The eyes of the dead seldom close themselves.

Most people are dead and blind, no matter whether he gets the guarantee of money, status, beauty or future generations, it cannot be regarded as achieving his wish.

Immortality is man's greatest wish.

The heavy snow outside the window of the north was swallowed up by the night, and the bright lights in the room reflected the congealed blood on the ground, and the fear and unwillingness in the eyes of the heads rolling to the side were still flickering.

"Lord Zhao is really greedy." A big furry hand reached over and touched the dead corpse's eyes, "The Governor has agreed to you so much, and you still can't close your eyes." ”

His hand left, and the eyes on his skull finally closed.

A little servant in Tsing Yi who was kneeling next to him crawled over: "Please let me collect the body of the adult." ”

The three stout men standing in the room seemed to see him at this time.

The little servant in Tsing Yi was less than twenty years old, his face had just faded from green, probably the first time he had seen a murderer, and it was his master who died, his voice was trembling, and his body was trembling, but what he said surprised everyone.

"You're still going to collect his body? Even if you collect the body, can we still let us bury you properly after you die? A red-faced man laughed.

The little servant in Tsing Yi trembled: "The master is the head of the little family, since the little one died behind the master, he should collect the body of the master, as for what the body will be after my death, it doesn't matter, the little one has done what he should do, and he will die without regrets." ”

In front of the first peacock screen made of gold sat a mountain of meat, and when the mountain moved, the jewels dotted on the peacock's feathers trembled and flashed with colorful light.

Roshan opened his eyes, revealing a pair of small but delicate eyes.

This is the Fan Yang Festival to make Ankang Mountain.

He seemed to have just woken up, with a thick nasal voice: "Zhao Lin, a soft bone, actually has a loyal servant." ”

The little servant in Tsing Yi knelt on the ground: "Where do you dare to be loyal, the little one can't prevent the lord from being bribed by the Governor of Andu, disappointing the order of the emperor's supervision, and he can't afford to send the Governor of Andu's disobedience out and warn the court to take precautions, so I can only do what I can to chat and comfort." ”

An Kangshan smiled: "The name of Liyang Zhao's loyalty and righteousness is actually presented on a small guy, not bad, not bad, and the Zhao family is also worthy of its reputation." ”

He raised his hand.

"You collect Zhao Lin's body."

The little girl in Tsing Yi thanked him, climbed to his corpse with Zhao Lin's head in his hand, tore open his robe and wrapped Zhao Lin's head and neck together, barely being able to separate the corpse.

Everyone in the world loves loyal and righteous people, and it seems that this little guy can live, and the three men standing in the hall put away the knives in their hands.

An Kangshan watched the little guy in Tsing Yi finish doing this, and asked in a kind voice: "You have all your loyalty, so you have no regrets, right?" ”

The little guy in Tsing Yi responded yes.

An Kangshan nodded: "Kill him." ”

Even want to kill? Although it was an accident, everyone's knives did not hesitate, the red-faced man turned his hand and slashed through the neck of the young man in Tsing Yi, and the young head rolled to the ground drippingly, and the blood was filled again, and the bloody gas was mixed with the aroma of the furnace made of gold on both sides, which was disgusting.

An Kangshan didn't care about this, and pointed to the head on the ground: "Bring it to me to see." ”

He didn't want to see Zhao Lin, the head of the imperial court, so this little guy was still very honored, and the red-faced man picked up the head of the little guy and held it in front of Ankang Mountain's case.

An Kangshan looked at it and nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, my eyes are really closed." ”

I see, the three men looked at it, and sure enough, when they saw that the eyes of this little guy's head were closed, they were suddenly amazed, and the hall was full of laughter.

A man dressed as a scribe walked in from outside, and when he saw the corpse lying in the hall, he was not frightened, but only frowned slightly: "My lord, I killed Zhao Lin today, how do you answer when Cui Zheng asks?" He should be suspicious and urging Zhao Lin to return. ”

An Kangshan said: "This Cui Zheng is really annoying, what are you staring at me, hasn't he made trouble with Quanhai?" Wu Zhang still didn't enter Beijing? ”

The scribe replied.

The north wind knocked on the window and whined, An Kangshan suddenly became upset, and slapped his hand on the table: "These literati are too slow to do things, I'll help them and let Da'er do it." ”

The four people in the hall looked at each other, suspicious and nervous, but more agitated, like seeing a fierce beast with the cage door slowly open.

"Yes."

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With the arrival of the New Year, the wall of the outer city of Dou County was finally completed, and Mrs. Wu Shao asked the merchants to set up four wine tanks in the outer city, which flowed for a whole day and a night, and the people of the entire Dou County were drunk, those who drank were drunk, and those who did not drink were drunk by the smell of alcohol.

On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, the vigil also saw fireworks circling the city.

Even the main book, which was restless day and night, was fascinated by it, and forgot about its troubles for a while.

Li Minglou sat at the highest point of the city tower, Fang Er guarded under the city tower, Kumquat prepared a hot meal in the city tower pavilion, and their Chinese New Year's Eve dinner was eaten on the city tower, because there were only blind women around her, the cloth on Li Minglou's face was loosely tied, and the fireworks that exploded in mid-air shone on her half-concealed face.

The face is gloomy in the light and darkness.

Han Xu went back to his hometown to visit his mother, changed his itinerary halfway and went straight to Jiannan Road, but the specific whereabouts became intermittent and erratic.

In particular, he gave up the honor guard of the governor of Yizhou, took a few entourages, did not enter the official post or visited the official mansion, and walked through the mountains and forests.

Does this person want to sneak into Jiannan Dao and then make a private visit?

This person wants to do something big, but he doesn't know that what awaits him in front of him is death, maybe he can escape it, until now Cui Zheng and Jeon Hai have not fought like in their previous lives, maybe the war will be postponed......

This kind of self-relief did not make Li Minglou lift her brows, she raised her head and stroked.

Kumquat kicked up with two bowls of soup: "Miss, do you still want to set off fireworks?" Everybody's gone home, what a waste. ”

"It's not wasted, you can see it while sitting at home." Li Minglou took the soup bowl and looked at the night sky, "If you can be happy for a while, you can be happy for a while." ”

It sounds like there will be little happiness in the future, Miss looks like a fairy in the eyes of everyone, but she is sadder than anyone else, Kumquat took a spoon to feed the blind woman, while looking up at the night sky, suddenly pointed with a spoon in the distance: "Madam, Miss, look, the fireworks over there are so bright." ”

The night sky in the distance lit up in the blink of an eye, and a firelight rushed up from the ground, burning half of the sky red, and green smoke could be seen in the firelight.

With a clang, the soup bowl in Li Minglou's hand fell to the ground, and she stood up and stared at the brighter and brighter night sky.

That's not fireworks, that's beacon smoke, that's the direction of Xuanwu Realm.

"Miss." Fang Er rushed up, "Hurry up, the three battalions of Xuanwu Dao Fengcheng are in chaos." ”

Li Minglou turned his head to look at him, and before he could ask, Yuan Ji ran from behind him, holding a piece of tissue paper in his hand, trembling in the night wind.

"Miss." Yuan Ji's voice was also trembling, "Yan Mao, passed away." ”

Li Minglou's heart fell heavily for many days, and her person also fell heavily, and the night seemed to be boundless.