The snow was still falling, and the wind was not abating in the slightest, and it kept scraping on the thin branches, making a ghost crying wolf howl, like a ghost crying.

And the Jinling City in the whole snowy night was extremely quiet, the surrounding fog was foggy, only snowflakes and the northwest wind blew, and in the snowy night, the dead bodies of Chen Yuan and others who had been at the battle site were all sent out of the city through the secret passage.

The scene had been cleaned up, and it was as if nothing had happened tonight, and the blood on the ground was covered in snow, and in this snowflake season, the sense of smell seemed to have been frozen, and it had lost its sensitivity. After everything was completed, Chen Yuan and the others quietly waited for the dawn.

The next day, it was dawn, the entire King of Jinling was still foggy, the snowflakes had gradually decreased, Ouyang Yuntian came out of the Qingyin Pavilion directly, and according to the agreement last night, he returned to the south of the city and joined Chen Yuan and others.

And after noon, the heavy snow finally stopped, and the sky finally released brilliance, a ray of sunlight followed, and the fog gradually dispersed, and at this time, there seemed to be a cart and horse stopped at the gate of Qingyin Pavilion.

Zhao Dezhao heard the sound, looked vigilant, and walked out of the room with a few steps. He pushed open a crack in the window and peeked straight out. I saw that at the door, a mule cart had stopped, and a young man in a white cloak jumped out of the car, this person was burly, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and the appearance between the eyebrows was somewhat similar to that of a person, and Zhao Dezhao couldn't remember it for a while. Looking at his demeanor and steps, he looked like a child of a big family, and he looked like he was in his early twenties, but I don't know if it was the young man mentioned in the Wangwu Pass that day.

As Zhao Dezhao was thinking, the young man in the white cloak had already entered the Qingyin Pavilion, and then Xiaoxue, the maid who was waiting for Wangwushan, led him to the way to Wangwushan's room.

Zhao Dezhao took this opportunity to leave the window and go to Wang Wushan's room with small steps. Zhao Dezhao immediately pushed the door in without saying a word, and saw Wang Wushan dressing up, and the moment Wang Wushan saw Zhao Dezhao, he was in a hurry.

Zhao Dezhao immediately found a place to sit down, said a few words, and then immediately hid behind a screen in Wang Wushan's room.

Footsteps were heard outside, and the man stopped at the door of the room and knocked a few times. Wang Wushan immediately got up and opened the door, and saw that the young man in Xuanyi had been invited to come that day.

The two of them were already sitting down in the room, and the man spoke directly and began to discuss the details of the cooperation in the future, Wang Wushan looked unfazed, but the wound on his left arm yesterday, even though he made some white medicine with the characteristics of the young master, but there was still some faint pain, Wang Wushan had to endure the pain and discuss with the young man in Xuanyi.

Zhao Dezhao hid behind the screen and listened all the time, but he was a little frightened when he heard it, because what this young man in Xuanyi ordered was extremely thrilling, and if he didn't get it right, he would have an accident. Zhao Dezhao said secretly: This person's plan is so vicious, he used Li Congqing's hand to get rid of Li Congshan, and almost killed Li Yu, and now he wants to send a dancing girl to assassinate Li Congqing, how big is this person's grudge with the Li royal family, it is even deeper than the hatred of the righteous father Yang Meng for the Li Tang royal family, it seems that this ghostly hand is stretched out extremely long, and a shocking conspiracy has been formed.

However, Zhao Dezhao also hopes that the situation in Jinling City can be turned upside down, so that Song Guo can also seek a benefit, and Zhao Dezhao wants to save the lives of Li Yu and others and change their originally tragic but talented fate. At this moment, when Zhao Dezhao thought of this, he suddenly felt that he was as tall as a savior.

Looking at that young man again, Zhao Dezhao felt that this person could be regarded as a talent, and there were also many good seedlings in the ghosts and sorrows they represented, and it would be an excellent thing if they could be recruited, but if they couldn't be recruited, they would definitely be ruined.

If he is about to be unified today, Zhao Dezhao does not want other forces to confront him, he does not want those forces that are secretly obstructing the emergence of endless forces in the dark corners, only he can hold a force.

…… The two had been talking for a long time, and the tea on the table had already reached several cups.

The young man praised: "The tea here is really extraordinary, rare in the world, just like Wang Xingshou." ”

"You men are all like they have honey on their mouths, and all of them are sycophants."

"Sycophants?" The young man chewed on this sentence secretly, and then he saw that the hour was almost up, so he got up and retired, "Thank you Wang Xingshou for the West Lake...... Longjing, the matter of cooperation" West Lake Longjing He also heard of this tea for the first time, and after speaking, his sword eyebrows showed a sunny and honest look between his eyes.

Wang Wushan also got up and said, "Go slowly, don't send it!" ”

Soon after the man left, Zhao Dezhao came out from behind the screen, got up and said goodbye, he was going to go to the Yuanshan Temple outside the city, where there was still Li Yu's matter to deal with.

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To the west of Jinling City, on a long and gloomy street, the shop of the Immortal Artifact is still open, and in a courtyard next to it behind it, it seems more and more ordinary and quiet after the snow.

