I'm with you! A guard shouted behind him, and he trotted forward. Hongyue's heart sank, originally he planned to transfer the tiger away from the mountain and only deal with one person, but now what should two people do? The little kung fu that Le Yi taught himself was just a scratch of the surface, what can I do now? What if the two of them found him and exclaimed to lure others?

Hongyue lowered his head and hid among the bonsai placed on the rockery platform.

Gu Zi'an's eyes were dark, watching the two guards walk into the shadows, and he was about to find Hongyue lying in the gap. A small, transparent blade in the sleeve falls into the palm of your hand. He was distinct, his slender fingers gripping the thin blade. Follow the night breeze and gently pass it in the dark. The blade was like a speeding pop, and the silver light could be seen dimly under the palace lamp, and it went straight to the unconscious guard.

"What's wrong?" In the distance, there were people on patrol looking here, and there seemed to be a figure crowding, so they stopped and asked from afar.

Hongyue's eyes widened like a pair of lanterns, and a sense of fear arose in his heart, as if he had hollowed out his whole body.

Seeing the blade slash through the throats of the two guards with lightning speed, blood seeped out of the wound and melted into the night. The guard only felt a chill in his neck, and wanted to cry out in horror, but found that he couldn't spit out half a word.

One stumbles and falls backwards.

"What's wrong?" The man in the distance poked his head out and asked again, and when he saw that there was no reply here, he wanted to come over and take a look.

Between the lightning and flint crisis, Gu Zi'an suddenly stepped to the right, his waist and legs were strong, and he flew up with an arrow step, and his figure drew a graceful arc in the air. There was no sound when his feet landed. He clasped the waists of the two of them, which were not yet dead, with both hands, and dragged them still. Then the wrist slammed into one hand, and the two of them stood there as if they were alive.

"It's fine." Gu Zi'an only listened to the guard's accent once, and then learned it vividly.

The man let out an "oh", heard a familiar voice and turned away.

Hongyue breathed a sigh of relief, secretly exposed his eyes and stretched his neck to observe the movement in the distance, and whispered, "Let's go...... The man is gone...... It's dangerous. ”

Gu Zi'an turned around and gave a look. The guards glanced at the remaining ice cellar guards, and the silhouette flew forward, covering their mouths and noses, and smothering the people to faint. Gu Zi'an groped out the key to the door of the ice cellar from the waist of one person, and there were a total of three or four crackling ones. He ordered four men to change into the guard's clothes and stand here to observe, and he himself went to see where his father's body was.

Hongyue followed behind Gu Zi'an: "It's spring, there is only ice in the ice cellar, and there will be people coming for two or three days a month." Three days ago, I had seen someone take off the ice wrapped in a quilt and bring it here, and I didn't think anyone would come for the next two days. Although the ice cellar is in the palace, it is also a remote and difficult place, and even the palace maids rarely come. We can hide here. ”

When Gu Zi'an heard this, he nodded with a smile. He didn't speak, but used the key to open one door after another, and below was the often deep staircase, and there were droplets of moisture on the walls. Gu Zi'an and the others were cold, and the clothes on their backs were wet and sticky into a thick layer. Scattered torches were lit and a long narrow staircase descended step by step. The damp breath made them feel very uncomfortable, as if they were immersed in the unbreathable seawater.

Gu Zi'an's face did not change, and he walked forward steadily with a candle in his hand.

Another iron gate, covered with frost.

At this time, Hongyue was a little shivering, he regretted what he had just said, and looked at Gu Zi'an with some apprehension. He stood there like a lone pine, not afraid of the cold as he was. He didn't even frown. Hongyue looked at the arrogant and cold son in front of him, and there was a burning sense of admiration in his heart.

After walking about dozens of steps, the front suddenly became clear.

There is actually a plaque made of brass casting on it, with the four big characters of "Snow Cellar Ice Sky" written on it.

As far as the eye can see, the exquisitely designed, finely cast confines are placed in rows on the cold floor. It was originally a wine container, and Fang Zun was placed in it. Slightly illuminated by the firelight, you can see the intricate hollow patterns. Fang Zun's ties were intertwined with each other, very tightly. There are also rectangular chests made of yellow pear and mahogany around, with copper rings carved with cranes.

Gu Zi'an looked around the empty ice cellar a few times, and suddenly his eyes tightened, and he vaguely saw the copper shelf in the dark. There was a strong smell of Chinese medicine wafting from not far away. He knew what it was.

"You wait here, no one comes." Gu Zi'an calmly commanded, and walked towards the mysterious place by himself.

The firelight illuminated the shelves, on which were placed the coffins of golden silk nanmu, and below was a copper chest with a hollowed-out top, filled with the residue of traditional Chinese medicine, presumably using the method of cold smoking to preserve the storage of the body. There are also drawers on the side of the box, which are supposed to be designed for changing medications. The height of the coffin reached Gu Zi'an's shoulders, and the pattern on it had not yet been carved finely, so it can be seen that this coffin was chosen in a hurry.

Gu Zi'an gently stroked the heavy wood, his heart trembled slightly, and the teachings of his father Gu Zhang, the former father, suddenly sounded in his ears.

Stern, kind, and hopeful, a spark seemed to burn in his eyes, igniting the cold coffin. His heart was beating a little faster, his blood was surging, but he was still silent.

was about to push open the lid of the coffin, but his hand paused slightly.

recounting the old days separately, I almost forgot what my father looked like. Back then, he asked for the son to be a hostage, and his father chose him. For so many years, he didn't ask why, is it because his mother is no longer favored? Or is it to save the lives of others? Although his father was not as accustomed to himself as doting on Gu Chongwu, he really felt his father's expectations and cultivation.

Zi'an, Zi'an.

with the Son.

Guotai Min'an.

Gu Zi'an stared at the pattern under his hand without blinking, and sighed slightly in his heart, feeling a little more unpredictable.

Or would it be that the father thought that only he could come back alive?

He didn't know.

And the last guess, between tossing and turning late at night, was not mentioned to anyone. Now, my father is gone. No one answered his deep-seated question. However, the past is gone, and the future can be chased.

He took a deep breath and suddenly pushed, and the golden mask on Gu Zhang's face reflected the light in his hand. The exposed skin had not decayed under the effects of drugs and cold, but the faintly exposed skin was already blue and black. Father's figure is much thinner than he remembers, and in his eyes, he is no longer burly and powerful.

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