Daguang Palace, Spiegel Terrace. The morning light of early autumn is thin, like faded gold leaf, which makes people feel like a layer of ambiguity in front of their eyes.

The maid leading the way in front of her was dressed in dark red sprinkle sleeves and a pink and white skirt, with a tassel of the same color tied around her waist, and walked through the corridor all the way, sometimes passing by the carved hollow, the sunlight jumped on her, reflecting her mottled - for some reason, Lu Jiu, who was walking behind her, looked at this scene but was in a trance, and her heart suddenly leaked.

It's too much like blood. Lu Jiu's fingers holding the dagger tightened, and in his mind, he thought of the closed gate of the Qin State Mansion a few days ago, the bronze beast head and door knocker, covered in blood, coldly staring at the nobles with different heads at their feet, and the ground was full of mess.

The head was taken all the way back to the palace by her, and it had been presented to the carp department for filing before returning to the ministry yesterday, and the body was disposed of by Long Si - this kind of dirty work for the aftermath has always been his, and I am afraid that it was hastily wrapped and thrown in a mass grave with a high mountain and a small moon.

And what I want to present to the Pope today is the dagger that the ancestor of the night Qin never leaves his body, named

"Autumn Dew", it is rumored that it was made by the master of Zhongzhou Tianji Pavilion before his death, four and a half inches long, the snow-white sheath wrapped with a thin and tough knife, close to the eyelashes, you can almost feel the oppression brought by the static blade - assassinated such as the crown prince and other heads, in addition to the head of the body, the people of the Great Light Palace will bring back a piece of that person's beloved things, usually weapons or jade, presented to the Pope by hand, it is said to be the rule left on the day of the palace.

Lu Jiu thought about coming to the hall to deal with the errand and went to look for wild rice, and deliberately went out early, all the way, it was still early to reach the outside of the Spiegel Terrace.

The maid turned around and bowed to her, and said in a humble voice: "The Holy Monarch is combing and bathing, please wait here." Lu Jiu bowed his head and watched her stagger away, and her figure disappeared in the dense grass and trees around the corridor.

Comb Mu ...... Is it? The Pope has always slept less, went to bed late and got up early, and was diligent in cultivation, but his spirit became more and more vigorous as he got older.

Generally speaking, he would have come out of the ice room after his morning class. A little doubt in Lu Jiu's heart was when he saw Yan Shu, and he couldn't say whether it was dissipated or magnified.

Yan Shu, the head of the carp guard, was a Shachen woman with deep eyes and high eyebrows and honey-like skin, she stepped down from the mirror platform with lotus steps, and walked towards Lu Jiu, her crimson skirt undulating behind her like waves.

The brown pupils reflect the sunlight and look almost golden, and when squinted, they look like a well-fed cat.

Rumor has it that the reason why she was able to sit in the whole church at such a young age is that she was able to sit in the whole church

The top spot of the "head of supervision" carp department relies on a treacherous charm and her body, which is said to make all the gods and Buddhas want to die.

"Isn't this Lu Jiu'er? So early? Yan Shu's voice is different from the clear and tactful of most women, and there is a special hoarse softness contained in the throat and the tip of the tongue, which is particularly recognizable.

"Lord Yan." Lu Jiu leaned sideways, straightened his back, and lowered his eyes.

"Your voice...... I read the briefing and said that it was Yeqin's poison? Isn't it great yet? Yan Shu approached, and a deep and rich aroma surged towards Lu Jiu extremely aggressively, almost making her take half a step back.

"Lord Xie Yan, your subordinates are fine."

"I'll see the Holy Monarch for a while, don't mention this stubble, be careful that he accuses you of nonsense." Yan Shu nodded Lu Jiu with Danko's fingers, and his golden brown eyes flashed with banter,

"Compared with Xiao Chengyun's little fourth, you are a secret stab of the deer guard, but it is more like a charge of open killing. That kid was already lazy, but now it's just right, he doesn't have to do the work, and he doesn't have to go back. Lu Jiu was silent for a while, lowered his head as if he had nothing to say, and said in a dumb voice: "Lord Jiang blamed his subordinates yesterday...... Subordinates know their mistakes. Yan Shu covered his lips and chuckled: "Oh? Master Jiang is really a meticulous person, so he hurried to Xichuan and stayed to wait for you to drink tea...... This heart is really unbearable. Lu Jiu exhaled silently.

This woman...... Indeed, it is the hands and eyes that lead to the sky. There seemed to be nothing she didn't know. She secretly tightened her grip on Qiu Lu's hand, almost forcibly restraining her urge to touch the oath on her waist - I don't know when she developed such a small movement, when her nerves tensed or in deep thought, she always liked to touch the knife, and she didn't pull it out, even if her fingers slid over the hilt, as if teasing a half-opened young beast.

"This autumn dew, looking at Xianxiu, but it's really fast, I've never heard rumors, but now it's really ...... to see it" Yan Shu's skirt drew circles around Lu Jiu, like some kind of strange seal, making people almost have the illusion of being trapped.

Her bright red fingertips ran across the ivory-white scabbard of Autumn Dew, and it touched the score.

"Tsk...... I'm afraid it hasn't had a chance to get out of the sheath all these years, and Zang Feng can hide it, like a ghost Jiao thirsty for blood, listen...... It's scary. Yan Shu's low and hoarse voice floated in Lu Jiu's ears, like some kind of bewitchment, or warning, making people seem to see a glimmer of clarity in the confusion, but the flash disappeared too quickly, like a sudden sinking auspicious light feather, leaving an unsettling chaos.

Lu Jiu tried his best to catch the flash that slipped away, and subconsciously chased after it.

"Yan-" Who knew that Yan Shu turned around abruptly, turned his back to Lu Jiu, and raised his bloody skirt.

"Someone! The Holy Monarch is about to be heard, and you let Xiaojun stand here and wait? She shouted at the Jiao Wei who was guarding the mirror platform twenty steps away, majestic and fierce, and the soft and ghostly voice of the cat in Lu Jiu's ears before was almost like two people.

Two tall guards came in response, with silver helmets and silver armor, and they walked with a sonorous voice. They bowed slightly and saluted Yan Shu.

The one who was slightly ahead turned to Lu Jiu, his helmet pressed his eyebrows heavily, and his face was as cold as iron.

"Please unload the knife." Lu Jiu bowed his head, held the autumn dew in his left hand, and untied the oath on his waist with his right hand and handed it to the person - except for the four kings of Bai Xuan Chicang, no one in the Great Guangming Palace could bring a sword into the mirror platform, except for the collections that need to be inspected by the Pope himself.

When Jiao Wei put away the knife, Lu Jiu looked around and Yan Shu was gone. The dazzling crimson flashed in the cloister and was swallowed up by the layers of green.

"The Holy Monarch has summoned, and I have invited Xiaojun." Lu Jiu bowed his head again, took a breath quietly, and raised his feet to step up the jade steps in front of the mirror platform.

The sun was stronger at this time than when I went out in the morning, illuminating the seemingly endless staircase in front of me.

She walked all the way up, her fingers clasping Qiulu's smooth handle. My heart was beating inexplicably fast.