A small terraced house in the courtyard

"Fire, fire, save my child, Mei'er, don't die-" The brocade-robed man kept shouting in his dream, and after a long time, he woke up directly from the bed, the blanket behind him was already half soaked, he wiped his sweat, and kept remembering the situation in the dream.

This is not a dream, and this dream he has been doing for thirty years, last night a heavy snow suddenly, and the wind raged fiercely, and reminded him of an old incident thirty years ago (937, the third year of Wu Tianzuo).

That winter, it was also a snowy season, in the city of Yangzhou in the south of Huainan, Wu State, he was still a prince of Wu State, and he was also the youngest prince of the prince, since he was born, he was clothed and fed, and now his wife and daughter are beside him, he feels that life is extremely comfortable and chic and happy.

Since the death of his father, the court's powerful ministers have made every effort to depose the emperor, which made him, the prince of the royal family, also full of righteous indignation, and secretly entangled a group of dead soldiers, planning to assassinate the ministers and help Yang Wu Jiangshan.

Assassination was not a simple matter, that night he was in the secret room with several generals to discuss important matters, halfway, suddenly heard the shouts of the maids and servants outside.

When he went out, he saw that there were many soldiers outside the palace, and those soldiers were surrounded by death, and he immediately called the housekeepers, deacons and others outside to resist.

However, there were not many guards in the palace, and those family members, deacons and others were weak, and although they resisted desperately, everything was in vain.

In the middle of the night, the sky began to fall snowflakes one after another, and the cold wind blew through the corners of the wall, but those plum blossoms looked more and more red in the ice and snow, but the temperature was biting.

Soon after, many rockets with flames flew in from outside the house. At this time, Duo'er, who took care of Xiao Langjun, had already run out of the house, and he immediately ordered the maid Duo'er to find the two Langjun and Neizi Mei'er, so that she could escape from the back door of the palace.

It was only later that the gate of the palace was set on fire, and the men and horses on his side had gradually broken down, and the army had rushed in, killing anyone they saw in the palace. He already had a lot of wounds all over his body, and he didn't worry about Neiko, so he went to the inner room.

It's just that more and more people are sent by Xu Wei, and there is a sea of fire everywhere in the palace, the sound of crackling wood being burned by fire, and some buildings have collapsed. The servants and maids in the palace were all fleeing in all directions, but they all died tragically under the swords of the soldiers, shouting, fighting, and burning......

The whole mansion was like hell, with fallen corpses everywhere, and the inner room was on fire.

When he rushed to the inner room, Uchiko was already lying in a pool of blood, and he was suddenly shot in the chest by an arrow, and he also fell in a pool of blood.

…… Later, the warriors loyal to Yang Wu who were still part of the Black Cloud Capital discovered him and rescued him...... Later, when he returned to the old land, he only set up these hundreds of lonely tombs in the ruins of the palace, and they were all overgrown with wild grass...... He wept bitterly and swore that he would take revenge for the rest of his life.

At this moment, the brocade robe's thoughts returned to reality, and he beat the quilt, and the quilt was actually broken by him.

Suddenly, a person walked in from outside, he heard the sound, ran straight to the bed of the brocade-robed man, and said worriedly: "Daddy, what's wrong with you?" ”

The brocade-robed man shook his head and said, "Daddy is fine, I just had a nightmare again, Guang'er, you came back so soon?" The young man standing in front of him was his third son, and he was also born to the concubine later, and the first two sons had died in the fire, so the brocade robe people were very doting and caring for this son, and specially named his son a name called "light", that is, he hoped to recover Yang Wu and expand the Yang family.

The young man's name was Yang Guang, he stood in front of the bed with his head held high, with a hint of brightness in his eyes, so sunny and straightforward, without a trace of impurities, and then he suddenly raised his hand and bowed: "Daddy, the child has already gone to Qingyin Pavilion once, and also discussed the assassination with that Wang Wushan, although Daddy can rest assured, the child will not let Daddy down." ”

The young man who spoke was the young man in a white cloak who appeared in Qingyin Pavilion at noon, and now he was standing obediently in front of the brocade-robed man, talking eloquently: "Daddy, the hatred of our Yang family will be avenged sooner or later, the former Xu family (Xu Wen, Xu Zhihe) is certainly strong, but the current Li family (Li Yu's original name is Xu Zhihe, is the adopted son of Xu Wen, the general of Southern Wu, Li Yu was called emperor in 937) is no longer the grand occasion of the year, the people of the Li family are like wine bags and rice bags, Li Congqing naively thinks that everything is in his hands, But this Jinling realm is not up to us, right? ”

The brocade robe man listened to his son's words, and his heart was very pleased, now he has laid a series of plans in Jinling City, just waiting for the Li family's own people to fight in the nest, and the brocade robe man is now very much looking forward to what will happen later.

"Your aunt's revenge, as well as your eldest brother and second brother's hatred are about to be avenged, Guang'er, what are you going to do after revenge?"

"As long as my father tells me to do something, I will do it." This nineteen-year-old young man had an innocent face. As for this country, he didn't attach too much importance to it, such as today, the strength of the Song State is the strongest, and the general trend of the whole world is also falling towards the Song State, and he doesn't value power.

"Ahem...... I'll wait until I get revenge. When the man in the brocade robe saw that his son's character was like this, he said no more.

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