Chen Jiang's death was like a boulder thrown into the lake, and the waves of water rolled up wave after wave, permeating everything.

Because it was Yao Qianshao, the fifth young master of the Yao family, who died with Chen Jiang, the news came, the Yao family bore the brunt, and the whole clan was put in prison, and the Song Gate was naturally affected, Zhong Hao was invited to the Yamen by a special case envoy sent by the imperial court, and the first trial was three days.

The quiet and comfortable Jiangnan Duancheng suddenly became the center of public opinion for a while, and people were quietly talking about how the Song Gate, the entire prominent rich family in the south of the Yangtze River, was involved in such a case of collusion with foreigners and even caused human death. People's concern for this matter transcends the thirst for truth in extreme time, and they just watch, wanting to know the final result.

"As soon as this incident comes out, I'm afraid the Song family won't be able to get out so easily." Qin Yun sat in Xu Qingxia's study, holding the walnut plaything that the novice came in his hand.

"Xu Darttou, we have been preparing for so long, and we have gone to the stumbling block of Yao's house again, the waterway has been controlled by me, and now is the best opportunity to make a move."

Xu Qingxia didn't speak, and was lonely on the crime in front of him.

Qin Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, In the face of Zeng Jin's coercion, he simply raised his knife with his hand, cold-blooded and cold-hearted, and thunderous.

His thoughts about Song Men are obviously vicious, but he can run around to save Song Zhonghao, even lowly and humblely, obviously he is the one who wants to become the master, but he just helps, and he is the one who cares for him.

What a very contradictory and tricky person.

"Xu Darttou thinks, is this enough?" Qin Yun took a sip of tea, but took a step back. "This mountain view on your wall is beautiful, I don't know where it is?"

Xu Qingxia finally reacted, and his gaze hit the only ornament hanging on the wall inch by inch.

"I painted this painting myself when I was fifteen years old, and it's a long way away." He paused, "No one knows. ”

He gripped the hilt of his lonely sword. His hands were thin, his fingers were distinct, and his palms were full of calluses, some of which were left over from sword practice, and some of which were left over from the time of taming beasts. Over the years, he has traveled from south to north. I've seen a lot of people, heard a lot of things, and know a lot of secrets.

Sometimes people's afflictions are like this, when they are stupid and ignorant, they are less, and when they are wise and sensible, they are more.

He looked up at the painting.

In the winter of that year, on the edge of the cliff, he quietly looked at the bottom of the deep cliff, and suddenly wondered what it was like when Xu Pan was lying below.

He split all the branches and vines in front of him, and he slipped a few times, and his body was covered with bloody wounds, but he finally reached the bottom of the cliff.

He lay there, looking at the tall cliffs and the bleak white sunlight, and felt cold, cold from head to toe. The mountain is so high, the height is invisible, and it stands majestically and terrifyingly, as if it is about to be overwhelmed in the next second.

It is impossible to survive if you fall from such a high mountain, so Xu Pan's carriage fell from here, and it was a hundred.

His hands brushed over the hard roots and sharp stone edges, listening to the wind pass by his ears, rolling up the debris between him, and it seemed to smell rancid. Xu Pan's blood was drained here, and when he was found, he was already about to turn into bones.

He sat up and painted the landscape, and engraved a hatred and fear in his heart.

"Shopkeeper Qin is right, the tree is falling and scattering, now is the right time." Xu Qingxia looked at Qin Yun, "Let's start." ”

After sending Qin Yun away, Xu Qingxia stood in the courtyard, only saying that he wanted to be quiet for a while, and everyone only said that he was upset about the eldest son's affairs, and they all walked away with interest.

The north wind had already blown, and on the day Zhong Hao was taken away, he had just sent someone to bring him medicine. He is the one who cares most about his old wounds.

Xu Qingxia lifted his sleeve, and the black line had become a finger's width, winding up, and it was about to reach his heart. He didn't ask about the poison, and he didn't say it. But that person must be counting the time, calculating the use of himself to the last second.

Yao Mansion has such a big basket, it must have something to do with him. He is the one who wants to seize the throne, the one who wants to climb to the top, but he is not here for any petty profits. He suddenly dragged the Yao family into it, and also hurt Zhong Hao, why didn't he suddenly care about the big tree of Song Gate?

Xu Qingxia pursed her lips, thought quietly, and suddenly sighed.

Yes, he is the one who wants to be king, and he is accustomed to standing on the highest and mixing all living beings with an attitude of looking down. How could he care about others?

Xu Qingxia's gaze was startled, and the chill in his heart came out layer by layer, almost stiffening his body.

There was a cold touch on his face, Xu Qingxia looked up and found that it was snowing. The snowflakes were very thin, but they spread all over the sky, and they slowly fell, falling on people's hair, hands, and bodies, and soon turned into crystal droplets.

Compared to the rain, the snow is really quiet.

Xu Qingxia stretched out his hand to catch the snow, but found that the person who used to brush away the snow for himself was no longer around.

The eldest son of the Song family was interrogated, but the treatment was still excellent, he did not enter the cell, nor was he mistreated, but he lived in the house of the garrison, and was taken care of by the people of the government.

The snow outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, but in just half a day, everything in Duancheng was wiped out.

