There was no grievance but he came to the gate of the Kyoto Mansion to beat the drum of grievances, if it was an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would have been scolded and blasted out by the official at this time, but Xu An said that he was a student of the Spirit Academy, not that the students of the Spirit Academy were noble in this city.

Even the most ordinary vendors in the city knew about the major incident that happened in the Beichang Empire last year, not to mention the official in the Kyoto Prefecture who was in charge of arresting people, so the official felt that this matter should not be so simple.

The official stared at Xu An carefully, as if he wanted to remember all his characteristics, and then asked in a panic: "Then why are you drumming?"

"I'm looking for your Lord Yin. ”

Jokes! Lord Fu Yin, you can find it if you say you can find it? And find someone to use to beat the drum of injustice? These things are ridiculous.

The official also felt ridiculous, but many things that were too absurd were not as simple as they appeared, and the official also faintly felt that the young man in front of him was not simple, and there were not many people who pretended to be pigs and ate tigers in this world.

Those people may be psychopaths, who like to enjoy the fear of being recognized, or they may be really inconvenient to reveal their true identity.

In any case, this kind of person is the most hated type of person by these officials, and previous experience tells this official that he cannot be blasted out, nor can he be disrespectful. If he wants to find Lord Fu Yin, then he will just report it, and at most he will only be drunk by Lord Fu Yin.

"Wait a minute. ”

The official motioned for Xu An to enter the house.

Xu An threw the drum hammer in his hand back on the snow, bent down to pick up the paper umbrella on the ground, and then slowly walked into the gate of the Kyoto Prefecture.

The door closed, and the drum hammer outside the door and the old ash that had been shattered on the drum surface and fell to the ground were soon re-covered by the heavy snow and buried deeply.

Perhaps it will only be rediscovered when the snow stops and the sun rises, but the sun will not be able to re-establish itself in the blue sky. People may be able to see the hammer and know that someone has struck a drum here, but the untraceable dust will not be easily discovered.

The official didn't ask Xu An why he wanted to find Lord Fu Yin, because he had already realized that this matter was not simple, and he knew that those things were not for him to ask, but he didn't know who Xu An was.

Xu An stood next to the gate in the mansion, carefully patted the snow off his body, and then waited quietly in place.

Wang Kuan was still standing at the door of the room, looking at the getting bigger and bigger snow and feeling more and more uneasy, he was always wearing only the thin bedclothes, his face was frozen red, and there was a layer of frost on his eyebrows and beard, but he didn't seem to feel it, he ignored them, and never went back to the house to put on an extra piece of clothing.

His eyes wandered between inside the house and outside the door.

There was something he needed under the pillow in the room, and he had kept it by his pillow from the time he was ordered to arrest someone at the most inconspicuous grocery store in the west of the city until the fall of the Qin Heavenly Prison.

In any case, he did not dare to go to the Spirit Academy to arrest people, and no one had told him in advance that he was going to arrest the students of the Spirit Academy, he had suspicions, but what confirmed his suspicions was the fall of Qin Tianjian and the 21 officials hanging themselves in front of the Spirit Academy.

Wang Kuan saw the officials running in a panic, his feeling became more and more ungood, and his voice trembled and asked, "Who is playing the drum?"

The trembling was not just because of fear, but also because of the cold, and he was cold.

"Back to my lord, there was a young man standing outside the door who wanted to see my lord, he said that he was a student of the Spirit Academy, I asked him if he had any grievances, and he said no. The official bowed his head and saluted.

Wang Kuan quickly asked, "What's his name?"

He said his name was Xu An. ”

Wang Kuan's legs were almost unstable when he heard this, and he held on to the door frame to ensure that he would not fall, and after a long time, his lips trembled and he said slowly to himself: "Xu An, surnamed Xu An, a student of the Spirit Academy, has no grievances..."

The surname is Xu, and he is a student of the Spirit Academy, but he has no grievances but comes to beat the drum of grievances, these are linked together like a hammer in Wang Kuan's mind, but his thinking is not confused, but sober, unprecedentedly sober.

"Are you alright?" asked the official who hurriedly stepped forward to support Wang Kuan.

Touching Wang Kuan's hands, the cold servant shivered, and felt that the hairs on his whole body were about to stand up, this is really the body temperature that people can have?

This is not only due to the cold weather, but also to the cold heart.

Wang Kuan shook his head blankly, his face revealed ruthlessness, and he was a little relieved, but more fearful, and muttered repeatedly: "It's okay... It's okay, you ask him to wait for me in the hall and help me close the door. ”

After speaking, he slowly walked back to the house by holding on to the wall, and did not go back to the bedroom to add another piece of clothing, but came directly to the study, and the inkstone in the study still had residual ink, but it had been frozen due to the influence of the weather.

