Luoyang City on Chinese New Year's Eve is much more lively than ever, with red lanterns hanging all over Changle Street, and the owners and guys of shops on both sides are rarely out of business today, and they go home early for reunion dinner.

The bright fireworks shone on the statue in the center of the city, reflecting the face of Emperor Taizu shining, and he was even more vigorous.

After tonight, it will be the 128th year of the Yonghe calendar.

The snow fluttering in the air like catkins was sprinkled with water, dyeing the entire Dajin Dynasty into pure white, and the people who had been busy for a whole year were laughing and making noise in this vast snow, celebrating the arrival of the New Year.

Tonight, whether it is a drunken girl in Hualou, or a soldier who is bloody on the front line, whether it is an ordinary farmer, or a high-ranking cultivator, they have all unloaded the fatigue of the whole year and devoted all their hearts and minds to the best wishes and hopes for the future.

There should be no war next year.

I should be able to redeem myself next year.

Next year will be a good year.

Next year, I think I will be able to take my realm to the next level.

Even His Majesty the Emperor, who is high up and out of reach, should be pinning his hopes on continuing to maintain the peace of the country and the people in the coming year.

It's like the last 127 years.

Chinese New Year's Eve is, of course, a rare time of the year, a time of family reunion, especially for those wealthy families in the capital, princes and generals.

As usual, this year, the Qin family still chartered the entire Moon Tower, and distributed silver rewards to the guys in each hall early, and invited all the treasurers and worshippers of the branch halls in each state to gather together.

In the past, the person who was responsible for presiding over this event has always been the second master of the Qin family, as well as the chief treasurer of the Luoyang General Hall, Wei Zhiyuan.

But this year, it's a different candidate. Now on both sides of the main seat, it has become the fourth master of the Qin family, and now the only young master of the Qin family, Qin Yan.

Such a result has long been expected by many people, so it is not a new event.

The head of the Qin family, the chief shopkeeper of the good hall. Qin Xiaohua was sitting on the main seat with a smile, his hand was still the short staff that was as black as ink, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to have become a little deeper.

Qin Xiaohua is already very old, but as long as he is alive, then the Qin family is his Qin family, and only one voice will appear.

Therefore, whether it is the death of Wei Xianfeng or the loss of power in the second room of the Qin family, it cannot bring the slightest ripple to this wealthy family that has stood for more than 500 years.

Shan Tang is still a good hall. The Qin family is still the Qin family, and it seems that nothing has changed.

Perhaps the only difference is that tonight's young master of the Qin family, Qin Yan doesn't seem to be in high spirits, except for the time when he routinely toasts to the master, he barely showed a slight smile on his face, and at other times, his expression looked a little haggard.

For such a case. Qin Xiaohua didn't open her mouth to blame, and everyone could express their understanding. After all, in the battle of the Jinyuan Secret Realm, she lost her most powerful subordinate, as well as Mr. Xia, who changed her life.

Thinking about it carefully, it was a few months ago, but in fact, Qin Yan had just returned to Beijing in the past two days.

Or more precisely. When she returned to Taihe Mountain with Cao Xianfeng, Feng Bin and others, more than two months had passed in the real world.

I think that at the beginning, when Qin Yan first entered the Jinyuan Secret Realm, the leaves on Taihe Mountain had just been dyed yellow by the autumn wind, and when she left the foot of Taihe Mountain. The rivers outside Sunset Valley have frozen.

Time has passed, two months is enough time for too many things to happen.

The successive bad news made Qin Yan think that she was in an absurd and distant nightmare.

For example, the teachers and students of the Spring and Autumn Academy were ambushed by aliens on the way home, and almost all of them were wiped out.

For example, the Qin family's branch hall in Huizhou was attacked by a fierce beast, and the branch shopkeeper, along with several worshippers in the town guard hall and more than a dozen guest secretaries, all died.

For another example, the South China Sea Demon Clan suddenly invaded the north, and now it has successively captured the two southernmost border passes of the Dajin Dynasty, although it has temporarily stopped because of the arrival of winter, but no one knows when the war will resume.

In the end, I heard that the Han family in the Nine Great Families had declared war on the Pei family, which was guarded by a saint, and the two sides fought dozens of fierce battles, but no one could pick up the cheap, and the Han family's Dongyang County was even more prosperous than before, and Qishan, where the Pei family was located, was still standing.

But there is no doubt that many people died on both sides.

Among them, the eldest grandson of the Sword Saint, Pei Yuan, slaughtered the Han family's army of thousands of people with one person and one sword on the shore of Changshi Lake in Nanchuan, and became famous in a battle, shocking the world!

Of course, all of this is not what Qin Yan is most concerned about.

She just wanted to know if he was alive and where he was if he was.

For a period of time after leaving Taihe Mountain, she went to White Horse Town, only to find that the former Wanfu Building had changed shopkeepers, and the mayor's mansion had a new owner, and everything was different.

She also went to the Yanyu Building, but only saw a ruin, and the former drunken gold fans had long since dissipated in the dust.

She even went to the Weining Marquis Mansion, only then did she know that Ye Xiao'e had not been able to return as scheduled, and now the Ye family was in great chaos because of the grief of the housemother.

If she had known that the separation in the secret realm was eternal, perhaps she would have made a different choice.

But in the final analysis, how did the Jinyuan Secret Realm collapse at that time?

No one could answer Qin Yan's doubts, because all the people who came out of the Jinyuan Secret Realm alive didn't know what happened that day, and those who knew what happened disappeared with that guy.

Fortunately, this kind of despair did not accompany Qin Yan for too long, because one day, a little girl in black and barefoot found her and told her the story of those hundred years of wanderers who were trapped in the secret realm.

This brought real hope to Qin Yan.

Let her go and be convinced that he will come back.

It doesn't matter if it's a hundred years or two hundred years, as long as he's alive, he'll definitely come back.

As long as she is alive, she will be able to wait for his return.

Disturbed by herself, Qin Yan didn't even notice that the head of the Qin family at the banquet was announcing a very important matter.

It is to officially list her as the only heir of the Qin family in the future.

It wasn't until Kang Wuwei reminded her that Qin Yan came back to her senses, thanked the head of the family, and greeted the uncles and shopkeepers, and the matter was completely determined.

Of course, in two days' time, there should be a more solemn ceremony to invite guests from all walks of life to witness, so it seems that life will continue to be busy after the New Year.

Qin Yan didn't think that far, after the banquet dispersed, she walked alone on the busy street, letting the fluttering snowflakes fall on her head, and she didn't inspire the spiritual will in her body to resist.

If Bi Qingwen was still there, he would definitely follow her closely, hold up a yellow paper umbrella for her, and accompany her to quietly miss a departed old friend.

But soon, this rare silence was shattered by the sound of horses' hooves.

The gates of Luoyang City quietly opened, and a group of soldiers in plain clothes broke through the snow outside the city, suddenly bringing a hint of solemnity to the beautiful atmosphere of this Chinese New Year's Eve.

Wei Ninghou, the commander of the Thorn Army, Ye Jiang, was ordered to return to Beijing to report on his work!

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PS: Thank you for the 100 reward of 'Biluo Huangquan XII.', today Mo Yu is going to the magic capital again, first write this chapter out for everyone to see, I'll squint for a while, and then write it when I get to the magic capital. (To be continued.) )