When the Four Gates were first established, they were not directly controlled by the emperor, but by the commanders of the Four Gates. Cheng Wu was the first and only envoy of the Four Sects. Since Cheng Wu "disappeared", the four gates were directly under the control of the emperor. And the Four Gate Orders have disappeared since then.

It was not only the four gates that "disappeared" with Cheng Wu back then, but also the "real four gates".

On the night of Cheng Wu's "disappearance", a fire broke out in the Xuanmen, igniting the gunpowder stored in the warehouse. In a matter of moments, all those drawings and the elaborate mechanisms and weapons that had been made were all gone; Many people disappeared from the Yellow Gate, and along with them, there were also medical classics written by Cheng Wu and medicines and utensils; Most of the operating mechanism of Tianmen has collapsed; The heads of the chief sect who were personally brought out by Cheng Wu in the earth gate all died by their necks.

Today's four gates are just the appearance of several generations of emperors who have worked hard to repair, and compared with the original four gates, only the heavenly gate and the earth gate can barely reach half of the original style.

Wan Wan shook her head at the sight. She didn't know exactly what the other three looked like now. But now Tianmen is already very perverted, and this perversion has doubled......

Wan Wan felt a chill down her spine, and couldn't help but feel some sympathy for the ministers of the Mandate of Heaven.

The handwriting on the silk book is slowly fading. Wan Wan watched it again without waste. By the time I finished reading it, the handwriting was already faint and almost invisible. She touched the remnants of those handwritings, and felt sorry for the person who wrote this silk book.

This dense fly-headed small block has to take a lot of effort when writing.

Wan Wan regretted for a while in this crooked direction, and then got up and prepared to go back to bed for a while.

When she walked to the bed, she found herself facing a question that she had been sad about - Feng Qingcheng was asleep, how should she get over?

This bed is a little smaller than the size of Ki Ao Zhai. He slept on it, and the gap between the head and tail was even narrower, and this time he could really only pass a few shadow puppets. Crawling over him was bound to wake him up, so she chose the same method as before.

Wan Wan first pulled up the bed tent, then took a few steps back, and fell to the inside of the bed without a sound. She carefully put the tent back on, and gently pulled up the other end of the quilt and lay down slowly.

The series of movements did not make a single sound. Wan Wan exhaled softly, and before she had time to be proud of her kung fu, Feng Qingcheng turned sideways.

She froze, turned her head, and sure enough, he was looking at her. The light in the tent was dim and hazy, and she couldn't see the emotion in his eyes, but she could see the shape of those eyes.

She reached out and touched his eyebrows, "Hengzhi didn't sleep." ”

Feng Qingcheng said: "I can't sleep." ”

If you don't sleep, you won't get out of the way!

Wan Wan's hand moved down and pinched his face. He pulled her hand down and pressed it against the pillow, leaning over and covering her body.

Wan Wan stretched out her still free arm, hooked his neck lower, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Uncle has good ears, let's be honest." ”

Feng Qingcheng bit her ear lightly and said in a low voice, "Then don't make a sound." ”

The snowflakes fell silently, and the cold wind tossed the direction of the flakes from time to time. Except for the extremely slight sound of the wind, there was not the slightest sound in this jade-made silver world. It was as if all the sounds of heaven and earth were absorbed by the soft and thick layer of snow.

The grape trellises and the flowers and fruit trees in the courtyard are decorated with snow to create a delicate and clear charm, and this elegant courtyard is like a small scene carved from a piece of fine white jade.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by the "squeak" sound of wooden furniture.

After a moment of silence, there was the sound of fabric falling to the ground. The sound was soft, and it was blown away by the breeze.

When the morning sun was shining, the snow stopped. The clouds above the sky dome still did not disperse, and still stood evenly in the sky above Bianjing City.

Someone in the outer courtyard was the first to get up, and then the unique steps of the spatula also sounded in the courtyard. Because of the burning fire dragon, the hot water is readily available. The golden warbler and the silver finch rose a little later.

When Wan Wan got up, the silver sparrow opened the door of the hanging flowers, so that Zhao Cai could come in and clean the snow in the courtyard. A few Liuyu didn't go back after picking up Jin Ying and others last night, and a few small guys all rested in the outer courtyard, at this time, several teenagers started to move together, and soon cleaned up the snow in the yard and in front of the door.

The morning food is minced porridge and assorted steamed buns, accompanied by three or five kinds of hors d'oeuvres, light and warm to the stomach.

Wan Wan always wondered if the second master heard something last night, and she was uncomfortable eating a meal. I always feel like I've done something bad. Feng Qingcheng is natural, it can't be more natural, not only does he not bring anything unusual with the meal, but he also chats with Second Master Ming very happily.

Wan Wan also didn't understand how two completely different people had so many common topics. chatted so affectionately, as if they were a pair of uncles and nephews.

Xu saw that she had lost a little weight these days, and Second Master Ming's concern was finally a little more on her, and he kept nagging her.

"Sister Fu, haven't you eaten well these days?"

"Sister Eat more of this."

......

"Sister Fu, will the earth fire dragon be too hot? It's still here today, do you want to let Zhaocai withdraw the fire? ”

Wan Wan took the action of the vegetables. Ask what to ask the Earth Fire Dragon. And if you ask normally, shouldn't you ask if the fever is enough? Why did my uncle ask if it was hot or not? Her uncle was worried that it would dry out if it burned too hot, or did he hear something last night?

When she was wondering if the sound of Feng Qingcheng throwing the quilt was too loud last night, she heard Feng Qingcheng say to Second Master Ming: "The temperature in the house is just right, and I don't feel dry when I wipe the floor before going to bed." ”

When Second Master Ming heard this, he talked about others. Wan Wan looked at him with no different expression, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After a short break, Wan Wan went out with Feng Qingcheng to go on duty. Liuyu re-placed a pot of silver frost charcoal in the carriage early in the morning, and when Wan Wan and Feng Qingcheng got on the car, the temperature in the car was just warm.

The carriage drove slowly, and Wan Wan patted her heart and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Feng Qingcheng couldn't help but laugh when he saw her like this. Wan Wan just moved his eyes to him, and he changed the subject and asked, "Does Wan Wan only have a milk name?" ”

Wan Wan nodded, "That's it." ”

Feng Qingcheng asked again: "Does that Wan Wan have small characters?" ”

"Small character Qingzhu Niang." Wan Wan wondered, "Why did you suddenly ask about this?" ”

Feng Qingcheng smiled and said, "I want to know." ”

Wan Wan suddenly remembered that the name and the character were still separate at this time. The woman's small characters can only be called by relatives and husbands. He shouldn't want to call her Qingzhu Niang from now on?