Wang Kuan stretched out a finger and gently rubbed the inkstone, and when he had ink on his fingers, he took out a piece of paper and wrote a line of words on it, the ink froze, and the traces of the ink on the paper were very shallow, but he could accurately see the handwriting on it.

After doing this, Wang Kuan picked up the inkstone with trembling hands, then bent down and put it at the door of the study, and walked to the window with some hesitation, as if he didn't dare to open the window directly. After hesitating for a while, he stretched out his finger stained with ink, trembled and made a small opening, and lay there looking at the sky outside carefully, with some nostalgia and reluctance in his eyes.

A snowflake floated in from the small opening, sticking gently to his eyebrows, and due to the unusually cold body temperature, it didn't even melt immediately, and it looked crystal clear. Wang Kuan gently took off this snowflake, put it on the letterhead, stepped over the inkstone at the door of the study, and walked towards the bedroom, where there was what he needed under the pillow.

Xu An had already moved into the hall, but the voice of the ascension had not come for a long time.

Xu An had been standing in the Kyoto Mansion for a quarter of an hour, which was enough time for the surrounding residents to get up and wash up, and then gather around the entrance of the Kyoto Mansion, and Xu An could already hear the noise outside the gate.

Looking at the seat that had always been empty, he frowned slightly, quickly stepped forward and grabbed the official and asked anxiously, "Where do you adults live?"

Seeing that Xu An had already surrounded him with sticks, Xu An said coldly: "I am the King of Hui'an of the Beichang Empire! Take me to your lord's residence! I don't want to kill anyone!"

When the officials heard the three words of King Hui'an, they dared to do disrespectful things again, and hurriedly knelt on their knees and saluted.

King Hui'an's status in the Beichang Empire is second only to the lord of the country, and it has never happened that there are two kings in a country, and there has always been only one king of Beichang in the Beichang Empire.

This is also something that everyone does not understand, they don't understand why the lord of the country wants to crown a king of Hui'an, and the queen leaves the capital in a hurry after making simple arrangements, and does not even give the courtiers a chance to advise.

Even the question of where the Hui'an palace was built and where the fief was located has not been clear until now.

In fact, Xu Shichang did not fail to consider these issues, but in his opinion, this whole world is not the king's land, and it doesn't matter where the palace is built?

No matter how dissatisfied the courtiers were with this result, they could only choose to accept it.

Xu An, the king of Hui'an, may not have as much power as one person under ten thousand people, but his status shows that even if the prime minister sees him, he has to perform courtiers, not to mention his own servants.

Wang Kuan lived in the Kyoto Prefecture, and Xu An soon came to the door of the room.

didn't stop, Xu An kicked the door open directly, but when he saw the situation in the house, Xu An instantly froze in place.

Directly opposite the doorway, there was a white silk, and below the white silk was a dilapidated bench, which had been trampled to the ground, and above the bench hung a corpse, which was still a living person a quarter of an hour ago, and it was still Lord Yin of Kyoto Prefecture.

But at this time, it was already hanging on the three-foot white silk on the beam in the room.

The accompanying officials also widened their eyes, as if they couldn't believe the picture in front of them.

Although he had just died, the corpse had been frozen very hard, with deep white strangulation marks on his neck, and his whole face was even more white and terrifying.

Xu An didn't care about the corpse, but caught a glimpse of the inkstone at the door of the study, the frozen ink had shallow fingerprints on it, and there was also a shallow layer of frost on the inkstone.

Xu An hurriedly ran into the study, wanting to see who this Lord Yin was still exchanging letters with before he died.

The snowflake on the letter had melted, leaving a drop of water stain that looked as authentic as a painting. Xu An closed his eyes slightly, and picked up the letter with a drop of water, there were few words on the letter, and the traces were very shallow, but this letter could guarantee that he could see what was written on it.

Xu An stared at the corpse that had been put down by the officials, and he only then understood why no one had checked who had asked him to arrest him, because no matter who checked it, it was impossible to find it.

After this Lord Yin was ordered to arrest people earlier, he had already guessed his end.

So he got up late in the morning, and never lit it, in order to face the day later, and from that day on he always hid a white silk under his pillow, and in his room there was a bench just long enough for the beam. Even inside the clothes he usually wears is a small but lethal knife.

He didn't see life and death, his eyes were nostalgic, reluctant, and deeply afraid, all of which were enough to prove that he didn't want to die, and he didn't dare to die.

But he had no choice, and when it came to it, he couldn't live.

Others don't come to him because those people don't want and dare not know the truth, but if anyone wants to know the truth, they must be unscrupulous, even risking their own lives to find out the truth, how can they care about others?

He is afraid of death, and he is even more afraid of dying well, this white silk strangled around his neck is the best choice no matter how you look at it.