"You're not worried?" Xiao Ren asked.

"I'm worried, so I'm going to check it out now, will you go with me?" Shen Tong said as he walked towards the window.

Xiao Ren narrowed his eyes, stared at her back, and followed her for a while before jumping out of the window.

......

Deshan hates snow days the most.

On the day he was cleansed, there were snowflakes in the sky, and the snow was not large, and it melted when it fell to the ground, and after a few moments, a thin layer of ice formed on the ground.

He was just stepping on the thin ice on the ground and was pushed into the cleansing room, and the eunuch surnamed Liu who cleansed him called him Liu Yidao.

Deshan was fifteen years old that year, and there were very few people like him who were pure. This kind of thing, the younger you are, the faster you recover, and when the same group of clean little attendants have raised their bodies, Deshan is still lying on the kang and can't get up.

He lay down for a whole month, thinking that he was going to be ruined.

One night, someone found him where he lived.

This is a place for people who have just been purified to recuperate, and after purification, they cannot enter the palace directly, but they must be trained here, and then taught by a special person before being sent to the palace.

The man took out two small porcelain bottles from his bosom and sprinkled the medicinal powder in the place where Deshan was, and when the man left, he left the porcelain bottles and the medicine in them to him.

"Who are you, and why are you helping me?" Deshan asked.

"It's really miserable that the closed disciples of Qingjiang Dao have been displaced so far, but fortunately, you are a blessed one, and the queen wants to see you."

After the man finished speaking, he left, and from then on, Deshan never saw him again.

Ten days later, his body finally recovered, he met the queen mother, and after that, he went to the Protector's Mansion.

He is a close disciple of Qingjiang Daoren, Qingjiang Dao is both humanistic and martial, and was an emperor before becoming a monk.

Emperor Taizu rose up with troops, and Qingjiang Daoren led his disciples to assassinate Emperor Taizu several times, one of which caused Emperor Taizu to be seriously injured, and since then he has been killed, and Qingjiang Daoren finally died under the random arrows in an assassination.

After Taizu ascended the throne, it was rumored that the orphans who supported the former dynasty and established the small court of the Later Jin Dynasty in the south were the disciples of the Qingjiang Daoren.

Emperor Taizu hated the Qingjiang Daoist to death, and he sent people to burn down the Taoist temple that the Qingjiang Daoist had practiced, and sent Xiao Yuan, the Duke of Dingguo, to pacify the remnants of the Qingjiang Daoist.

And he is virtuous and good, and he is the closed disciple of Qingjiang Daoren.

He was only five years old that year, lost his parents in the war, and was picked up by Qingjiang Dao people and put under the door.

He didn't follow the Qingjiang Dao people for a long time, and at that time, the Qingjiang Dao people ran around, assassinating Emperor Taizu again and again, and they didn't have time to teach him at all.

Deshan is practicing with his senior brother, he is talented, he is a martial arts wizard, and he also has experience in internal strength, but unfortunately he was born in troubled times, otherwise he will definitely become a martial arts master.

Later, the master died, the brothers also died, the Taoist temple was destroyed, and the imperial court went around arresting the remnants of Qingjiang.

He was exiled to the capital, where a new royal family was ushered in, the old and the new were alternated in the old palace, and palace maids and chamberlains were being procured.

He gritted his teeth and purified, thinking that no one would know about his past again.

But before he officially entered the palace, Empress Yang found him.

Thirty-five years have passed in a blink of an eye, and Deshan has changed from the fifteen-year-old little Taoist priest to the current good man.

Deshan walked around the yard with his hands behind his back.

Snowflakes fell on his hair and shoulders, but they quickly melted away, like his unknown past, and disappeared without a trace.

"Good grandpa, the wine has warmed up for you, come in and warm up." A handsome guy came out of the West Chamber, smiling all over his face.

Deshan looked up at the sky, the snow was small, and the stars were flying down.

There was a sound of footsteps, Deshan looked through the hall, and the person who came was Zhang Si'er.

"Good master, the prince sent someone over, please come over." Zhang Si'er said with a smile.

"It's so late, what's the matter?" There was no joy or anger in Deshan's tone, and his voice was as yin and yang as ever.

"It was Yumo who came next to the prince, he said that the prince had entered the palace in the afternoon, maybe the queen mother and her old man had orders." Zhang Si'er said with a smile.

"Well, okay." Deshan stretched out a hand, the handsome guy hurriedly handed over his arm, Deshan put his hand on the little guy's arm, and the other guy ran out when he heard the sound and put a fox fur hooded coat on him.

Zhang Si'er respectfully stepped aside and watched Deshan and the two little guys walk into the hall.

Suddenly, Deshan turned around and looked at Zhang Si'er, who was still standing in the snow: "Did that cub ask clearly?" What's your name and how old are you? ”

Zhang Si'er scolded her mother in her heart, her face was full of remorse, and she knocked her head hard: "Ouch, look at my memory, I cried stupidly when I sent the fifth master today, and I forgot everything about business, and I will ask tomorrow morning." ”

"Well, don't ask, just bring someone to me, and I'll ask myself." When it comes to the last word, Deshan has gone far.

Zhang Si'er breathed a long sigh of relief, but soon his chest was blocked again, like swallowing a ball of flies, and he was so disgusting.

The snow became smaller and smaller, and gradually, the snow turned into rain, fine and dense, and the rain was mixed with small ice particles, which rustled on the face, and it was very uncomfortable.

Zhang Si'er looked up at the sky in the same way as Deshan, his body was still the same as before, his face was facing the hall leading to the front yard, and his back was facing the study.

At this moment, he could not see or hear anything except the drizzle and ice particles flying in the night sky.

There was a subtle click of the door lock being opened, and there was the creak of the carved wooden door when it was pushed open, Zhang Si'er frowned slightly, where did Qi Shao learn the lock-picking kung fu, this hand and foot are too sharp.

Xiao Ren can't open the lock, he can only use a knife to split the door.

The lock was opened by Shen Tong, and it was easily opened with a hairpin.

It's a craft that was learned in the camp of the dead.

Whether it's assassination or assassination, if you have to split the door every time, no amount of dead people will be enough to die.

Two figures, one tall and one short, flashed into the study, and they didn't seem to see Zhang Si'er standing with his back to them in the rain and snow.

Of course, Zhang Si'er didn't see them either.

The two boxes were still placed in the middle of the room, Shen Tong looked at the two boxes, she was a little curious, one of them was the wife, what could be in the other mouthful?

"Open, unlock the box too." Seeing that she hadn't moved for a long time, Xiao Ren urged.

There was no trace of the box being moved, Shen Tong walked to the box that he had opened yesterday, poked the hairpin into the keyhole, and with a click, the copper lock was opened.

The box is made of fine camphor wood, painted with black lacquer, inlaid with sylvestr, and the lid of the box is beautifully carved with the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea.

Xiao Ren walked over and lifted the lid of the box with her......