Emperor Shuo died depressed in his empty glazed hall, and the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty were discussing the next successor, but they didn't know that Emperor Shuo had already given the answer. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info people cleaned up his body, took off his underwear with thin gold silk, and found that he had engraved seven blood characters on his chest: Non-Xiang relatives cannot be followed.

Some people are happy and some are worried about this unexpected edict, and some people say that it is a conspiracy of the Xiang family.

It's really weird, the surname Hou only has two relatives, the Marquis and the Shuo Emperor, and the two of them have a son in their own names, but now they are gone. Hou Xiaochen died, even if Hou Xue came back, he would be guilty of killing his relatives, and now Emperor Shuo meant to pin his hopes on his distant relative Xiang.

"How can the Xiang clan inherit the unification?"

"They have just been suppressed, but in fact, there are many talents, and they are also royal families, which are most suitable for inheriting the throne. ”

"But you forget that they rebelled and were banished to the most barren land in the steppe. ”

"I can't help it, but they've been waiting for an opportunity to reset it. ”

"Hmph, I think it was some people who made the first admonition that caused them to be expelled from Yin Mountain, I'm afraid that they will come back to punish the Nine Clans, right?"

"You, you!"

"Shut up! Since Emperor Shuo left an edict, we are complying with the mandate of heaven, and those who violate it will have the heart of rebellion!"

The words made everyone speechless. The old strategist took it in his composure and shook his feather fan proudly. Everyone in the hall is making a promise for their future destiny, and they all look at Yin Mountain.

Under the Yin Mountain.

A rainstorm has been brewing for a long time, but it has been suppressed for a long time. When it erupts, it will be like a torrent in the sky, sweeping the eight wildernesses.

The wild grass growing wildly on the ground was like the claws of hell, and a young man of about twenty was lying on the big bluestone. He stretched out his hands and feet long, no matter what kind of lightning and thunder on the Yin Mountain, he didn't want to move, this is really a very lazy person. His reddish-brown hair was uncombed, but simply knotted, and halfway through his clothes, a terrible scar snaked from his chest to his navel.

The lightning reflected the Yin Mountain in a white patch, like the minions of hell.

But he still didn't move, but he saw a grass fox speeding past him, nesting under the big bluestone, roaring wildly.

The young man smiled and said, "What are you afraid of?" The grass fox whined, he seemed to understand the language of the grass fox, and said: "Last night, the sun was confused, and the stars did not rise, and this rain may not be successful." ”

The grass fox whimpered under his breath.

The young man replied, "Just call me Xiang Fei." He picked up the blade of grass, put his fingers on the end of the green leaf, and played his flute to the sky.

Listening to the leaf flute wandering all over the mountains and rivers, it seems that God can't bear to break such a rhythm, until the twilight, this dark cloud has not sent a drop, drifting away.

When he came to Yinshan more than ten years ago, he had to adapt to the life of Yinshan, because it was barren and barren, and the entire Xiang tribe had a population of 137 people, so the food was even more evenly distributed. What's more, the Xiang clan has been frail astrologers for generations, although they know that the stars are constant with tens of thousands of strange changes, but they also pin life and death on the sky.

Xiang Fei let out a long whistle, and the sheep gathered together obediently. Of course, they were afraid of the wild wolves in Yinshan, as if every time only Xiang Fei was there, the wild wolves would not appear.

At dusk, there was already a dim starlight in the sky.

This is when astrologers get to work.

He looked to the east, the Big Dipper was still shining tonight, but he wasn't looking at the Big Dipper. Next to the Beidou Kaiyang, there is a dim star that is almost invisible on weekdays, called the auxiliary star. It was particularly bright tonight, even brighter than the main star of Kaiyang.

Xiang Fei was thoughtful, until someone in the distance called out to him, "Ah Fei! ”

Xiang Fei's smile dimmed, like the light of the sun. He must have read something, like him, an astrologer who had never made a mistake, just looking at Sirius in a trance.

Killers, Calamities, Death Omens, Invaders....... no one wants it to shine like tonight.

A dark cloud overshadowed the entire star.

Night of the Imperial Capital.

Everywhere sheng singing and dancing, bright building bright rhyme. On the high Accord, I don't know which beautiful woman stroked the piano, those drunken guests leaned on each other, laughing and scolding like fools, and everyone was playing wantonly in the long street.

Baili Red Street.

Everything seemed to be red, and Hou Xue's bright eyes seemed to melt here, and there was a figure in his eyes, it was Jingori who had been opening the way for him.

It's a very interesting thing, the road is congested with pedestrians, and Kingori's long pure blonde hair and blue eyes are undoubtedly a symbol of the noble royal family. As soon as the passers-by saw her appearance, they immediately retreated, and they did not know whether they would end up with a tragic death because of this collision.

No one dared to give it a try.

The night wind was howling, and the red apricots were flying quickly on the long street, like flowing light, and some children on the street were desperately clinging to those "lights". Because they are children, and when they are innocent, when they find that the apricot blossoms are difficult to catch, and even if they are caught, they will gradually wither, and they will not catch them anymore.

There were some drunkards on the road ahead, already too drunk to do anything, and Jingori only looked ahead and did not notice them. Hou Xue stepped forward lightly and pushed at the leading drunk, and a group of people rolled directly to the ground, screaming and scolding like dead pigs. "Who? Who pushed Lao Tzu? Hmm...... huh. ”

They ended up stopping on the side of the road.

Sipping sake and eating some flavorful side dishes. Jingori looked at the sky, her hands gently clasped up, then hung down again, and sighed in a low voice.

Hou Xue said: "What do you want?"

Jin Geli said: "Usually fireworks will be set off at temple fairs, but that is the secret of Surabaya, and other merchants can't figure out this recipe." Perhaps this year is relatively sluggish, and the only merchant who inherits the craftsmanship of Surabaya is reluctant to set off fireworks for free. Uh-huh......" She fell on the table like a deflated ball, but quickly picked herself up again, "not this year, and next year, I'm glad to have someone with me." ”

Hou Xue said: "I'll do some things and come back soon." ”

Kingori stayed there in amazement.

There are more than 100 guys gathered in the store, this is the largest merchant, otherwise it would not have passed on the craftsmanship of Surabaya. The boss shouted angrily: "If I don't let it go, I won't let it go, what can you do?"

Hou Xue said: "I'll buy it." ”

The boss calmed down a lot now, and he said: "But fireworks are very expensive, if you want fireworks every year, you have to come up with at least one hundred taels of silver." ”

Hou Xue said: "I don't have any money on me. ”

"Then go back and get it. ”

"It's too late, just now. ”

The boss sneered: "Then go drink the northwest wind, poor ghost!"

Hou Xue grabbed his neck, and with force between his elbows, the boss's spine was broken and he was lying on the side of the road like a dead dog. The guys were dumbfounded, Hou Xue turned around and locked the door, those fiery red eyes made everyone tremble in fright.

"The lives of all of you are worth only a hundred denarii. ”