On that day, the capital was gray, the green bricks and green tiles looked particularly bleak under a haze, and the prosperity of the capital was shrouded in a white dust, which was extremely desolate. This city once witnessed the prosperity of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and now it is slowly withering.

The government and the opposition lamented, sad and complaining.

Three years ago, Bao Xi's father stepped on this green brick road and walked into the pickaxe capital. Like most witnesses of the Zhou Dynasty, he tried to stop the wheels of history from rolling forward, but the ruts of history only fell on him after all, leaving him with endless prisons.

No one can change the fate of a dynasty.

Three years later, the national funeral of King Zhou Xuan's long death is coming to an end, and the capital is about to fade and change into neon clothes, but the young monarch of this country has long been unable to bear the loneliness. In the court, the day and day warbler Yanyan, warm fragrant nephrite, night and night singing and dancing, hibiscus warm tent.

"When ......" The bell rang in the distance.

The time of "......" was already past evening.

"When ......" the sky gradually turned gray and dusk.

褒 (bāo) 姒 (si) got out of the dilapidated carriage that came from afar, and the bleak north wind lifted her long skirt, the white dress lined the plain face, and the twilight showed a miserable whiteness. Twenty-seven held Bao Xi's arm, she looked extremely slender and weak, the carriage stopped in front of the door of Shangqing's mansion, and the person holding the horsewhip knocked on the lock ring on the door of Shangqing's mansion.

Before going out, his brother Bao Hongde said that he had taken care of everything in the capital.

This time she entered Beijing, she clearly knew her purpose, but that day's praise never thought that from then on, her fate would be closely tied to this dynasty.

The subordinates of Shangqing's Mansion walked with small steps, and took Bao Xi through the winding corridor, and went around to the eaves corridor behind the house.

"Coming?" There was an extremely inflated arrogance in the voice of Father Yu, he had already received a letter from Bao Hongde a few days ago, counting the days, Bao Xi should have arrived in these days.

After saluting, Bao Xi replied softly, "I've seen my lord." ”

Father Yu Shi took a little time out of the recital, glanced at Bao Xi, and said "tsk" twice as if dissatisfied with her appearance, he sighed, then shook his head, and put his hand on his beard. Bao Xi stretched out her hand, and Twenty-Seven handed a brocade box to Bao Xi's hand, she took a step forward and presented the brocade box to Yu Shi's father with both hands, "Lord Shangqing, it's polite." ”

Father Yu Shi weighed his weight, the brocade box contained a heavy amount of silver, and a greedy smile appeared slightly on his face, "I will arrange your affairs." ”

"Thank you, sir," she curtsied.

Father Yu Shi stopped talking, waved his hand, and asked his subordinates to take Bao Xi to the side room to rest, and after Twenty-seven took two steps, he whispered in Bao Xi's ear, "Miss, the music that was thrown on the ground by Lord Shangqing just now was impeached against him, and I heard that the hundred officials of cultural relics have a lot of complaints about Lord Shangqing, and the young master is afraid that it is inappropriate to look for him." She said this carefully, for fear of being heard by the people who left and right.

Bao Xi raised her head, her eyebrows slightly raised, "Twenty-seven, when you go out, be cautious in your words and deeds." ”

"Yes, Miss!" Twenty-seven hands folded in front of her lower abdomen, and retreated, she felt that Hojing was not as good as Baocheng, every step was a mystery, she pinched a sweat for her own young lady, she really could stay in this dangerous Ho Jing, and could she save her father who had been in prison for three years?