championship one after another to become the head of the three cases.

For this reason, the Dingguo Mansion has been putting up lanterns and feasts for several days, and the main entrance is lighting firecrackers every day, sprinkling peanuts and cakes to celebrate with the people.

This day is the day to receive the gold list, the Dingguo Mansion released the words early, this day is no longer the fruit, but will be sprinkled with silver peanuts made by the silver building, and a box of two taels of silver "Chen Ji" cakes, so as to ask for a good omen of "step by step", attracting the people of the whole capital to just be transparent, and they rushed to the Dingguo Mansion.

There were people who rushed to grab a good position early, but at this moment, their faces were not as full of excitement and expectation as a few days ago, but they all looked suspicious, and even with a little trepidation, ———there was a black golden silk nanmu coffin in the open space in front of the gate of the Dingguo Mansion sprinkled with firecracker debris.

It snowed all night last night, and the spring snow originally lined the debris with joy, but now there is a black coffin, and the heavy black overwhelms the fine red, which fills the Dingguo Mansion with a heavy and strange atmosphere.

"Today is a big day for Champion Lang to receive the gold list, who is so bold as to send such a thing to slap the face of the Guogong Mansion?"

"Isn't that a daring man who is not afraid of death! It's really unlucky, this is trying to rush the fortune of the champion! "Dingguo Gong holds great power, but it is not something that any cat or dog can provoke, not to mention that the current son Chu Peiyan is the champion of high school and the saint is strong.

"What's strange is that this coffin is covered with a big red brocade, isn't it a congratulatory gift to send the coffin? I don't know who Zhuang Yuanlang has offended, and he has been so discouraged......"

"What nonsense?! Don't get out of here! ”

An angry shout sounded out of thin air, which shocked the people who were talking to each other and immediately scattered, and they hid in the corner, not daring to talk about the coffin that stood in front of the gate of the Dingguo Mansion.

The originally closed vermilion door slowly opened with a "creak", and Chu Peiyan, who was wearing a red reckless champion uniform, carried the light on his back, strode down the bluestone stone steps, and finally stopped in front of the coffin.

His face was shrouded in the projection of the coffin, making it impossible to see his expression, except for the unusually dazzling red robe in the sunlight.

Chu Peiyan's eagle eyes narrowed slightly, and he walked around the coffin calmly, and suddenly raised his hand, and the big red brocade covering the coffin lid flew up instantly, and the golden tassels swirled in the air, bringing up red debris flying all over the sky, and finally fell heavily on the snow.

"If it is a congratulatory gift, how can there be a gift that is not accepted? Come and open the coffin for a ceremony. Chu Peiyan commanded in a deep voice.

A guard persuaded: "Lord Shizi, this is absolutely unacceptable!" This coffin is already extremely unlucky when it is blocked outside the door of the house, how can it open the coffin and add bad luck? It's a great ...... for you."

Chu Peiyan took a step forward, and his cold eagle eyes were always staring at the coffin lid: "Open the coffin!" ”

However, in just two words, it was with a majestic murderous aura, as if to pierce the coffin lid, and the onlookers listened to their legs trembling involuntarily, and they were a little in a trance for a while, and they didn't dare to see the young man in front of him who exuded a fierce momentum as one person with the gentle and elegant champion.

Chu Peiyan's words, the nursing home of the Dingguo Mansion did not dare to disobey, and several people surrounded the coffin, and together they lifted the heavy coffin lid and slowly dragged it back......

Suddenly, the rolling dark clouds pressed the ground, the wind came from the hole, rolled up a piece of debris, the red crumbs covered the black coffin, a white shadow quickly rose from the coffin, the toes pointed to the coffin, the white clothes dragged the ground, the wide sleeves flew in the wind, the little red debris was like layers of petal rain, and the woman in white hidden in the lining was transcendent, like the Nine Heavens Xuannu.

"The eleventh lang of the Chu family has been amazing and extraordinary since he was a child; The eleventh year inherits the position of the son, the sixteenth year is the champion, the twentieth year is the head of the Hanlin Academy, and the twenty-fifth year is the cabinet university scholar......"

Everyone vaguely heard a woman slowly whispering, the voice was tactful and crisp, like a mountain stream and a clear spring, people couldn't help but follow the sound to find people, but only to see the yellow sand all over the sky, flying debris everywhere, and then heard a sigh that seemed to be nothing.

"The eleventh lang of the Chu family has a great future, but unfortunately he can only die today and stop at the top of the list."

The last word "Yuan" lingered, the sound dispersed and the wind stopped, and the heaven and earth instantly returned to their original state, but Chu Peiyan, who was originally standing next to the coffin, was lying in the coffin, the red clothes were entangled with the black coffin, his eyes were closed, his thin lips were pursed, and in the center of his eyebrows was a lancet that was only three inches long but carved with strange patterns.

The silver frost paved the ground, and the red brocade draped the coffin, lining the black coffin shockingly.

In the spring of the seventieth year of the Northern Calendar, Chu Peiyan, the prince of Dingguo, was attacked and died, and the murderer only heard his voice and did not see his person, so it became a headless public case, and the people in the market scrambled to discuss. ***************************************

Although the wedge looks a little bit of martial arts fantasy, the author guarantees that this is definitely not a martial arts drama, it is a serious house fight, farming, and farming!

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