Zhong Hao was wrapped in a thick cloak of woven gold and brocade, and was standing under the porch watching the snow. The yard is full of plum blossoms, and the bright colors reflect the white and pure snow, which is bright and elegant, and the scenery will not be lost in winter.

"Master Sima, your garden is very good." Zhong Hao held the stove in his hand, stretched out his hand to catch the snow in his palm, but he was a little stunned for a while, and when he came back to his senses, the guard Sima Hao was walking towards him.

"If the eldest prince likes it, it's fine." Sima Hao smiled, walked to Zhong Hao's side, and followed his gaze at the plum blossoms in the courtyard.

"Jiangnan has nothing, talk about giving a spring." Zhong Hao shook off the snowflakes in his palm, and turned his head to look at Sima Hao, "Is Lord Sima homesick?" ”

"The sky in Mobei is high and the clouds are wide, and there is no boundary outside the plug, and I haven't seen it for a long time." Sima Hao looked at the extremely clean sky, he had the hearty and arrogant bones of a martial artist, but in the blink of an eye, he pressed the red light that flashed slightly in his eyes. "With the blessing of the eldest prince for so many years, Jiangnan is also my home."

Zhong Hao reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and the two walked slowly side by side.

"Some people say that if I get rid of Zhuo Jun as soon as possible, I will inevitably be bitten back. and asked me to kill Yao Qianshao at the same time to prevent the Yao family from dragging me into the water behind my back. ”

"The eldest prince won't believe it." Sima Hao pressed on the saber with one hand, and walked with his back straight.

Zhong Hao licked his lips, and a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "yes, how could I believe it. However, he was threatening me with another person's life, and I could only turn a blind eye. ”

Sima Hao suddenly stopped, "The eldest prince, the forces of the DPRK and China are entangled, and those who want to kill the Song Gate and those who want to protect the Song Gate have always fought fiercely, why do you still have to wade into this troubled water?" This matter is tricky, and if it is not handled properly, it may be full of trouble! ”

Zhong Hao's footsteps froze, but he didn't look back. Sima Hao looked at his back, but fell into deep self-blame.

His grandfather, who was a member of the rank and rank at the time, was convicted and killed for participating in party disputes. When he was born, his family had been exiled to the desert steppe for many years, and he grew up there. Later, his father was allowed to return to the dynasty because of his military exploits, but he was assassinated because of the corruption case, and they were in a very dangerous situation at that time, and it was the Song Men who sheltered them for several years. Later, his elder brother re-entered the court as an official, but he did not want to have anything to do with the officialdom, but because of the needs of the Song Gate, he served as the garrison of Duancheng and held a military power, not only for self-protection, but also for the special time to help the Song Gate.

It may be that he has seen a lot of changes in his childhood, he has a natural sensitivity and insight into the political situation in the DPRK and China, and these years have seen that Song Yuan is old and weak, and Zhong Hao is young and vigorous, and many changes have actually been hinted at early on. He should remind him to be careful with those around him and to stay away from all the scourges that may cause strife. Unfortunately, he was sometimes blinded by the ease of life and lost his fighting spirit.

He clearly felt that the change in Song Gate was dangerous and unpredictable.

"Is that person so important?" Sima Hao didn't hold back, he shouted at Zhong Hao's back.

Zhong Hao's back shrugged slowly, and his voice was flat and flat. "Actually, I don't blame him, it's my own greed, and my wings haven't grown stiff yet, so I feel that everyone is inferior to myself, and I want to plan unrealistic glory. I brought that danger into his heart, so ah, I don't blame him. ”

Zhong Hao took a step and continued to walk forward. Sima Hao froze in place, his heart was infinitely shocked and faintly painful, he took all the blame for others, but he didn't even blame and complain behind his back. Sima Hao didn't seem to know the person in front of him, when did the arrogant and arrogant young master disappear in the past? Where did he go?

"How's it going to ask your brother for help?" Zhong Hao turned his face and asked Sima Hao.

Sima Hao sighed faintly, and took two steps to catch up, "I have already replied, and I will try my best to help." ”

"Lord Shoufu is so busy now, it's really hard for him to take care of me, a little Song Sect." The corners of Zhong Hao's mouth were still smiling, and he took out a silver ticket from his arms and handed it to Sima Hao, "I have already done what I promised my lord, this is for you." ”

Sima Hao wanted to push Zhong Hao's hand away, but the silver ticket was still stuffed in by him.

"This is a major matter related to the lives of my family, and if you accept it, I will feel at ease. Don't worry, I keep the account books, and if I fail to pay the bills in the future, I won't be able to spare your brothers. ”

Zhong Hao held the stove and smiled at Sima Hao. The small hall came from the other end of the corridor, walked in front of the two of them and saluted, and said to Zhong Hao: "Xu Darttou is here." ”

Sima Hao glanced at Zhong Hao, said nothing else, and left.

Zhong Hao was still standing in the corridor, looking at the plum blossom branches covered with snow in the garden, and asked lightly, "What is he doing here?" ”

"Xu Darttou said that the weather is cold, and I will send you a fur coat."

Zhong Hao's eyes fell on those flowers, and the flourishing stamens were covered by the cold frost and snow, half covered and half exposed, and even more bright red like blood.

The colder it is, the better it opens.

He put his hand on the cold fence, "How would he know I'm cold?" ”