At the corner of the southeast end of Shengjing Long Street, a long line of cars and horses crowded the wide road.

A luxurious carriage was parked in front of the Vermilion Mansion, and a hand poked out of the light blue silk curtain, and the sun shone in the same color as the jade.

The nobleman in the carriage was helped to the ground, and although he was dressed in a man's style to a small service, he could see that it was a woman's figure.

Her black and vertical hair fell behind her, a pair of black eyes on her cold and fair face were sharp and thin, the corners of her shallow lips were pursed into a long line, and the snow-white brocade dress was added, and the pear blossom pattern outlined by the originally not obvious pale embroidery thread was like a sparkling wave on the sea surface in the sun, and the wind raised a small arc, flashing a little soft folds of petals.

She stood here alone, and her thin figure also stood up with a cold, arrogant and unapproachable momentum.

She looked up at the plaque above the Zhu Gate, and the three characters of the Prime Minister's Mansion were written majestically and majesticly.

"Master?" Yibo squinted slightly to look at the people around him, and was a little confused when he saw her standing like this.

She opened her mouth slightly, as if to say something, but finally fell silent, lowered her eyes, and raised her foot to face inside.

As soon as she moved, the sound of horses' hooves came from behind her, and she glanced back, and the man who came on horseback was about twenty years old, just when he was young and impulsive and reckless.

He was wearing a fiery red robe, with a handsome face with high eyebrows, a pair of deep eyes, and a high nose.

Qi Dao stared at the woman standing at the door, and said coldly, "Prime Minister." ”

I haven't seen him for two years, and he already has a bit of the nobility of the royal clan when he speaks.

He has grown up, and although his handsome face is still the same, he has a little more bearing and majesty in the right to drive.

The youth of his youth is completely gone, and he has become a powerful strange man.

Jiang Yu stood sideways, a glimmer of light fell from her eyes, she couldn't really see what her expression was, she folded her hands in her sleeves, and said softly: "Lord Jing." ”

People who should have known each other are also speechless after all.

The Prime Minister's Mansion has cleaned up most of it, and there is no problem with normal living.

At this time, Yibo was directing the little servant to nail the wall, and after nailing it properly, he nodded with satisfaction, carefully wiped the wooden sword in his hand with his sleeve, and then solemnly hung it on the wall.

This wooden sword has been with Jiang Yu for many years, the corners have long been hairy, and the color is dark and old, if you look closely, you will find that both sides of the wooden sword are crookedly engraved with words.

On one side it is written "invincible", and on the other side it is written "evil is not invaded".

The little guy on the side poked his head over and asked in a low voice, "Righteous steward, what is this?" Is there any reason why it is so important? ”

Yibo narrowed his eyes, glanced back at the back of Jiang Yu, who had already entered the room, and then whispered: "Haosheng told the people below to be careful when entering and exiting, this thing." Yibo raised his hand and pointed at the wooden sword, "What's going to happen to this thing, I can't keep you, write it down?" ”

The little guy nodded again and again.

When Yibo turned around and followed Jiang Yu, the little guy came to the wooden sword again to take a closer look.

No matter how you look at it, it's just a shoddy product that a three-year-old can't even look down on.

Not only is the sword not very good, but the words on it are carved like a dog.

The dignified prime minister, for a wooden sword town house to ward off evil spirits, who will believe it?

The little guy picked his head, he couldn't figure it out, and when he heard someone shouting for him, he immediately ran away.

The old and yellowed wooden sword stood quietly on the wall, dignified, except for a tiny crack at the top of the hilt, which contained the evening sun in a ray of light through the eaves of the window.

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Early the next morning, the palace exploded.

Jingyue was bunning Jiang Wan's hair when she heard the noisy voices outside rising again and again.

Jiang Wan glanced at it, waited until Jing Yue was ready, and then went outside.

As soon as the palace people gathered outside the hall to chatter and talk saw Jiang Wan coming out, they immediately closed their mouths and hung their heads to stand up, Jiang Wan looked around at the faces of a row of people: "Early in the morning, what are you so excited about?" ”

Pinzhu was still punished outside the west hall, full of deterrence, as soon as Jiang Wan spoke, a group of people knelt down together, the little eunuch was bolder, and moved forward: "Back to Niangniang's words, the slave listened to the palace people of Yuqing Palace, saying that there was a conflict between the prime minister and King Jing when he was in the last dynasty, and King Jing was he. I've hurt the Prime Minister. ”